Storeal: Thoughtless Dare

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Gloria came face to face with the Fair Lady. Her appearance was irreproachable. Awkward moment followed in silence. She couldnt open her mouth to utter a word to her. She had been hypnotised and disarmed. She was supposed to tell the demon to leave that area, she just couldn’t.

A bus arrived, the Fair Lady gave her a firm smile and she saw it again, she had a weird set of teeth. Gloria went to the bus driver and whispered something to him. She was still talking with the driver when the Fair Lady alighted and walked away.

Few minutes passed and there was news all over the town. A terrible accident had occurred somewhere close. No one in the bus survived. Gloria rushed to the scene, it was that same bus.

“She has done this,” Gloria muttered under her breath “blood sucking demon.” she stood and watched in horror as the ambulance carried the bodies away. She sighed and blamed herself for not acting earlier on. She should be stronger spiritually. She she got the gift but needed enormous power to fight with.


In the evening the same day, after dinner, gloria retired to bed with her husband. In the midnight around 1:00 am, she woke up suddenly to see a figure in her room. She called her husband and he didnt wake up. It was dark so she turned on the light and saw her – the Fair Lady was sitting in her bedroom sofa still in the same outfit. Gloria flinched, became frantic and rushed to her husband to wake him but he was still dead asleep. No effort to wake him up worked. She stood there frozen at a corner not knowing what else to do. The Fair Lady moved closer, her feet in the air.

“He can’t hear you my friend. I’m here to ask why you walked up to me at the square. You were not supposed to find out who I was, but you did. I’ve come to find out how you did that. How were you able to see me?”

Gloria shook and held her husband tight to ward her fears. Then she thought about prayers but it was too late. She couldnt open her mouth.

“Anyway I’ve got no much time, let me see if you can stop me now,” the Fair Lady changed into a man, gave her a tiny mark on the palm and sucked till she fainted.

Gloria woke up in the hospital bed with prayer warriors all around her. She had being in comma for three days. She recalled what what someone once said to her; never tackle spiritual matters with physical powers, failure awaits in the end.


STOREAL is a short story based on real life experiences of people, posted on FIEZ on Thursday.


Wild Eyes..

“Hello!,” she had whispered and had waved her palm over his face to get his attention one cool evening while they were having a stroll in the neighborhood. His eyes had gone wild as usual, her anger had mounted on seeing such an act that had become a ritual. If he had not jerked back to himself quick enough and held her hand tenderly, she would have punched both of his eyes instantly in public. He saved himself!

Sarah had looked at her other half. She didn’t know what to do to make him stop. His sense of sight had been her major problem ever since – and his lack of control – a disgrace to her family.

Yet the kids loved him so much and had used tons of nice words to qualify him, like the best dad in the whole wide world.

Of course! It baffled her how Mark could pull off being a good father while being a bundle of infidelity who had often fallen on the laps of other women like the weakest vessel, dropping the seeds of his loins with some of them, kids he couldn’t deny.

She had caught him a good number of times eyeing other women, right under her nose, in a very bad, bad way- deeply immersed in lust. She had used different means to make him behave.

One day Sarah had gone out with him for a quick lunch at an open air restaurant. She had excused herself at a point to use the ladies room and when she was walking back to their table, she saw a gorgeous lady come along. She increased her pace towards him. It was a move to save him, not to possess him. She knew what would happen if she didn’t act fast.

She saw heads turn like Mark’s. But unfortunately he forgot himself when others didn’t and with his mouth left slightly open, he followed the gorgeous lady, before she could make it, lusting.

Sarah quickly followed to take his hand to walk him away but it was too late, his gaze had traveled far – he had lost control again. Then something happened…..Two men stronger than him appeared from nowhere to give him the beating of a lifetime. The gorgeous lady stood aside to watch and so did Sarah and the other onlookers.

When he opened his eyes and saw his wife like the tower of Babel by his side and he, lying flat on the roadside, face down with hands and legs stretched in different directions, he knew he had been punished for all his sins.

He looked at Sarah, her face was not so good-traces of bitter anger and shame and more.

He looked at the people gathered around him staring at him.

