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The Elevator

the elevator

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Finally, I’ve gotten used to this cell I find myself in after a day’s work over here. Actually there is no time where I am, neither is there day or night; it’s just an eternal streak of darkness—I learnt this from the other mortals who have been here long before I came. I’ve tried…to get out of here from the breach where I threw this writing into (if only you earth people get to see it), but I don’t ever get through; it’s like I’m stuck here for life. I’m writing this with the hope that someone on earth sees it. My name is Archibald and this is the story of how I got stuck in the dark spirit world of Devaka. I was 13 when I came here. My parents had just been divorced and my dad got custody of me while my other brother was with my mum. She remained in the house we lived in and my dad got an apartment in a 10 storey building by the sea. I had always been one who puts his hands in everything and this made me have the ability to do a lot of things at my young age; I could fix broken things, I could cook and I was still learning how to drive. I was only disadvantaged on the academic side. Having to stay all by myself in our new house was not easy at all. Dad wasn’t always around and I missed my mum and my brother. The building we lived in had elevators. I’d seen another plaything and it would be my doom. Dad was away as usual when I came back from school that afternoon. We stayed on the tenth floor and my tired teenage legs made me me use the lift. I got in, feeling refreshed that I was almost in my room. As I was about to push the button for the tenth floor, the whole dial caught my fancy and I pushed in some numbers hoping to see what would happen. I watched with childish fascination as the elevator started scaling the floors like it knew where I was going until it got to the fifth floor and stopped. The lights began to fluctuate and I was a little bit scared. I watched as the door opened and a strange looking child walked in. I couldn’t see the face but the child had dreadlocks that looked so old and raggy. The child had on a white gown smeared with blood, or so it looked. The lights totally went off and I felt the hairs on my body stand. I was scared. The child started laughing in a very creepy way that sent chills up my spine and the lights began to shake again. I was silent the whole time but I cried for help as the child had become a woman with parts of her bone that could be seen from torn flesh. She was still silent but I could see her face now. Her eyes had been plucked out but it looked like she could see. I pushed the button for the ground floor while I was screaming and shaking so I could run away. The woman stood still but she was laughing. That was when I noticed that the elevator wasn’t taking me to the ground floor but to the tenth! I kept banging on the door but it seemed like no one out there could hear me—there was nothing they could do either. We got to the tenth floor and instead of the door opening to my room, I saw another world entirety, like the elevator had taken me to another dimension. It was misty and dark. The woman pushed me into this world and the elevator closed. I banged and banged on the door. I pushed the “open” button but it had become just a hole in metal. The woman pulled me to a cell without openings. I got to see other creatures and actual demons. I’ve been a slave ever since and I’ve met people from earth who have been here long before I came. I got to know of this place as Devaka. Other people after me have been trapped here too. I’m not sure if this writing gets to earth; I threw this in a breach I found while working. I actually heard a demon say that the breach leads to earth. I’ve tried jumping into it but I just can’t seem to find myself out of Devaka so I wrote this and threw it instead. I’ll end this with a warning. When you’re in an elevator, do not push a combination of numbers, I learnt that it’s a ritual that leads to this end and people don’t know about it....

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Islamic Folklore The Staff of Prophet Musa AS (Moses) Bilingual

