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Featured profile: J.V Jones

<p dir="ltr">Featured profile entry; J.V Jones<br>
Julie Victoria Jones is one of my mentor, she was the first author to open my eyes to the wonder of the fantasy world. Her fantasy trilogy title “The book of words” had already been featured on this site. She was born in 1963 in Liverpool, England as the daughter of a pub owner, in her youth she worked as a bar tender and worked for a record label in Liverpool. She currently lives in San Diego, California, where she initially ran an export business and later occupied a position as marketing director. The current publishers of J.V Jones are tor books in the US and Orbit books in the UK.<br>
Her first novel “The baker’s boy, which was the first book in the book of words trilogy was published in 1995 and the follow up novels “a man betrayed” and “Master and fool” were completed in 1997. Her next work was a standalone novel which was titled the barbed coil. Her next work was a series titled “Sword of shadows”, which consists of five novels. However only four had been released yet and the remaining one is still work in progress. <br>
THE BOOK OF WORDS<br>
1 The baker’s boy (1995)<br>
2 A man betrayed (1996)<br>
3 Master and fool (1997)</p>
<p dir="ltr">A SWORD OF SHADOWS<br>
1 A Cavern of Black Ice (1999)<br>
2 A Fortress of Grey Ice (2002)<br>
3 A Sword from Red Ice (2007)<br>
4 Watcher of the Dead (2010)<br>
5 Endlords was supposed to be published 2015 but has been pushed back.<br>
I am personally only waiting for A sword of shadow to end before reading it. I’ve had reviews that portrayed this series as an even more intriguing series than the book of words series.<br>
Whenever the last book gets release, expect museguide to bring it to you. If you missed the book of words review on our site, kindly <a href="http://www.museguide.org/2015/05/featured-masterpiece-book-of-words.html">click here</a> to get it, with download links attached to it. </p>
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Featured profile: J.V Jones

Featured profile entry; J.V Jones Julie Victoria Jones is one of my mentor, she was the first author to open my eyes to the wonder of the f...

Featured masterpiece: The book of words trilogy

<p dir="ltr">The book of words trilogy by bestselling author J.V Jones is a series of bestselling fantasy series that involve a young boy protagonist who was meant to fulfil a prophecy in the legendary book of words written by a wise man years ago. <br>
The first book in the series is titled the baker’s boy, in this book; the legendary baker’s boy (the protagonist) named Jack, was an apprentice in castle Harvard. However a strange incidence with burnt bread drove him out of the castle, and that started an adventure, which entwined him, the king’s wicked chancellor, Baralis and the daughter of a rich man Meliandra, who was betrothed to the prince of the kingdom. Jack was caught on the bad side of Baralis and he hence made himself the worst enemy in the kingdom. The first series ended at a point where many questions remained unanswered and many mysteries hanged in the air. The first book hence is such that would always fill the reader with a thirst for book two.<br>
The second book is titled master and fool and this sequel continues the quest of young jack who by now had discovered he is an extra ordinary human. However it was not easy as a quest as Baralis always stood the greater enemy and Meliandra the great burden. However, he stumbled upon a noble knight in this part, who helped him with this noble quest of his. The second part was even more interesting as the evil empire of the north kingdom was formed, masterminded by the evil genius Baralis. <br>
The third sequel which is the final book was titled “a man betrayed” it is a charming revelation as it revealed the true identity of jack, the knight, jack murder and the unravelling of the many other mysteries buried within the foundation of the book. The charming revelation was however not only the strength of this sequel as the quest of jack was eventually a 5 star. Aside of some impulsive sexual scenes and vulgar speaking men of certain scenes in the novel; the book is absolutely classic to me and I will give it a 5 star. You can check the link below to download a free e-book of the novel.<br>
<a href="http://www.datafilehost.com/d/01ca774d">The book of words trilogy</a></p>
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Featured masterpiece: The book of words trilogy

The book of words trilogy by bestselling author J.V Jones is a series of bestselling fantasy series that involve a young boy protagonist who...