He tried getting up and knew he couldn’t without a hand. He touched his lips, corners bled and he spat out blood.

Why didn’t Sarah alert the police or at least call emergency?

He stood up, his head ached too– like hell. He reached hopelessly for Sarah, she reached for his hand and helped him up.

She felt better- if only he could learn his lesson and turn a new leaf after that.

“What just happened Sarah?” He ask as if he didn’t know.

“You tripped and fell,” She said sarcastically and smiled as her heart began to clap for the second time for the mean body guards.

“Ouch!” Mark moaned and touched the corner of his lips again. He could perceive the mock in her speech.

“Then got trashed by the stampede.” She completed and her heart clapped again. She smiled again.

“Ouch,” he held his head in both hands and hastened away while eyes followed like Sarah’s.

Life Is Strong.

The pearly tears dropped on his garment and soaked in. He had less than a week to live. He knew it would soon happen; the long-awaited day would soon sneak in to bring his existence to an end.

The malign tumors had stretched their deadly tentacles in his cells and had incapacitated him – just like the partial stroke and diabetes; the bunch of inmates at ease within him, which had heartlessly pulled up the roots holding his life, one by one, bit by bit. They mercilessly pulled at it every passing day, slowly killing him.

He felt like a pulp, a rotting vegetable; beaten and weakened.

He had heard painful cries of mourners, grieving over bereavement of their loved ones who couldn’t make it to the next day and had wondered when his family would do the same.

His wife approached him, held him firmly on both shoulders, jerked him as if it would give him tons of strength to go on, raised his face and his eyes to hers, and shunned him not to be such a weakling.

“Be strong! Do you hear me? Be strong! You’ll survive this,” she said to him.

If only she knew how far his spirit had gone.

He studied her briefly, she looked strong outwardly but deeply chartered within. He sighed and looked away much more worried to look at his sons, who hid their sorrows behind massive veils of pseudo-bravery, and like drowning men catching at the straw, they chested out to prove to him that his end won’t be any time near. But, he was not deceived. He knew they knew and were sure it won’t be long before the end.

“Dad stop!” Reacted his younger son. “You’re going to survive this. Don’t you trust God can turn things around and make you healthy again? Are you now belittling God in this situation? Be strong dad! Be strong!” But that was easier said than done because right after the admonitions, same son of his had hurried to the hospital recess to get emotional. He later returned to him with bloodshot eyes hidden behind his sunglasses.

The sick man wiped his tears, swallowed hard and raised his failing eyes to look at the other patients sitting around who gave him encouraging smiles, he smiled back but sadly. Each one of them had a terrible health journey. The stories he told him had revealed worse cases than his.

Weakness of willpower disables the physical strength. Strong will, keeps you going,” he had told him in a shaky whisper –“Be strong here,” he had said striking his chest weakly. “Look at me man, I’m a walking dead right? But I won’t waste my tears on something that’s not going to happen. I won’t.”

He had died the next day anyway but his strength lived on in him.

The sick man braced himself and toughed up; not to work on himself but on the contrary- to lament over his predicament.

“Take me home!” He sang sadly. “Take me home. The time has come to go home.”

“Oh come on darling, don’t be harsh on yourself now,” his wife said holding his hand- tears rolling down her eyes.

“Do I desire to live on?” He continued in what sounded less like a whisper,”Yes! But of what use is my desire when fate will eventually take its cause? If I…..”

“Dad stop, your BP will rise with that, please be calm. Calm down,” his older son almost shouted.

“Be strong honey! Be strong!” He heard his wife’s voice as he felt like fainting and saw his son’s tears as everything began to fade, he saw the emergency unit fading away just like the paramedics rolling his bed and the doctors and nurses calling his name.

The white light peered in and dazzled. Then nothing but absolute darkness.

Next –

It was an absolute joy as they all walked on.

Suddenly, he heard his name from behind.

He turned back but saw nothing but thick darkness. Then a dazzling white light, then voices.

“Where am I” he whispered to himself.

But when he saw their faces and realized he’s alive, he wept.



He loved and married a charming but promiscuous woman. She had promised to clean up before the knots but had broken her promise ten times in three years.