islamic folklore the staff of prophet musa as (moses) bilingual

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Islamic Folklore The Staff of Prophet Musa AS (Moses) Bilingual Version English & Germany Legacy Edition To Prophet Musa AS (Moses) I was only a staff but to Almighty Allah SWT (God) I was something totally different. The staff of Musa, that is me…… I am the staff of Prophet Musa AS or Moses. I preceded the Prophet while walking ...I would raise high then fall down onto earth all the way along. I have no mind and I know nothing about "why" or "how". At first the sun used to provide me with greenness and elasticity, but when I died it gave me strength and solidity, how amazing! Death is supposed to be the end of power and strength for all beings, but for me it was the opposite. I was only a branch of a tree and when I died I became stronger. So, you see that death means the ultimate end of power for some beings and a newborn power for others. It is both simple and miraculous at the same time. When a branch of a tree dies, it is turned into a staff and a staff does not gain its solidity unless it is completely dead. That is how power is generated from death, the cessation of being, and this is only a modest sign of Allah's Omnipotence. I believe in Allah just like all the plants and all the inanimate objects do, though each of us glorifies Allah in his own special way. So, it is me the staff of Musa! The most famous staff of all, chosen to be in the hands of Allah's Messenger to Pharaoh. Für den Propheten Musa AS (Moses) war ich nur ein Stab, aber für den Allmächtigen Allah SWT (Gott) war ich etwas ganz anderes. Der Stab von Musa, das bin ich.............. Ich bin der Stab des Propheten Musa AS oder Mose. Ich ging dem Propheten voraus, während ich ging.... Ich würde mich hoch erheben und dann den ganzen Weg über auf die Erde fallen. Ich habe keinen Verstand und weiß nichts über "warum" oder "wie". Zuerst gab mir die Sonne Grün und Elastizität, aber als ich starb, gab sie mir Kraft und Festigkeit, wie erstaunlich! Der Tod soll das Ende der Kraft und Stärke für alle Wesen sein, aber für mich war es das Gegenteil. Ich war nur ein Ast eines Baumes und als ich starb, wurde ich stärker. Sie sehen also, dass der Tod für einige Wesen das endgültige Ende der Macht und für andere eine neugeborene Macht bedeutet. Es ist einfach und wundersam zugleich. Wenn ein Ast eines Baumes stirbt, wird er in einen Stab verwandelt und ein Stab erhält seine Festigkeit nur, wenn er vollständig tot ist. So wird aus dem Tod, dem Vergehen des Seins, Kraft gewonnen, und das ist nur ein bescheidenes Zeichen für die Allmacht Allahs. Ich glaube an Allah, wie alle Pflanzen und alle unbelebten Objekte, obwohl jeder von uns Allah auf seine besondere Weise verherrlicht. Also, ich bin es, der Stab von Musa! Der berühmteste aller Mitarbeiter, ausgewählt, um in den Händen des Gesandten Allahs beim Pharao zu sein. ...

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TRANSHUMAN - Lost Boy

transhuman - lost boy

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TRANSHUMAN is a SciFi set in present-day Nigeria and dystopian futuristic space colonies. It follows the journey of a teenage boy as he struggles to deal with the reality of his newfound abilities. ...

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Joy Ride

joy ride

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Joy Ride is a short story of the near death experience of a happy-go-lucky teenager,  after a fun drive that turned sour. It takes us into the world he thought never existed and shows us how it changes his life forever...

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ADZE

adze

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Adze is black panther meets naruto Its a fantasy action story about the last prince of bamala fighting to restore his country to what it once was before the genocide....

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30days Vigilante

30days vigilante

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A teenager suddenly finds himself as the victim of the Nigerian society. Left with no other choice than to don a hood, he must do all he can to save the people he loves… In just 30days!! ...

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30days Vigilante

30days vigilante

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A teenager suddenly finds himself as the victim of the Nigerian society. Left with no other choice than to don a hood, he must do all he can to save the people he loves… In just 30days!! ...

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Avonome #9

avonome #9

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After a brief skirmish with Ajobara the last Alarinkiri, Avonome is slain and left for dead. In need of a miracle to save her, her guardian angel, Azrael goes to seek the face of Black Gandhi, the Hogosha. Meanwhile in the realm within, Avonome's conciousness encounters the spirits responsible for her powers and the secrets they hold will prove both dire and shocking. And as time slowly grows to a halt for our heroine, the KIRIJI, a band of immortals gather and their eyes are slowly turned to none other than Avonome....

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Spirits

spirits

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An action packed battle angels and demons in an unseen reality that depends on what happens here in our reality...

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TINCAN genesis #2

tincan genesis #2

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Richard and his unit are on a classified mission to crack a terrorist plot deep in the ruins of the ancient nok cilization. Unknown to him, he is caught up in an ancient cosmic conspiracy that will shatter the foundations of the world he knew... and then some....

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Corpers' lodge - Adult Only (18+)

corpers' lodge - adult only (18+)18+

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Oboy yeee! Too much gbege dey happen. The Story of Corper soji gives us an insight of what happens during the service year....

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