The Game's on

The Game's on

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Hey so this is my first story here~~ I drew the cover photo myself (that's why it sucks so much.....) anyway~~ I hope you'll enjoy it~~ ----------------------------------------- "It's not over jet." she said. She took out her sythe and held it up. It changed into a katana. "Ghana loko a ramata temana jivanta gumavi, parantu aje a ramata tena anta mali. Mate hum dareka lada'i jiti che. Hum ahim tame adesa, pacha jyam te'o sambandha maje aga'una kheladi'o makalava, ane temani sathe tame pacha tamara satta leva ko'i pana kyareya phariti duhkha pade che ke jethi." She said. A brith ray of light shit into a hole in the sky. There was an explosion and everything went black. ----------------------------------------- The language that I use in this story really exsists. It's Gujarati. I'll put the translations at the end of every chapter.
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BEAUTIFUL WOMAN _________________________ I was confused as to why they were making such noises. A girl was being dragged with a tyre around her. "She stole my five thousand naira." A woman shouted. Five thousand naira, I thought. Oh no, Nene has five thousand. I went further towards the crowd to see kerosene being poured on the girl. The girl was my Nene. "She's not a thief!" I screamed. "Please don't burn her. Let's resolve this, please." "No, she's a thief." The woman who claimed her money had been stolen said. "Ma, you're mistaken. My sister, didn't steal your money. Please tell them to stop. They'll kill my sister." "Sister, help me!" Nene shouted. I saw fear in her eyes, the spirit of death was hovering around my sister. "Please beg them to stop, please." __________________________________ Was Rosanna meant to cry, to suffer and to beg for mercy? Was her life meant to be filled with pain? How will all this end? How will she survive? #BeautifulWoman ©Ella Ajaegbu 2020

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