I read ' The Last Good Man ' by Patience Swift in my first year in college. What had attracted me to the book was the name - The Last Good Man. I couldn't agree more with Patience Swift that Sam was literally the last good man on earth because it was obvious that the earth was becoming something else. In fact, at the time, I concluded that he was the last man, the rest of us living on planet earth were animals, and the wild ones preyed on the domestic ones. It was evident in everyday life that there were two factions in the world; the predators, and the prey, and every prey was trying so hard to become a predator, while the predators were still on their toes, lest they fall from their status as predators down to the level of prey. The government sector, the economic sector, even the educational sector, all of them contained predators and prey, and the lie that the prey listen to each time it was time for elections was always " I'm here to help", coming straight from the mouth of beas
Hunter's POV I really hoped he would say yes. I was pretty sure that the contract he had with my mother in-law, Mrs Mcman did not include the criteria that he would also be at my service during the weekend, and for that I feared that he would say no, reminding me that he only worked for me during the weekdays. " Yes. Any problem?" he had asked as he turned to face me, his face being quite unclear in the dim illumination provided by the house dateline. " Well, not really. The thing here is that um.............. I don't have lectures tomorrow, so I won't be going to school, but I want to go grocery shopping tomorrow, and then go for cloth shopping on Saturday - I really need to stock up on my wardrobe. I would've gone for the cloth shopping tomorrow but Hazel seems to be surviving on just plastic and tap water. There is literally nothing edible in the whole house and I don't want it to continue being like that", I said, hoping to buy a little guilted sympathy from him. He chuc
You know, I've always wondered why we guys were always prejudiced. Like always. A girl can call her fellow girl pet names, hug her when they meet, even kiss her on the lips or peck her, but the minute a guy does that, it's concluded; with no further inspections needed - he's gay, and not only is he gay, the other guy he calls pet names is also gay, and is automatically his boyfriend. Like what the fuck? Did he have to make that face of ' what did you just call me?' Uh? Can't I just casually call him my love with no strings attached? Actually, a couple or more strings were attached, but what does it matter? " Oh, I meant um....................... I meant my Lord, not my love", I said with an awkward smile but the old lad was still staring at me in confusion, " seems like you don't know the meaning of your name again. In ancient Greek, the name Basil means royal, and in respect to that I called you my Lord", I said, trying my best to sound as educative as possible, but the e
I actually didn't want to stand up from where I was. Not particularly because I was enjoying it, but because the situation was too embarrassing to face. Just imagine yourself falling on top of someone in the supermarket, amidst the peering eyes of the desperate housewives who were too bored to stay at home that they came on and unnecessary grocery shopping. But nevertheless, we definitely weren't going to spend eternity there, so it was better to just get off each other's bodies. “ Sorry, sorry, I'm so sorry, are you injured?” I asked as I stood up, ignoring the screaming voice in my head that was reminding me that I almost came very close to achieving my dream; to kissing him. “ I'm fine”, he said, standing to his feet and brushing himself off. “ Thank goodness. It would've been critical if you had hit your head on the ground”, I said to him, momentarily forgetting that the desperate housewives were still staring at us. “ Thankfully I didn't. That's called good reflex
Hazel's POV I just couldn't tell why, but I just wasn't having it. I wasn't feeling like myself and I couldn't quite place a description of how I was feeling. I thought maybe it was because of how I saw Hunter smiling sheepishly yesterday but I quickly dismissed the thought. In my usual slow driving method, I drove into my premises and parked in the garage, being careful enough not to hit any other car there. I made my way to the building and on opening the door, I was welcomed with the tasty aroma of lasagna, reminding me that I had been surviving on coffee all day. I made my way to the sitting room, intentionally slow walking to perceive more of the aroma. It was torture, knowing fully well that I wouldn't partake in the food feast, but it was an enjoyable torture. As I was about to walk past the kitchen, a miracle happened. " Hazel", Hunter called out to me, and I turned to face him. He was wearing an apron and a chef cap, behind a very sexy looking body hug top and jo
Hunter's POV I made my way out of the house and into the house, feeling a little bit weary. I didn't sleep well the night before. The thought that Basil might be straight took away sleep from my eyes, and I spent the night praying to every god I knew; Shivu, Venus, Zeus, Odin, The Sun god, that Basil should be gay, or at least bisexual. I had wanted to ask Hazel but decided against it on a second thought. I looked at myself in the rear mirror, the V-neck shirt I was wearing extended way below my chest. I had worn it to impress Basil, or at least to gain his attention and see if he was into guys, but looking at myself in the mirror, I had most certainly never felt so stupid before. “ Good morning”, he said as he got into the car, fastening his seatbelt, ultimately reminding me that I had to fasten mine. “ Good morning”, I replied. “ So, what shopping mall would you prefer to go to?” He asked, looking over at me. “ Why don't you take me to the one that you would prefe
