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The Tragic Compilation
The Tragic Compilation
The Tragic Compilation
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The Tragic Compilation

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the tragic compilation is a collection of short stories that ends quite badly, with more emphasis on politics and trust.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherLulu.com
Release dateFeb 12, 2015
ISBN9781312913974
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    The Tragic Compilation - Festus Nuga

    The Tragic Compilation

    The tragic compilation

    By Festus Nuga

    The tragic compilation

    By   Babajide Festus

    Copyright © 2015 by Festus Nuga

    All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or scholarly journal.

    ISBN 978-1-312-91397-4

    Contents

    The tragic compilation

    Love Bite, Slap and Cut.

    The suicide note

    The confession

    Cacophony of the north

    The unsuccessful plot

    The flash back

    The plot

    Love Bite, Slap and Cut.

    I couldn’t move. It was dark. It smelt... Smelt like ... a stale room. The air was thick, it was moist. I had to struggle to breath. No, I am not asthmatic! I was gasping! Barely breathing but I could still breathe. As I took my first deep breath, and the air left my nostrils, a racking throb sparked from inside my head. I reached for my head, my hand stopped mid-way, held still by something. I tried again. It was still held in place. I struggled and fought, then I realised my hands and legs were tied, fastened to a bed. It had to be, it wasn’t a hard surface, I was in a lying position and my limbs were spread away from my body and fastened by ropes.

    I couldn’t remember how I got there. How? I couldn’t ... Tears began to flow from my eyes as I fought madly to break free from the ropes used to fasten me to the bed. I let out a cry. Short. Desperate. Hopeless. Then the sobs escaped me and I was crying out audibly. I see you are finally awake. The voice startled me. My eyes, I couldn’t see. I could hear footsteps approaching, slowly but confidently. The consistency indicated someone who was at ease, comfortable.

    "You see, I got tired of watching you sleep, as

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