Inspire your muse; my ultimate solution to creativity blocks

<p dir="ltr">Inspire your muse; my ultimate solution to creativity blocks<br>
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Many a times when we sit down at those desks to write those scripts, or paint those pictures or create our fancy art wares; we’d discover that ideas for the new work might be shortcoming. Then we’d find ourselves cycling a loop that involves; doing less than we know we can do, to doing clumsy and unimaginable mistakes, to not even knowing what to do at all. These kind of situations where by we find ourselves short of our creative sparks are known as creativity blocks. Writers are more familiar with it and to them it is called writer’s block. As we all know, the centre of all creative activities is the brain. During writer’s block it is the cognitive regions of our brains that is stressed. This region however can be invigorated to work us through our pending work of creativity. To do this, I’ve devised two formulas;<br>
Is to re-invigorate your entire system. (Put it out of its stress misery)<br>
Give your brain a structural nudge to repair wearing out parts.<br>
As we all know that the brain do not work alone but is connected to our limbs which now directly carry out most of our tasks. As I type this article for example, it is my hands that type not the brain, the brain only tells it what to do. However imagine, if I am physically exhausted and my brain at that moment stumble upon this article am writing, how willing do you think I’d write it at that very moment? Not writing at that moment however means I’m exposing myself to that risk of forgetting vital points my brain stumbled upon earlier. It might not even be points, it might even be the writing style I wish to adopt or a structure I need to test, and by the time I wish to write it later my brain might just skip them. So obviously I’ve reiterated an importance in the role of our motor systems (the limbs) in our creative activities. <br>
To invigorate your system I’d recommend a cup of premium fruit juice (Orange preferably). Why I recommend this is that fact that the fruit is packed with extra vitamin c which is a natural anti-oxidant. The stressed body cells would have released tons of free radical molecules which upon accumulating in the system causes specific cellular/tissue damages and hence fatiguing such tissue and cells and their specific systems and eventually the whole body. Now the vitamin c will help cast away these trouble-making free radicals.<br>
	I recommended juice because it also has free sugars as fructose and sometimes sucrose, since the brain is a sugar scavenger- a glutton that consumes 25% of the total blood sugar, then the juice would be able to refuel the brain cells and body cells easily. Juice also because, it will help replenish the body water and electrolytes and hence completing a total get at reinvigoration.<br>
Now the psychological aspect, the juice as a matter of fact will help relaxation and brain storming if it were to be mildly chilled. This is due to a creation of a sense of comfort and relaxation, as our own brain would have felt everything is alright and we would find it very easy to push it to the realisation of the day’s creative and mental tasks.<br>
For the second step I’d recommend cod liver oil capsules or the pear fruit, why I recommend these two is the fact that the active structures in the brain which partake in active transfer of information as impulses in the brain and the exchange of nutrients between the brain cells and the blood are all dependent on the omega3 fatty acids present in this two products. The structures include the myelin sheath, then the blood brain barrier (BBB) respectively.<br>
The two will ensure damaged myelin sheath is amply repaired and revamped and so also the BBB, this will ensure an incredible efficiency across the brain, down to the central nervous system and then to our sensory and motor systems. All of these systems are essential parts of our muse and such revamping ensures a smooth and efficiently working muse.<br>
Having taken your juice and probably swallowed that one gel capsule of cod liver oil, you yourself will testify to the magic this is going to perform as a riddance of that creativity block is guaranteed. Note if it does not work an instant magic, please take a nap and when you wake return to that desk to feel its magic. Just endeavour to sip the remaining juice while you work. Remember to share this article with your friends because you might never know how it can help them with finishing those creative works they have abandoned due to recurrent blocks. Thank you very much for reading.<br>
Abd-afeez</p>
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Poets' corner entry; Two

