All Chapters of 「預言書の導き」: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter ThreeChurch was a mustSunday, the day of the Lord...We grew up knowing, Sunday is a day of the Lord, you don’t have to go digging, etc, but you had to go to Church. Sunday was a day for church, we grew up knowing how to pray and worship. Growing up in a Protestant Church, that’s all we had ever known. And that was ok for me and my siblings. In that local Church, we were baptised and confirmed upon by the Bishop. Confirmation was one of the activities that comprised a lot of teachings and activities one had to go through, learn certain Bible basics, before you were confirmed, (as a true Christian, a grown up believer, I guess). The teaching then where conducted by the local priest, you had to prove that you had captured all the Bible precepts, before the confirmation service by the Bishop.  After the confirmation service, you would then, be allowed to start taking Holy Communion, what an achievement that was, a milestone.&nbs

Chapter ThreeChurch was a mustSunday, the day of the Lord...We grew up knowing, Sunday is a day of the Lord, you don’t have to mess it up by going digging, etc, but you had to go to Church. We all looked forward to a Sunday morning, why? There would be special favours from our Mama, treats, snacks, eg pancakes, special Sunday meal and evening hours, we used to go visiting the neighborhood.  ( You can compare that, to a current holiday to Paris). Sunday was a day for church, we grew up knowing how to pray and worship. Growing up in a Protestant Church, that’s all we had ever known. And that was ok for me and my siblings. In that local Church, we were baptised and confirmed upon by the Bishop. Confirmation was one of the activities that comprised a lot of teachings and activities one had to go through, learn certain Bible basics, before you were confirmed, (as a true Christian, a grown up believer, I guess). The teaching the

Chapter OneGrowing upYoung village girl.I wasn’t born with a silver spoon….When people meet me, they think, I was born with a sliver spoon in my mouth, totally wrong. I grew up a typical village girl, who worked in shaba’s, fetched jerricans of water on her head, collected firewood from the jungle, cultivate land to get a good harvest, walked long distance to and from to a local village school, did pottery to earn a living, taught to me, by my late grandfather, so that I can earn a few shillings, to help out my mother, at some point this would help out, however, when we went hunting, my brother who loved it, he would position us, so that we kept shouting driving the animal towards the trap, funny isn’t, hahahaaaa, when I think about it, can’t stop laughing, etc. Growing up as a young village girl was as normal as any other village girl. My childhood wasn’t any different, neither was it any easy at all. I grew up in a family of six, f

Chapter TwoYounger motherA younger mother to my siblings I became….At a very young age, I took up another role of being a younger mother. When my Mama fell sick, she was taken away by her then late father, I believe, for treatment. Someone may ask, where was then your late father. By then, he had left my Mama who was a primary school teacher. For another woman in the far city, so I believe my Mama being left with a lot of responsibility, with little knowledge of Christ, she worried a lot. That caused her a lot of pain in her body, until her body couldn’t resist anymore and it gave up. She developed a heart disease that almost took her life. Its from that point on, my Mama became very ill, that she was in and out of hospital and as a result, I became a young mother at home. My Mama was taken away to a near by town, but at a young age, we couldn’t even afford to get to that town, nor think about it. So we stayed home alone for a very long time. 

I stood there; my deep blue eyes locked on my mother's. Her eyes were a shade of icy blue which glowed in the silvery moonlight, reflecting my small, skinny figure in them. Her teeth were out in two shard- like fangs, an indication that she was at her limit with regards to her overflowing, and usually infinite patience.I was, however not in the mood to back down from this little spat she and I were having. I refused to lose today and my patience with her had grown thin a long time ago.“What do you mean a proposal? What kind of proposal are you trying to make? You cannot simply tell me to go to one of the most powerful werewolf packs with a simple ‘Good day, Alpha, my mother has a proposal for you’”. I then shook my head, vigorously and in absolute shock at her lack of clarity. Was she trying to make me look stupid? By now, my mother and I were at the brink of falling further away from each other and the familial bonds which, once connected us, now th

