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UNCLE!
Author: mostpen
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Elijah surged forward, crossing to the other side of the road, his loafers hitting the asphalt like bullet crushing steel. From the car, he had seen a man slapped a woman, beside the woman was a kid, a young girl of eight, clinging to the man who was obviously her father to stop him from hitting her mother.

People in red and white clustered the sidewalk, Murmuring and pointing but none of them stepped into the unfolding scene. The man, obviously tankered, grabbed the woman's hair and yanked it back. She cried out in pain, hitting his hand lazily to let go.

“You Prostitute! How dare you ask for money today of all day..It is Valentine's Day, not beggars day you idiot!” He hissed, saliva spraying from his mouth. His mouth hit with the stench of cheap beers and native blunt.

“Let me go! Let me go, Ben!” The woman cried, losing her voice as her husband gripped her hair tightly. Her face was swollen with prints of fingers— raw and fresh. Tears slipped from the corner of her eyes, blood roll
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  • THANK YOU UNCLE!

    Elijah froze, his gaze down, locked on Rossana. The word Uncle was a strange Rhythm in his ear but then, he smiled widely at her like a good uncle. “Rossy..let's get going...he's not Uncle..” Hanna, her mother pulled her arm gently to whisk her away but Rossana was hesitant. “Let her be.” Elijah said calmly, taking a step forward. “If you won't be against it, she can come with me and you too.” He said smoothly, his smile lingering, genuine. Hanna blinked, forcing a smile, fingers tightening on Rossy's wrists like timepeice. “You don't have to..” “Don't worry. Both of you can come with me.” Elijah cut her off politely, voice smooth as filtered honey. Rossana, with a heart full of joy, ran over to Elijah and held his trousers. Elijah smiled, holding her tiny hand. “Let's go, my car is waiting over there.” He pointed. Rosanna, being a smart and vocal little girl looked across the road to see the big car Elijah pointed at. Her small eyes widened slightly, surprise flashing. Then

  • THANK YOU UNCLE!

    Elijah froze, his gaze down, locked on Rossana. The word Uncle was a strange Rhythm in his ear but then, he smiled widely at her like a good uncle.“Rossy..let's get going...he's not Uncle..” Hanna, her mother pulled her arm gently to whisk her away but Rossana was hesitant.“Let her be.” Elijah said calmly, taking a step forward. “If you won't be against it, she can come with me and you too.” He said smoothly, his smile lingering, genuine.Hanna blinked, forcing a smile, fingers tightening on Rossy's wrists like timepeice.“You don't have to..”“Don't worry. Both of you can come with me.” Elijah cut her off politely, voice smooth as filtered honey.Rossana, with a heart full of joy, ran over to Elijah and held his trousers. Elijah smiled, holding her tiny hand.“Let's go, my car is waiting over there.” He pointed.Rosanna, being a smart and vocal little girl looked across the road to see the big car Elijah pointed at. Her small eyes widened slightly, surprise flashing.Then little ja

  • UNCLE!

    Elijah surged forward, crossing to the other side of the road, his loafers hitting the asphalt like bullet crushing steel. From the car, he had seen a man slapped a woman, beside the woman was a kid, a young girl of eight, clinging to the man who was obviously her father to stop him from hitting her mother.People in red and white clustered the sidewalk, Murmuring and pointing but none of them stepped into the unfolding scene. The man, obviously tankered, grabbed the woman's hair and yanked it back. She cried out in pain, hitting his hand lazily to let go.“You Prostitute! How dare you ask for money today of all day..It is Valentine's Day, not beggars day you idiot!” He hissed, saliva spraying from his mouth. His mouth hit with the stench of cheap beers and native blunt.“Let me go! Let me go, Ben!” The woman cried, losing her voice as her husband gripped her hair tightly. Her face was swollen with prints of fingers— raw and fresh. Tears slipped from the corner of her eyes, blood roll

  • TRAFFIC JAM

    VALENTINE'S DAY.At the presidential lounge, Elijah stood in front of a gigantic mirror hanging from the wall. He smiled, tugging on the hem of his suit for the second time. On his feet were pairs of sparkling Luis Vuitton loafers. Mrs. Keith had the outfits delivered specially for today as requested by Elijah. He looks different. Really different. Like he was bathed in gold overnight.He stepped away from the mirror and turned slowly but he froze, eyes pinned to a spot. For a fleeting seconds, it seemed time Paused.Suddenly, a wide smile bloomed over Elijah's face.Standing a few metre away was Martha. She looks exceptionally beautiful, radiating like the morning sun, draped in an Oxblood gown that flowed to the floor, sweeping on the pristine stairs as she descended like a royal. A gold necklace glinted above the neck curve, Scattering lights.She looks Sixteen. Sweet sixteen.“How do I look, Son?" A smile exploded on her face.Elijah swallowed, taking a step forward, gaze locked

  • DINNER LIKE DATE

    Top floor of Sovereign Gold, penthouse, wide view, the sweet smells of aroma. The kind that makes people sniffed and licks the air.Elijah had changed into a nice wear—casual and simple but it Cost thrice his old wears. Martha draped a nightwear. Olivia von Halle brand, silky, milky coloured. Loosed shirt and pants.Her hair swept behind, her face glowing after a Spa and skin treatment that lasted for about an hour. She looks different. Really different, like a college teen.The grit is gone and now the grand!It unfolded like a movie, or like one of those stories of rag to rich on meganovel. But this wasn't a story...Well, it is. But a reality folded into a story. Afterall, reality itself is a story.Then, suddenly, Seven culinarians in white uniforms rolled into the penthouse, all looking smart and professional. They were led in by Mrs. Keith. Each of them hoisted a silver tray with lidded dishes. The last two culinarians hoisted a ceramic tray with expensive wines seated on it. Th

  • GRIT TO GRAND

    Martha pinned at the door, her jowl wide, eyes locked on an object in the room— awestruck.“Is that a throne?" She forced her jaw close, eyes squinting at a gigantic bed at the corner of the Presidential suite. It was gigantic, bigger than the whole of their cramped apartment at Bobby's place. Elijah chuckled, shaking his head gently with a light smile curling his lips. His mother do have a way of making things look extremely spectacular. Though it was— The bed, it was magical, a hundred times incomparable with the withered one at home.King sized bed, furled in crisp white linen, beckoning Martha to sit on it because she practically took one step forward then paused eyes wide, darting the space like a scientist in the face of new discovery. The bed looks promising. Promising a restful night, a dream too hard of jolt from. No barking of dogs in the neighborhood, no sound of gunshot nor the evening riot of thugs in the slum. This was a cocoon peace, wrapping fortunes worth millions.A

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