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The Hitchhiking Chronicles, a blockbuster by Phillip Ghee (USA) Posted 7/13/08 The plan was as simple as it was idiotic; make it through Texas on fifty dollars. Sure one could certainly write volumes on what flighty condition of mind, or what lapses in mental programming would move a person to do such a thing. But that wouldn't be very interesting, now would it? So let's go right to the action. Swamp Hag's Curse, a horror story by Robbie Lee (USA) Posted 7/13/08 Swampy areas are nowhere to complain about the weather. Rain comes and goes more often than pimples on a young man’s face. Thad Winslow could not welcome the rain nor could he wish it away. For this day is out of sorrow and pain, a time when you must say goodbye to someone--and there is no good way--so just let it rain. The Romantic Thief, by S.M. Zakir Hussain (Bangladesh) Posted 7/13/08 Here is a short drama. I wrote it to show new writers how they can write funny dramas. Background: Mr. and Mrs. Choudhuri reported to the police that somebody stole a very precious necklace of theirs while they were in Cox’s Bazaar, enjoying the time on holidays. They have mentioned a person called Milan as the suspect and have also provided some facts in support of their claim. The police have appointed Mr. Sherlock Holmes as detective. Now he’s going to interrogate Mr. Suspect. Novel: Victim of Greed - Chapter Five, by Tony Chuks Modungwo (Nigeria) Posted 7/13/08 Immediately, I got to the BB’s den, I started gathering as much information as I could get. Bone was the marksman of the gang. He’d started his criminal life as a political thug. He was a professional killer. He always shot his target without missing. He was cadaverously thin, hence his name “Bone” He’d a military-style moustache. Human life wasn’t worth more than that of a fowl to him. He was addicted to vice and marijuana. He’d a girlfriend he loved so much. Her name was Grace. His name was on the wanted list in four states of Nigeria. He was about twenty-six years old. Darkness is beginning to cover the daytime. Ikem parents waited for him throughout the evening, but he didn’t come back. His mum paced round the house, as though the house was on fire. The neighbors could hear her shouting, “Ikem! The only eye of a blind woman!” some concerned neighbor like Mazi Ugo came to know why such a loud cry came from the house of Oduka. Mazi Ugo carried his lantern to see the earth clearly; they have had incidents of snake bites along the street. He knocked loud on their gate; Mr. Oduka opened the gate for him. Mazi Ugo chews stick every time of the day; in the morning, afternoon and night, come rain come sunshine, a stick is always in his mouth. Mr. Oduka at times doesn’t like the sound he makes with those sticks in his mouth, the way he spits on the earth at interval, and how he uses his stick to brush his teeth hard. But there was no time to think about all this things, what was on Mr. Oduka mind is finding his only son. Scene: Police Headquarters DeBaptise is not assigned to what has been now tagged as the Paper Mill Lot murder. His co-worker, streetwise and hardboiled NYPD transplant, Sergeant Domino Garcetti has been assigned the case. DeBaptise happens to be walking past the integration room as Garcetti is questioning a somewhat comical-looking and obviously homeless, whiskered man. More amused than intrigued, DeBaptise enters the adjacent observation room to listen in. Even the bipolar classes – male and female – are separate in a unified plane. Many options can be thought of in order to prevent or to halt sexual violence in DRC, but the important and ultimate thing to do is to create a short-cut for a common ground for talks with all concerns and ignite the willingness on both sides for mutual acceptance so that the stakeholders shall be able to help in strategizing and strengthening the needs for adequate responses for the victims, and give a chance to the citizens for rehabilitation and reconciliation, the only pathway towards a sustainable development and a bright future of Democratic Republic of Congo. Conflict issues and wars made by ourselves as humane are more disastrous than any natural disaster. The reason is that natural catastrophe can be handled jointly by humane efforts, without anyone to blame, while conflicts – normally – born and caused from humane being hearts, and fueled by parties and mutual blaming, one side to another, are in a battle over interest. Wonderful Life - Not, by Ayodele Morocco-Clarke (Scotland) Posted 7/4/08 Who would have thought that a poor little girl from Lagos State in Nigeria could achieve so much in such a short period? Who would have thought that the whole of the fashion industry in the western world would be queuing up to have her endorse their products? She was highly sought after by the major designers as well as by