With the speed of light, Basil rotated the steering wheel with accurate precision, screeching the car tyres and ultimately avoiding the truck, plunging into the grassland beside the road, pressing hard on the brakes as the truck honked it's way past us. We almost died right there. I tried to regulate my breathing as adrenaline surged through my veins, making me a little shaky. I tried to pull myself together, and eventually succeeded in doing so, but as I turned around to see how Basil was doing, I was shocked to see him vibrating vigorously. His whole body was shaking with terror, and even though he tried to still himself, it wasn't working. “ Hey, it's okay, it's okay”, I said as placed my hands on his back and patted him slowly, trying to calm him down, but it didn't seem to be working. He was still shaking violently, and the shaking increased as tears streamed down his eyes, his head bowed low.He was having a severe panic attack, and I knew without being told that I had
Hazel's POV To be truly sincere, working out alone wasn't a problem; not at all. The problem was the fact that I was working out alone because of Hunter; that was the main problem. I left the house and jogged all the way to the gym, with earphones on, blasting heavy metal music. At the gym, I tried to concentrate while lifting weights but I just couldn't. Thoughts of Hunter kept crossing my mind, and his wonderful smell wouldn't just leave my memory, making me wonder what kind of perfume it was, since it was able to make one horny. I left the weight lifting section and tried to let off some steam at the treadmill. As I began running on moderate speed on the treadmill, I noticed a guy get on another treadmill right opposite to mine, and beside him on another treadmill was a girl. The guy looked masculine and packed up, and his face card was literally something to die for, and so when the girl noticed him on the treadmill, about to start running on it, she let down her ha
I started writing again, and this was just a chapter of my most recent book.Chapter OneThe CoreWriter's POV She ran as fast as her feet could carry her, almost outrunning the sun on its journey to the west. She got there, and with the strength of a warrior, jumped over the tall fence in one try. She landed on green carpet grass which spread out to a lake. He stood beside the lake, in all his glory of golden yellow skin and black hair, tied up into a bun. She just stood there, staring at him. Even though she had not unlocked her wolf, she could still feel it nudging her to run to him, to embrace him, but she didn't. The encounter from two days ago was still fresh in her memory, the disdainful look he gave her as he ordered his men to beat her to a pulp was still vivid, making her scared of approaching him. She was of the black race, and he didn't accept her as his mate because of that, and she knew it too well, but still couldn't help looking for him. The strings around her h
Hunter's POV Have you ever closed your eyes? Have you ever stopped to listen? Have you ever felt alive? As if there's nothing missing? As if you don't need a reason, just letting the day go on and on? I felt all that. Everything, anything, all at once. I could say with my full chest that my life was perfect, that I had everything I ever wanted. But all came crashing down when I heard what Mrs Mcman said. Hazel tried to explain but I just didn't want to listen to anything he was going to say. Everything was a lie. The life I had thought I had achieved, the happiness I thought I had found, the fulfillment I thought I had begotten, all of it was a lie, a lie that I had wished I never found out, a lie that had been so perfect, so demure, so fantastic that living in it forever wouldn't be a problem, but alas I found out, and I certainly had to do something. “ Gosh, how could he? I mean, all this while, how on earth could he?” Bryan said, fuming furiously after I had thoroughly exp
Hazel's POV “ We are certainly heading towards a bankruptcy”, I.C corporations financial manager, Mr Kelly had told me on my way to the middle of the week family dinner. “ Look, I told you to calm down, okay? I have everything under control. The company will not go bankrupt”, I said, trying to calm the man on the . other side of the phone who was basically panicking like a pregnant woman whose water just broke. “ You said that a month ago, you also said the same thing a week ago and yet nothing seems to be done with the situation”, he retorted, reminding me of something that had happened between us. “ I have my plans, okay, I do. I just need more time”, I said, bumping up and down a little; Basil must've ran over a speed bump. He was different from others in that aspect. A normal driver would normally slow down when he sees a speed bump, but Basil was sure enough to run over it as if he was racing. “ That plan of yours doesn't seem to notice the fact that we do not have tim
