The Sound That Changed Our Lives

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My sitting partner was a big fan of soliloquy; chanting gibberish under the guise of French verbs while she scribbled invisible words on the table with an inkless pen. It was the ' mass study period', you see- a whole hour dedicated to the ever irksome task of reading- and like most of the other girls in school, I had long given up on the books spread out on my desk. 

The day would have carried on as usual; I would've fallen asleep eventually, only to be awakened by a teacher with a loud slap. The letters and numbers on my math book would've swirled around in my brain until I was dizzy with algebra, and the school bell would have relieved us all with three chimes. 

Nothing could have prepared us for the shrill sound we heard next.

Vibes - Part 1

She loved me.

She really did… but not just the way I wanted. And I loved her too. Unrequited love was a bad religion. But it didn't matter as much as protecting her, and I wondered if I could, this time.

You see, she was a magnet.  A magnet for trouble. She loved the rush, the danger and everything that came with it. I despised it. We were polar opposites. She always exhumed confidence and brilliance. I was a shadow in the background - even the cameras couldn't catch me. I was non-existent.

I'll never know how - was it coincidence, or fate; a series of fortunate events or destiny? But this is our story.

Storyteller - It's Not Fair

[4min Read]

Her name was Rose Aliko. She was a multimillionaire. Her peers and staff described her as the most joyous person they'd ever met. Always kind and helpful, sacrificing whatever she could for those who needed it, and always reaching for new heights.

Today, she was going to visit him. It was a tradition. She wouldn't miss it for the world. When she got there, she laid the flowers down, as she smiled and told him "Happy Birthday". She did this every year. Wore a nice dress. Sprayed perfume. Wore pretty makeup and drove by herself to meet him.

"Happy birthday", she would tell him. There was no reply as always. But it was okay. She was used to it. She didn't expect much anyways - because as always, she was only here to give and give and give. She saw nothing wrong with it. She was happy this way.

She recalled the first time they met. Ten years ago, on a bridge in the city. It was not a romantic meeting. You see, she had been trying to kill herself.

DEFEATED NOT. (Final Episode)

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{We are finally on the final episode of Defeated Not. Yaaaaay. Thank you for sticking with Fona to the end of her journey. We really will like to know what you think. 
Alright, let's get right into it.}

‘You see, about 18 months ago, Segun fell really ill and we took him to the hospital. Our doctor, I’m sure you know him he has been here few times, diagnosed him with leukemia.’

‘What is leukemia?’
‘It is the cancer of the blood.’

‘Oh.'

DEFEATED NOT - Episode 4

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My new mother and I got home around 7pm. I met my two new brothers and I honestly did not know what to do, because I had never really been around boys, it was difficult to know what to say or do, but I felt certain they would be better than the girls back at the house-that was what the orphanage was called. So I smiled and said good evening. I could not tell if they were happy or angry so I stopped smiling and bowed my head. 

The Unseen - #4

CHAPTER FOUR

It wasn’t going to take them anytime to get down and out of the building, and so I had to establish some distance before that happened. I was running as fast as I possibly could, I could feel the adrenaline surging through my whole body as I pushed on.

They were out through the main building door in seconds, and it was clear that I had underestimated them. They might be middle aged men, but they didn’t run middle aged. They were going to catch up to me sooner or later, and I could already the hear their footsteps growing louder.

 I was running a straight line down the sidewalk, and they were going to catch up to me if I kept it that way. I looked to my right to see if there was any junction or alley I could turn to, but there wasn’t any; I looked to my left, and saw cars parked separating us from the roadway. I gathered momentum from my run, and jumped onto one of the parked cars, landing on my butt and skidded through the bonnet to the other side. I thought it was going to create distance between me and the police, but I was wrong. One cop followed me, climbing on top of the car, while the other went behind the parked cars, and followed.

The Unseen - #3

CHAPTER THREE

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

That was the third time whoever was out there had knocked on my door.

We were playing a game of silence, both of us, waiting for the first person to make a move, separated by mere inches - the door, me and whoever was out there. Was it the killer?

Quiet. It was all quiet. I wouldn’t dare speak, I didn’t know what was waiting on the other side, time was moving so slowly in those moments.

The Unseen - #2

CHAPTER TWO

A sweat broke on my forehead.

What did I just read? It didn’t make any sense.

I reread the letter several times, trying to make sense of it. No matter how many times I read it, it didn’t make any sense to me.

To hell with it. I reached for the handle of the cabinet, and that’s when I felt it - pure unnerving dread. I was stuck. I couldn’t bring myself to turn the handle, I didn’t think I was ready for what I’d find behind the door. I was panicking on the spot. The panic translated to hallucinations.

Unseen

PROLOGUE

What is the truth?

As opposed to the simple idealistic meaning of the truth being exactly what happened, the many grey areas tell us that the perception and duality of people, and their idiosyncrasies, always produce multiple truths. There is no “one truth”. If an event is seen by one person, and watered down to the masses over the various descriptions told by other people who heard it from the one true viewer of the act, then the truth is lost forever - It has then become a fiction-a representation of what the mass public finds most viable. The story that sticks the most - the one that sounds the most "realistic". It is then printed out, written in encyclopedias, taught to the children, and used as a reference point. Over time, it becomes “the truth”. At this point, it no longer matters what truly happened, but only what everyone believes truly happened. So then I ask this question again,

What’s the true meaning of the truth?

