Leslie Blanchard is just an ordinary high school student that's trying to find her calling, when one day she gets locked in her school's library on a Friday afternoon. Then, she realizes that she isn't alone. Is this a good thing... or a bad thing?

I watch daily as people even scholar murder the act of writing. They have devalued our culture-Writing. Writing is more than you merely putting out your ideas, feelings for people to read. It is more of caring about your audience. Teaching, Feeding and Healing them. Maya Angelou said: "The idea is to write it so that people hear it and it slides through the brain and goes straight to the heart." Albert Camus said: "The purpose of a writer is to keep civilization from destroying itself." Our fore fathers, Prof. Wole Soyinka and Chinua Achebe gave writing-Prose, Poetry, Play a journalistic dimension. They were mad about it as they confronted and challenged the Authorities and False Beliefs with their literature. They caused an evolutionary transformatoin in African Literature. One that can never be erase in Africa's History. What's your genuine reason for writing? Anais Nin said: "If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it." It such a shame to see there have been no one who have taken it upon themselves to alleniate the masses from the ongoings- political disaster, tribalism, favorism. What I see are selfish writers. You don't need to have a degree in Literary Studies before you can impact lives with your literature or birth an evolution. This generation of African Writers suffer from a cankerworm. They need to be liberated. If you wish to be the leaf use to aid others, If you wish to see a new dawn in Africa Literature. Join Us - The Liberals. #liberalism #liberalpoets #liberalwriters #liberalactivists #liberalmindset

Early October. I met Adebimpe on facebook as a mutual friend to one of my friends. One thing led to another, we started chatting on BBM and early march, we started E- dating. 3weeks ago, we discussed on how we will see facially and she suggested to travel down to meet me in Akure if only I can send T.fare. Adebimpe is a student of uniport(college in nigeria) so she fully based in PHC(a local town there). I was so happy that I started day dreaming how the visitation will look like, the romance, fun, love-making etc. . On the 1st of December, I sent 10k into her account as T fare. She called me to tell me she got the money. And the traveling preparation began. The D-day came. I have cleaned up my room, bought foodstuffs, bought a new pack of CD., wen she dropped at the garage, I told her to pick a bus to my house address which she did, she got to my house at around 5pm. I ushered her in, gave her soft drinks and we were chatting. When it was 6pm, she shocked me by telling me she has a

it all about the human life and how they chase after whats not theirs and end up realising they we wron at the last moment

When I read through the original poem linked below, I found multiple religious references. This angered me, this poem is my response. http://genius.com/Chinua-achebe-a-mother-in-a-refugee-camp-annotated Don't forget to comment and favorite if you agree with me.

Two girls... One made of innocence and right conduct and the other made of ice and fire For Sahresh Lameedo...Things were a bit complicated ever since her mother's death... She doesn't live the easiest life ever since...she was living in the darkness, no freedom,no choice, no happiness... Until she Meets Faaris Tafida. For Lailah Turaki... Strong headed girl that fears no one not even Saifullah Tafida who happens to be her biggest enemy due to his rudeness and so full of power and arrogance....they can't stand each other even for a bit sec. *-*-*-*- What happens when the individuals bumps into each other after several years? Is it possible for them to fall inlove despite their opposite personalities and characteristics? Let's join Faaris, Sahresh, Saif and Lailah in finding their Love and Happiness.

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She was lost, but He found her. *** It wasn't the way she flinched whenever someone touched her hand, or how she bites her lip to stop her tears from falling but the way he could easily detect her broken pieces even from afar. And that alone makes him determined to find her broken pieces.. Not to mention her enchanting beauty.

He is ruthless. He is mean. He is heartless. He is dangerous. He is cunning. He is known as the number one bachelor. He owns clubs, businesses and even people. But he has a side job, THE OMERTA. Omerta is one of the biggest known mafia in the world and so happens Dante Romano is the Omerta leader. She is sweet. She is kind. She has feelings. She loves both her sisters. She is known to have the perfect life. She is the smallest from both sisters. She is clueless to what business her father does. She is Violet Amber. When her sister Isabella gets cold feet for her wedding, Violet takes the place of the bride. What happens you ask. Read to find out. 'when these two worlds crash together. What's next?' (UNDER GOING EDITING)

"Look at me!". His voice had turned cold and gruff, and she could sense the silent fury raging within him like an angry volcano waiting to erupt, and she suddenly found herself trembling with fear. He had never used such tone on her. His deep, masculine voice was always soft and gentle. Infact, it was her source of comfort during this dark period of her life, when it constantly comforted her from her pain and sent away her fears and worries. Now, that same voice caused the contents of her stomach to churn in fear and her body to begin shaking like a leaf on a breezy day. "Should I have reason to believe you've been lying to me?", he demanded when she failed to meet his gaze minutes later. His voice, if anything, had gone even colder now, and she could tell he was fighting every inch of his being to remain calm and not lose control, but he was loosing miserably. But still, she did not look up. And she did not answer his question either. Tears had welled in her eyes, making it difficult to speak, to look into those dark, mesmerising eyes and allow him to see the shadow of betrayal within her sombre ones. It was the sudden sound of a palm hitting violently against the arm-rest of a chair that caused her to suddenly look up and stare at him in alarm. His eyes had turned a reddish shade, and his right hand was balled into a fist. "Do not take me for a fool Ummi! You will answer my darm question, right here and right now!", he bellowed, and the tears she had been holding made its way down her face, but instead of wiping them away discreetly as she always did whenever they treacherously came out while in his presence, she allowed them to flow freely this time around, allowing him to witness the guilt in her tears this time around. It was time for her to speak up! To utter words she had been refraining from saying for a very long time. Words she knew was going to shatter their lives into a thousand pieces...