Hazel's POV “ We are certainly heading towards a bankruptcy”, I.C corporations financial manager, Mr Kelly had told me on my way to the middle of the week family dinner. “ Look, I told you to calm down, okay? I have everything under control. The company will not go bankrupt”, I said, trying to calm the man on the . other side of the phone who was basically panicking like a pregnant woman whose water just broke. “ You said that a month ago, you also said the same thing a week ago and yet nothing seems to be done with the situation”, he retorted, reminding me of something that had happened between us. “ I have my plans, okay, I do. I just need more time”, I said, bumping up and down a little; Basil must've ran over a speed bump. He was different from others in that aspect. A normal driver would normally slow down when he sees a speed bump, but Basil was sure enough to run over it as if he was racing. “ That plan of yours doesn't seem to notice the fact that we do not have tim
“ But then, tell me, cause I've always wondered, why did you bully me back then in middle school?” I asked Hazel as we both sat in the sitting room spending quality time together after having a hearty breakfast on a Sunday morning. “ Never have I ever” was the movie going on on the television and it was starting to get a little bit boring. “ Well, actually, remember that night that we uh, kissed in your house?” He started. “ The night of the slumber party?” “ Exactly. So after that incident that happened, not the kiss, the bed wet, I thought you weren't going to tell anyone…..”. “ I didn't tell anyone”, I retorted, cutting him off. “ I know, but back then when I got to school the following Monday, on seeing what was written about it on my locker, I thought that perhaps you had broken your promise and told someone”, his tone was apologetic, but hey, I was still mad. “ Wait, so you literally made my life a living hell in middle school because you thought that I had out
“ But then, tell me, cause I've always wondered, why did you bully me back then in middle school?” I asked Hazel as we both sat in the sitting room spending quality time together after having a hearty breakfast on a Sunday morning. “ Never have I ever” was the movie going on on the television and it was starting to get a little bit boring. “ Well, actually, remember that night that we uh, kissed in your house?” He started. “ The night of the slumber party?” “ Exactly. So after that incident that happened, not the kiss, the bed wet, I thought you weren't going to tell anyone…..”. “ I didn't tell anyone”, I retorted, cutting him off. “ I know, but back then when I got to school the following Monday, on seeing what was written about it on my locker, I thought that perhaps you had broken your promise and told someone”, his tone was apologetic, but hey, I was still mad. “ Wait, so you literally made my life a living hell in middle school because you thought that I had out
I continued with my next chapter, feeling so convinced that I would finish the book in no time.Chapter ThreeEveryone was astonished when the girl who was just hit by a truck came out of the dismantled shop, with spectres of blood but no sight of a physical injury. " I'm finally in heaven!" she shouted at the onlooking crowd, raising both her hands up like a WWE wrestler that just won a major match in WrestleMania. The driver who had hit her had almost peed in his pants, thinking that he might have killed someone, but when she displayed such insanity in full health, he relaxed his mind. " The mad ones are always the strong ones", he said to himself as he walked his enormous potbelly back into his truck and drove off. She continued strolling the streets, wondering when she'll get to meet face to face with God. The people on the street didn't seem like angels; they had no wings, so they must also be inhabitants of heaven. She walked and walked, happy that she could walk, but
The next day, I came up with an idea for the second chapter and I got to writing.Chapter Two Elizabeth had suffered greatly beyond bounds. If suffering was a person, that person would surely be her. She was so unlucky to have been born to an American mother who came to Italy for a vacation, only to fall in love with a man who had her for one night and left her forever, never to be seen again. Her poor mother, a young college student, couldn't bear to sacrifice her life to bring up a child that came about through a one nightstand, and so she tried every possible means to abort the baby before going back to America. After having a surgical procedure at a quack's place, she went back to the states, thinking that she had left everything behind, only to realize about four months later that the little demon was still growing inside of her. All the drugs she took didn't get her out, and even the surgical procedure wasn't enough. She tried more drugs, but the baby was still hellb
A Nigerian artist, I think Davido or David, once said in his song called ‘ Assurance’ that love is sweet, but when money enter, love us sweeter, and to be frank, nothing has ever been more true. That night was a turning point for us in our marriage. We started living like a real couple, with everything we ever wanted. I moved into Hazel's room, having the leverage to as we pleased. Sex was no longer an everyday something, but we never missed sleeping together and cuddling each other, and when we eventually had sex, it wouldn't just be sex, it was always more of like a spiritual bonding, enabling us to see each other at our most vulnerable and love that about ourselves. Another good thing that came with the spice up in our marriage was that I started writing again. Writing was once a childhood passion of mine and I had written quite a number of unpublished books, but then after my inner happiness was rekindled, I resumed writing again. I got a pen and a book, and just sta