<p dir="ltr">Two..<br>
..<br>
I wonder what's the truth <br>
about my sides that seems two<br>
one is witty, the other was a fool<br>
one was pushing to sell my soul through <br>
to the fiery limbs, that flocks with the cruel<br>
a shield against gale; my plumages are two <br>
It will save my doomsday; my peril in full<br>
with a fame to lead me amidst that libel's brook<br>
one that wallows in shame; shamble's pool<br>
Its claws are ill-smooth, and are ready to pull.<br>
above this I soared, higher before its look.<br>
. .<br>
The other side of me open his book <br>
skimmed across lines, reading loud and through:<br>
the story of how Messiah conquered the Jews.<br>
the strife that occurred in Constantinople <br>
Paris discovered Achilles heel and caused his doom.<br>
Joseph triumphed against his brethren too.<br>
Oh!  My alter ego is a motivator (maybe a fool)<br>
He wants my vigil done without holy ghost, coup!<br>
Without mountain of fire, foes will go down, stoop! <br>
For me to conjugate success like it's my boo.<br>
. .<br>
Hmm! Phew! Who?! <br>
huh! Sorry, which among the two <br>
Ideas, seems cynical? Both, shoo! <br>
Will it fill my wardrobe and lace my shoe?.<br>
One, admonished to rush and take it crude.<br>
so one for me will from mouth pour the dough through <br>
Affluent me dungs, my rich anus of dollars poo. <br>
Another me say: Gently, take it cool<br>
if you push for glory, honour's root will pull.<br>
So mean, human will blame you as a fool. <br>
...<br>
~wizardcalidad™|2015~</p>
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Poets' corner entry; Two

Two.. .. I wonder what's the truth about my sides that seems two one is witty, the other was a fool one was pushing to sell my soul...

Scenerymania entry; wits from the dark 5

<p dir="ltr">Wits from the dark 5<br>
The recent incidence between Tolu and Jibola had casted doubts about the realisation of the plan that was seemingly on a 100% path to success: it now throttle upon the dirty path of futility. Tolu had called me yesterday night after a long moment of silence. I remember her actual words.<br>
“I really need to see you tomorrow, some serious issues came up.”<br>
I began to wonder what kind of issues could transform Tolu’s voice to that terrible status of being husky. I spent the next couple of hour anticipating what the on knocking lunch hold in stock for me. The time seemed to read my mind as it hastened and lunch time happened sooner than anticipated.<br>
It was a sunny afternoon and the cool breeze of the air conditioned room was such a comfort as <br>
Tolu and I talked over our lunch. Tolu had been very emotional that afternoon stressing how stunned she was at Jibola’s seriousness so far. My fear was slowly getting affirmed. After her deep story wrapped around convincing me to believe in her reasons for her shortcomings as regard how initial plans. I had expected Jibola’s attitude to have been her strength. However who would blame a single lady like Tolu if she found sincerity in the company of Jibola? Such company is that she would never throw away with levity. We haven’t exchanged words in over five minutes. I eventually broke the silence. <br>
“The moral of this your whole story is that I should expect no information from you?”<br>
“That is not what I said, however I needed to tell you so that you won’t be disappointed if I held back certain information. I would, like I reiterated, not risk anything that could wreck this dream relationship I found with Jibola. As a friend Dare, you were not able to open up to me as to the reasons why you need such information and I believe we’ve come too long a way for you not to trust me on such issues.”<br>
I was lost for words, it dawned on me that pushing Tolu further might even lead her to opening up to Jibola and the only reason she’s said nothing was simply because of our strong bond of friendship. I also believe she knew breaking such news to Jibola might yet wreck the relationship she tries so to protect. I left her an angry and frustrated man, the whole issue was compounded by the fact office work resumes the next day and I would hence have little time for my quest.<br>
I reached work the next day a bit gloomy, I had only spent two minutes in my office when director James called me. I went to his office trying to force as enough spark to my mood as I could. I met him in the middle of a morning tea. He offered me a sit.<br>
“James how was the leave?”<br>
“it was fine sir?”<br>
“I called you to this office because something came up after you left.”<br>
“Hope it wasn’t something terrible sir?”<br>
“It was indeed terrible and sorrowful too.”<br>
“I involves that incidence that happened to you that almost took your life.” I was dazed by that revelation.<br>
“Sir what have you had about that incidence?”<br>
“I used to have a school son and I’ve been wondering about his where bout until I heard he died during that raid on you?”<br>
“I am very sorry about that sir, Oga I don’t suppose your son in law would be a criminal sir, why was he among that gang that night?”<br>
“All I know is Dare is a good man and would never been a true part of the gang, maybe he just ran into trouble?”<br>
“Did you say dare sir?”<br>
“Yes, Dare.”<br>
I couldn’t believe my ears, how come Dr James knew Dare? “Mr James, that was the man that saved my life that day,” I said.<br>
To be continued<br>
<u>Abd-afeez</u><br>
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Scenerymania entry; wits from the dark 5