the big fashion magazines who all wanted her to grace their covers. Murphy, Nonfiction Memoir by Robin Timpanaro (USA) Posted 7/4/08 When I was 5, my step- cousin Murphy cut out an engagement ring from the newspaper and gave it to me. He said," I'm going to marry you someday, Robin." He was 6. I still remember that big goofy grin and his crew cut. I remember my mother and my aunt looking at me and Murphy and laughing. My mother said, "Murphy loves you Robin!" Murphy blushed and so did I. Lost in a Dream, by Kitty Rose (Nigeria) Posted 7/4/08 Dante grabbed Marina's hand and led her across the street. He told her the church would stop burning in a few minutes. They started walking to a part of town where Dante said he lived. They stopped in front of a dilapidated building that looked like it had once been apartments. Marina thought it would crumble to the ground at any moment. One night I found myself relaxing to some sugar coated jazz saxophone music when like the character in the Edgar Allen Poe poem, there came a tapping, a gentle rapping but at my window (instead of at my chamber door). Tap, tap, tap, I turned my head to the large bedroom window which was adorned with Venetian blinds. I had not fully closed the blinds and was startled to see a figure standing on my roof and apparently looking through my window. I slowly turned my head away from the figure and ever so gingerly moved my hand towards the phone. Naturally, I called the police and because I lived in an affluent part of the city, the response was quick and intense. As Johnny Slept, by Kenechukwu Obi (Nigeria) Posted 6/15/08 “I say no to poverty”, were the words of Johnny, an American boy determined to be very rich. He wanted to do business with the moon. He figured out that with millionaires available in Hollywood, selling a bit of the moon to each of them at three million dollars would make him richer than Bill Gates. Who wouldn’t love to have a bit of the moon, thought Johnny. Twenty-four years after he had first left Bolewa had twenty months after the coup, Faruk Ibrahim found himself amidst the very familiar urban sparkle of central Abuja. This time, however, he did not feel out of place because he was not alone and felt communion with the gentle breeze blowing through the wide avenue in the middle of the city; and he knew he would never be alone again. Dark Horizon, by Catherine Wanjiku.N (Kenya) Posted 6/7/08 I hardly remember Somali in peace, I was young, very young I could not differentiate peace and war nor water and blood. My God probably needs to be woken up and sort out this insanity, what has begotten my beloved country? Did the sunrise from the wrong direction or did the moon come instead of the adored sun? I wanted to cry but I could not, my heart was heavy, heavy in tears, solid tears. The Money Maker, by Catherine Wanjiku.N (Kenya) Posted 5/31/08 Inside, the cave was dark and now the sun burns my skin, I try to protect myself from the scorching sun with my miniscule palms and they defy my order. I fear my skin will pill from the hot sun. And the Money Maker I have planted has shed leaves like the baobab tree in summer. I know poverty has fallen on me like rain. Because of my Wife, by Kenechukwu Obi (Nigeria) Posted 5/31/08 I was just seated, without even the faintest knowledge of what makes a screenplay. And the day to deliver my work to Toby was fast approaching. I got my room littered with papers, which I ripped off and screwed up out of frustration. My wife walked in smiling, with a cup of coffee she had made for me. She placed it beside my notebook and glanced around. John stayed awake all night, in the night; he was able to devise a plan. He tapped Alli gently and told him the plan, Alli was frightened, and they spoke in a sotto voce. The first strike is penetrating deep into our bones. This dreaded man is determined to make us suffer. Our barns are under attack. Even the president is beginning to feel the beat of the drum. Review of Burma Boy (Biyi Bandele): The Rat's Tale and its Winding Ways, by Henry Chukwuemeka Onyema (Nigeria) Posted on ResereBooks.com, 5/25/08 Maybe I am more personally involved in this novel than some readers. As a professional historian who teaches the subject (where there are students) and allied subjects like Government and Social Studies to a generation who see the world through Western especially American spectacles, talking about the brave Africans who bore the British Empire on their shoulders between 1939 – 1945 when Hitler, Hirohito and Mussolini kidnapped the cosmos sounds antediluvian. It happened at the conclusion of Monday morning Assembly. England's national anthem, God Save The Queen, was programmed to accompany the marching groups to their various classes. Instead another orchestral piece, loud and strident and vaguely familiar to Priscilla, blared from the loudspeakers around the Quad. It