Story cover for Walk Of The Dead by Cynkaar
Walk Of The Dead
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    Time 31m
Ongoing, First published Jan 31, 2020
Kaduna has spent the greater part of her life questioning her place in the world, and the reason for her existence. Pursued by a slew of bad luck, she doesn't think it can get any worse - until it does.

Responding to an unusual call, Kaduna is plunged into a new, confusing world full of mystery, danger, and the whispers of the dead. The only question is: can she survive?

(Experimental story, just trying to get into the groove again)


(P.S. Story is set in Nigeria and so makes use of Nigerian-english and pidgin)
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"Are you ready?" I said to her placing her long silky hair at the back of her head. She nodded. Her bewitching smile sending immense pleasure to my body. I pushed into her slowly- carefully and then with a little force. She forced a smile at first and in seconds her face had turned pale, hysterical- beastly! "Shit!. Shit!. Stoppppp Dotun - Please stopp." She screamed loudly like she was in enormous pain. I felt like I was in another world, lost in a haze of sensations-almost like I had found a place that felt like home. But then, reality struck. No matter how intense the moment, when a woman says stop, you stop. It doesn't matter how powerful the desire burning through you is. "Shit!" I yelled, fighting to pull myself back from the edge. The tension within me was overwhelming, the kind that tempts you to ignore everything but your own feelings. But I knew better-her voice, her comfort, and her trust meant everything. The desire could wait. Respect couldn't. Dammit!!! The sweet taste of a woman!!! Her personality, A ferocious saint, like fire and brimstone. He on the other hand, is like water yet powerless against her fire She was broken, a puzzle that was missing a piece. But he was willing to carve his own piece to complete her. They said her fire would consume him. But he was ready to be destroyed by her raging flames! Ranked 1 in #nigerianstories