Wits from the dark 5 The recent incidence between Tolu and Jibola had casted doubts about the realisation of the plan that was seemingly on...

Wits from the dark 4

<p dir="ltr">It’s been another week gone and I am yet to hear from Tolu. She was meant to give me regular updates. Even if there were no developments, I was meant to be yet informed, so I’d be aware of when further steps needed to be taken. However the four days’ silence was beginning to get on my nerve. It was strictly out of the rules for me to call Tolu, but damn it, she created this eerie situation, after all I created the rules myself. So I picked my phone to call Tolu, the phone rang for some times and there was yet no response. I waited for half an hour again and called yet no response, then I waited for an hour again and called and that was when the smooth gliding voice of Jibola responded; and instead of hello what I heard was “Buddy, I know everything, you are such a motherfucker, let us correct everything meet me at the same restaurant tomorrow for lunch, same time. <br>
I couldn’t sleep for the whole night, couldn’t believe Tolu would betray me like that. After all I was paying her well. I had to figure out what response to give Tolu, after all I didn’t tell Tolu specific details, she only knows I need her to get some information for me, and why I need to get them I didn’t tell her. The night felt endless, I rolled hundreds of times but nothing came up, don’t even know what to tell Jibola. <br>
I woke up very early the next morning to see my girlfriend, her name is Temitope. Temitope is a curvy short girl with fair skin and pretty face. She had the most delightful of smile and she has this charming comfort about her character. I had already called her to inform her of my visit, she in turn had prepared my favourite food of pounded yam and vegetable soup. I got there quite early so I won’t delay her too much as Tuesday was not her free day. She welcomed me with her usual thrilling smile and then her tender hug. She ushered me into her room and then to the pounded yam meal. She insisted breakfast first before talk. I was barely able to eat past half my normal ration as Jibola issue heaved solely on my mind. I was glad she didn’t complain as she already knew my mood was gloomy. After that shabby meal we went to the sitting room where we had extensive talks, it was there I updated Temitope a 100% and asked for her opinion. Temitope advised me to tell him half the truth, that I should tell him I truly handed Tolu such shady errantry, that I should however twist my motive, that Jibola should never know how we are to each other for now. Jibola might seem a friend, however if his father should know about my true identity, he could end up being a fatal enemy. So I listened to my baby’s advice, and it held an earnest wisdom and is a safe haven for comfort. I left Temitope’s a happy man, most delighted because of the lucky man I was. I didn’t just date beauty, I dated wisdom as well. I soon got home and had a deserved rest. I woke around past 11 and set to prepare for the important lunch.<br>
I was late, so unlike me, Jibola was already seated at the table, I took a quick glance at his eyes and it felt it sparked fire. He welcomed me rashly but yet still warmly. After I was seated he told me he already ordered; “while we await the waitress I want you to explain yourself and please don’t pretend; am talking about Tolu. My heart beat paced, I didn’t know what to say, several thoughts raced through my mind, where should I start with Jibola? I was still in my subtle trance when Jibola voice impacted my ears again. “Are you just going to sit there and stare dear friend or you will tell me where on earth you got that idea for the prank you played on me? Right about then Tolu walked in, she was cloaked in a bright green gown that flowed freely to just above her ankle.<br>
She got to our table, drew out her chair and they both busted into a frenetic laugher. I was so shocked and confused.<br>
“Buddy just messing with your head, she told me how you hooked us up and am very grateful about that. In fact, Dare, you are a friend indeed, I will never forget what you’ve done for me because I just found that woman.”<br>
Tolu raised her fingers and waved it at me, “he proposed to me, she said with broad smile across her face.”<br>
As both of them shared their good news, a sudden gloom extended its cloak of glue across my heart, hasn’t my lively ferry of plan found a hole in its under belly? Is my fancy ferry of plan not sinking heavily down the river of reality? I was blank and lost. <br>
To be continued<br>
If you missed the previous parts, please check previous scenerymania posts.<br>
Abd-afeez</p>
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Wits from the dark 4