continued unabated for several minutes until someone finally located the key, which had mysteriously gone missing from the door to the Public Address and Bell Room. Screenplay: I Married a Terminator, by Phillip Ghee (USA) Posted 5/10/08 The concept for this series stems from the Terminator movies directed by James Cameron. In this presentation the characters are moved out of the Sci-Fi Action format and put into a Situational Comedy format. As in the Cameron films, the Intro-Narration informs the audience of the dire state of future Earth. The Celestial Lover, by Nandini Sen (India) Posted 5/18/08 Ecstasy overcame Bhoomi every time she looked at the image of her Lord. Dolefulness would give way to delight and petulance to pleasure each time she allowed her eyes to feast upon the image of her Lord and master. Nothing seemed to matter anymore and everything, including her own existence, ceased to matter when she joined her palms in reverence before her Lord. His perpetual smile was all the reassurance that Bhoomi needed to continue the devotion and worship. A Patriot's Song, by Chika Onyenezi (Nigeria) Posted 5/18/08 You came back one day after rusty days of struggling to tell me that you have gained admission into Abia State University, to study Industrial Physics. Almost the whole Akwari Ohakwe Street rejoiced with you. The only thing I saw in you was the burning zeal to change the world. Then from the pit of hell came this strange illness that visited, you carried this burden for years like a wounded soldier who would not lie down, for fear of dieing you kept on marching, not ready to forfeit your education to anything – even through death you kept dreaming of healing. How Information Technology (IT) Has Transformed the Operations of the Nigerian Stock Exchange, by Mac-edwin Obi (Nigeria) Posted 4/27/08 Just recently, the news media in the country were awash with the announcement sponsored by a leading petroleum marketing company asking its shareholders to subscribe to the e-dividend programme of the company. Official sources have it that the industry’s regulatory body – Securities and Exchange Commission (SEC) has made e-dividend mandatory. The romance between the NSE community (Management, Staff, Stockbrokers & the Investing Public) and Information and Communication Technology may just be starting. The Fun of Aging, by Cora Ann Metz (USA) Posted 5/3/08 Now that I've reached 39...well, OK, a bit on the other side of 39, I don't actually think I'm over the hill yet. Though I resigned myself to altering my diet with healthier foods and accepting the inevitable wrinkles and the accompanying graying hair, I had been going through phases of denial. I tuned out anyone touting the benefits of “aging gracefully.” Truth be told, I didn’t want to age gracefully. Hell, I just didn't want to age at all. The candle that was burning in the otherwise dark room cast an eerie shadow of us, huddled in the corner of the room. I moved closer to the woman who was seated next to me to protect myself from the impact of the night’s cold. None of us spoke. We stared on—at nothing. Our gazes were fixed in the empty space; our thoughts occupied with what lay ahead. Big Fishing, by Phillip Ghee (USA) Posted 4/19/08 Big Fishing is a fiery tale or exaggerated proportions. It should not be read while under the influence of alcohol The character Qfwfq is dedicated to Italo Calvino a genius of the highest magnitude and one of my literary heroes. In the days of Steve Garvey three wise scouting agents did witness upon the heavens a star. Etched upon the face of the star was clearly visible the stitched seams of a baseball. The wise scouts followed the star to a blue collar town south of Bethlehem Steel. Whether the Qur’an is the Truth or not does really does not matter when one uses it to judge the activities of those who say that they believe it to be true. If, however, one attempts to use it to judge those who do not believe it to be a true revelation from the true God (if, again, a God is believed to be true), he has to consider the judgment to be his own, and cannot, as long as he claims to be fair in judgment, demand that the other party accept the judgment to be fair. We will shortly see that this judgment is also supported by the Qur’an. Now we are going to show that the Qur’an not only does not certify Islamic extremism, but it also declares it to be against the Qur’anic views of religion. Thus the Qur’an speaks against those who speak in favor of it in an extreme way.
Details on Secret Knowledge... Secret Knowledge of the Qur‘an, by S.M. Zakir Hussain (Bangladesh) Posted 3/22/08 Allah has sent a personal letter from His presence in the form of the Qur‘an. But the human mind demanded that the prophet (Peace Be Upon Him) show it the legerdemain of magic in the form of the so-called mir |
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