CHAPTER ONE

I finally break from my trance. I glance at the clock and I see what time it is, It’s 4am. Sh**. Its amazing how time flies when your mind is overly concentrated on one subject, or then again, when your mind can’t seem to grasp any form of concentration. I’ve been seated perched on the same spot for roughly 6 hours. It’s not as if I chose to sit in the same spot for that long. No. it’s because I can’t move, my body wont obey me anymore. Why? Because I’ve never seen anything like this before.

The Case - Chapter Ten (THE FINALE)

Chapter Ten

Raphael vs Raymond

Ralph was trained to do stuff like this. He could see Raymond ahead of him. The wind rushed past his face, as he sprinted along the deserted area in hot pursuit. Raymond wasn't as fast, and knew he was done for.

He had lost his weapon when he jumped through the window, and had a nasty cut on his left thigh. All he had was a knife stuck in his right boot. Ralph was so close when Raymond tumbled over, feigning fatigue.

The Case - Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine:

8:00pm Day 3

"Those morons should've been back by now", said Jones.

He knew something was wrong.

Jake had called the DA and told him about their plan. Of course, Jones yelled at him for half the time the conversation lasted, but later agreed to help him. It was their secret, even Chris didn't know about this.

Of course Jake didn't want to risk another slap. Something was wrong, and he felt it in his bones. Jake gave him a tracking device and bugged the guys secretly so that they could find the hide-out. The gang wouldn't be expecting them since no one knows where they stay.

The Case - Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

It had been thirty-six hours since Jasmine was kidnapped.

They ran before the police came close. They knew they had a lot of questions to answer but time was running out.

Desperate times had called for desperate measures. They had to trust someone.

"I don't believe him", Connor said.

"Why?", asked Jake.

"Why would he tell you who the mole is? It's basic strategy to divide the police department so that more crimes can happen, they can kill the two of you and lock up the DA at once ... it's simple logic"

"Wow... I never thought of that", said Chris.

"You never think of anything you morons. Why would you go on a suicide mission? Do you think this is a movie?"

The Case - Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven:

"My baby!", Jake cried, as he knelt near the useless scrap of metal that used to be his car.

Chris looked around to see if any of the girls were hurt. Jasmine had a little bruise from

the fall, but Susan was already up on her feet.

"Yup, definitely a gymnast", Chris mused.

The Case - Chapter Six

Chapter Six:

"We have to get out of here, there's no time to explain", the girl said.

"So what's your name, Goldilocks?", asked Jake, noticing her blonde hair.

"I assume that would be 'logical' for you to ask, since you look like a bear", Chris said to his friend.

The Case - Chapter Five

Chapter Five:

"I want the three of you to get your knees to the ground, right here in the middle", the thug said.

"That's a little too specific don't you think?", Chris said.

One of them slapped him across the face, and he fell down.

"Argh!... Now I know how Jake feels!"

"Citizens of Washington, you're about to witness what we do to cops that kill one of our own", said one of the thugs.

The Case - Chapter Four

Chapter Four:

Chris couldn't believe it.

Peter was dead. His only brother was dead. The burial was quick... a few friends and well-wishers came. Some officers also came to pay their respects.

Chris sat with his parents, who were too shocked to say anything. He watched as his mother wept, and tried to avoid his father's eyes. No one said a word, and just the priest's voice was heard.

The Case - Chapter Three

Chapter Three:

Chris shut the door almost as quickly as he opened it. They both heard the front door burst open, and they were in the kitchen. Bullets flew everywhere, ricocheting all over the place.

"Uhm ... open the drawers", Chris stammered, while crouching.

"We're in a freaking kitchen, be damn specific!", Jake yelled.

"The one near the dish washer, I keep two tranq guns there".

"Why the hell do you keep guns where you cook", Jake said, while handing him one.

"Just shut up and let's go"

The Case - Chapter Two

Chapter Two:

The leader's body laid lifeless on the ground, and in an instant the other three turned around with their weapons facing the streets, backing Chris and Jake.

They both lunged at two of the thugs, simultaneously locking each into a sleeper hold, knocking them out cold and dispossessing them of their guns. One was left staring in utter confusion. Chris aimed his gun and took the safety off.

"Seems the tables have turned my dear friend", Chris said.

"...I think he just peed his pants", said Jake.

The Case - Chapter One

Chapter One:

"Mehn!! ...I ain't never seen a dull day like this, Chris" said officer Jake.

"Hand me that gun" said officer Chris.

"You wanna shoot yourself, right?"

"You know me so well".

Chris and Jake had been best friends since kindergarten, and even their parents still saw each other in their old ages. They had both entered the Police Academy at the Washington district - and after two years of cleaning guns and polishing shoes of D.A.'s, they got into the force, and had been looking for some "real action" ever since.