Warning: Mature and harsh content. If you think it may trigger you, I advice you not to read this chapter.He saw how hot her body was. Her flushed cheeks, flickering eyes, biting lower lip were making him turned on. He felt a strong sexual attraction towards her. She was muttering something like it was hot, intertwining her her long sexy legs. She was feeling difficulty to breathe.When he saw, the men were playing with her body and one was about to enter her, he felt his blood boiling. He didn't know why other men toughing her bothered him so much!After all, she was just a pawn in his cruel game of revenge. He never wanted to let another man touch her, let alone fuck her. He wanted to make her understand that he was her master, her God. He was in control of everything in her life.He wanted to get it inside her head that she was nothing but a whore now. So the sooner she shakes off all her attitudes, the better for he

  Babe p.o.v——————   "Babe,where are you going to?" A voice calls as I turn to look at Josephine, my sister stretching her hands sitting on the bed.Her black hair all scattered around her head,her brown eyes all wet, her long nails scratching her head as she stretches again then she yawns."Well it's non of your business my big sister" I tell her putting lipstick on my lips. My black eyes blinking time and time,I put some white powder on my face. The black trouser I am wearing not really comfortable and the white off shoulder shirt also not comfortable. It's winter and I will need a really thick cloth,this cloth is too light."Josie,this cloth I'm wearing, do you think it's good cause I do not like it,I do not feel so comfortable with it" I tell her to be sure of what her opinion of the cloth will be."No,it looks good on yo

"Wala ng sasagip sa'yo mula sa'kin, Tytiana." Bulong niya. Pinahid ko ang luhang dumadaloy sa mukha ko at tumingin sa mga mata niya, sinalubong niya naman ito ng malamig na titig. Dahan-dahang akong tumayo at napapadaing dahil sa sakit ng katawan ko, ang dami ko ng mga sugat at pasa, halos maligo na rin ako sa sarili kong dugo. Pinunasan ko ang dugong nasa gilid ng labi ko at ngumiti sa kanya. Pinilit kong itaas ang kanang kamay ko, itinuro ko ang unang sugat na nakuha ko mula sa kanya, sa may bandang noo. Sinunod kong ituro ay ang pasa sa may hita ko na hinampas niya ng dos por dos noong isang araw, ramdam ko pa rin ang sakit ng mga ito. Nahihirapan na akong gumalaw kaya ibinaba ko na ang kamay ko, ramdam ko rin na kahit anong oras ay babagsak ako. "Kaya ko naman kasing mag-isa," mahina pero sapat na para marinig niya. Tumawa ako nang tuluyan na nga akong bumagsak, "Nakikita mo ba ako? Buhay na buhay pa rin kahit apat na araw m

Harry sat alone on the thin window seal in his room and looked up at the faint stars. He knew if he was caught being up so late again Vernon would have a fit worse than last time. He couldn't help it though. Tonight was the full moon and he had been waiting all month for it. Since being locked up so often this summer, he had recently found a new habit of looking up at the stars. He watched as dark storm clouds blow in and cover the sky. His mouth formed a frown. He had made sure to read the paper beforehand. It wasn't supposed to rain for nearly two more days.Given up his plans for the night, he decided to go back to bed when something caught his eye. A streak of silver flew past his window and into the midnight abyss. A catching star, Harry thought.He walked back to the window in an injured grunt. His shin and ankle were still badly bruised from the night before along with some of his arms and chest. There were also man

Later that night Iris was slumped over her cluttered desk trying to keep her mind occupied. Barrett Wilbert Weeds’ voice was belting through her earphones as she sang Dead Girl Walking and Iris had nothing to do but sulk about her situation; she kept all her textbooks in her locker as the teachers had decided not to give them any homework. Not even her dark and wet hair clinging to her hips irritated her enough to keep the events of earlier that day away.She groaned as it replayed in her head for the fiftieth time; looking down at the ice cream, lifting it up and smashing against Orion’s shirt. The heel of her palm slammed against her forehead as she wished for the world to split open and gobble her up.She was, indeed, an idiot, Iris decided. What happened to blooming like a wallflower and keeping her head down? What happened to swallowing her voice and staying invisible? She created a plan at the beginning of the year and sh