He couldn’t break away, he couldn’t break free from her hold, she had a charm about her, disarming and bone-crushing charm.

A week ago, she had left their three-year-old girl with a total stranger- their new neighbor who just moved in and had gone for hours into the evening. A man had dropped her off in front of the house at 9pm and she had sneaked in while he watched from the bedroom window. He had been very mad but she was sorry and had made another empty promise with tears flowing down her cheeks. Her charm, her unearthly, irresistible charm held his very soul captive.

From his secret hideout, he watched as she stood there by the roadside, like an angel of death ready with her net and hook, sure to catch her victim- a man to maim, just like she did him.

She wore her deceptive angelic outfit – in which her body was all covered up in the traditional long gown with her finger and toe tips peeping through the baggy sleeves and hem respectively, loose men could look at her just once and spend all their lives desiring her.

He watched as she occasionally looked at her wristwatch. Her demeanor revealed slight impatience and from her left hand hung a mini traveling bag which she switched from hand to hand every now and then – he had bought her that gorgeous bag as a present and she liked it so much and had thanked him a thousand times for it.

The man she was waiting for arrived. She hopped in.

He followed them.

After fifteen minutes drive, the car parked in front of a grand hotel. They came down and he saw the fair man she was with. He was everything more superior except of course his good nature. That had been the painful part.

“I’m sure to commit murder for the first time in my life, with my bare hands,” he had said to himself.

Right before his very eyes, the fair man held her hand, palm to palm. He glared at their entwined fingers as they walked past the gate into the compound.
As he kept looking at the fingers, he spotted the gold ring – their marriage symbol

I bought that ring with my hard earned money. She’s wearing my ring and yet with another….”

He bent his head and looked down to ease the sharp pain in his heart. When next he looked up at them, the lady’s head was on the fair man’s shoulder.

“Its definitely over, can’t take this anymore,” he said to himself and began to walk away.

His phone vibrated.

He turned to look at them. She was making a call while the fair man stood close, too close to be taken.

He picked up his call, she was the one.

“I know you’re following me. I know its hard for you to see me this way, it’s not easy for me too. You’re the only man I truly love but I can’t help myself. I’m sorry but you just have to go home and forget all about me. Please take care of our baby. I’ll wear this ring for you, and I ‘ll always love you. I’m leaving because of you, to set you free. Please forgive me.”

He felt the wave in his ear, it went all the way down to his heart and bones and he went limp.
He watched as she kept the phone back into her purse and they disappeared hand in hand into the hotel.

She kills me and wakes me up over and over again- and now, I’m dead.”

He looked at the hotel one more time and for the first time in his married life, he felt free but hopeless.

Dogs Don’t Care

You own the house, the tenant owns the dog. You have to travel and stay away for quite some time for a reason.

Finally, you decide to go back home and on reaching your house you discover you can’t enter your own house. Your tenants furious dog is right in front of the house about to make your life a living hell and refuse you access to your house. It begins to growl and bark.

Your tenant is not around to make the dog behave. You have to hasten outside the gate and have to stick outside the gate to wait for your tenant to come back.

Your tenant comes back and takes the dog away. You look at it, it growls at you showing its wicked eyes and teeth.

The next day you step into your compound, about to go out, and the dog on seeing you, makes at you. Your tenant has gone out again leaving you and the dog. The tenant forgets to put his dog in the cage.

With desperate effort to prevent a fatal attack on you, you drop your briefcase and run.

The dog grabs your briefcase and keeps watch over it. Your phone is in it. No means to call your tenant to come to retrieve your briefcase.

You’re angry and have plans to disallow the dog in your compound. The dog looks at you again and growls and barks. It lunches an attack, you run to the gate, the only option you have. On reaching it, you discover it has been locked, your tenant has locked it from the outside forgetting you’re still in the house.

The dog rushes closer, nothing to do but climb the wall and that’s what you have to do.

A passer-by sees you jumping the fence, alerts other passers-by and they chase you to catch you. You know that thieves stand a good chance of being stoned to death in the area.

You run and run until you meet one of your neighbours who stands to explain who you are. But you are no where to be found.

When you later come back you have to send your tenant and dog packing.