It’s been another week gone and I am yet to hear from Tolu. She was meant to give me regular updates. Even if there were no developments, I ...

The missing

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The Missing By Brian Doyle<br>
There it is again in the newspaper this morning, on the radio, murmuring from the television, in bold type on the glowing screen in your hand: the haunted, fraught, awful phrase “the missing”. But it is wrong. It is inaccurate.<br>
There are no missing persons. No one is actually missing. They are just not where you thought they were, where they were expected to be, where they usually are, where they were when last you looked, where they always are, unless something is wrong, usually something small, but not this time, not this time. But they are not missing. They are right there, under the wreckage, the detritus, the crumbled infrastructure, the fallen highway, and the shivered ruins. They are sprawled, supine, curled, crumpled, battered, bent, and broken. Shockingly often they seem serene. Very often they seem sound asleep under their masks of dust and chalk and riven stone.<br>
They are not missing, though: only unfound. In a day or five or 10 they will be uncovered, discovered. Pulled from, hauled from. The towers collapsed, the earthquake rumbled, the tornado tore, the battle burst like a boil, the hurricane lashed and flooded. Words lose their meaning in the roaring. Words are shredded. Words are whipped by the terrible wind. She should be coming through the back door just about now, rude and grumpy, peevish and peckish, as her grandfather would say, he loves those words, peevish and puckish and peckish, he has often draped those words on her, wrapped them about her testy perfect face like a scarf or a shroud, and the dog as usual is listening for the faintest possible scuffle and skitter of her feet in the gravel at the top of the hill, and the doorknob is hungry for her hand, but now the door will starve for that hand for the rest of its days, for she is among the missing, the missing who are not missing, but only flailed, felled, fallen. Their souls have fled their bodies. Who they were no longer abides in what they were. Who they were is loosed and lost. Now when you say her name you are in the past tense, in the tense past. It used to be that her name went with her like a handle or a shadow and now it is without, unattached, whirled in the wind. The dog waited by the door for more than four hours, despite every instruction and command to abandon his post. Only long after darkness fell did he cease to stand and wait, to attend, to watch, to expect and savour the exquisite and idiosyncratic joy of her presence.<br>
Brian Doyle is the editor of Portland magazine and the author of numerous books, most recently the novel The Plover.<br>
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The missing

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Scenerymania entry; wits from the dark 3

<p dir="ltr">Wits from the dark 3<br>
I left mummy with a promise to fulfil that which wale failed to; the recovery of our stolen properties from my uncle. I returned to my work place in Lagos with this new quest brimming my head. I had requested for a two weeks leave from work to help me recover from the recent armed robbery attack I was caught in. My boss was even merciful enough to give me a bonus 1 week since the incidence was even due to the risks involved in my type of work. That three weeks leave was a golden opportunity to kick start my newly found quest. Jibola had been my friend since my university years and he was in my department. Apart from being friends, we were reading mates and he was even a more comfortable company because he was from a rich background and more often than not, he would be the one to sponsor our several breakfasts, lunches and dinners together. I had only met his dad once and that was on his graduation day when they came visiting. I remembered he himself told me his name when he introduced himself and that rang bells quite often in recent days. <br>
I had put a call through to Jibola two days ago and he had told me that we should fix a lunch for tomorrow, this would be the first time we would see that year as it was February ending already. We’ve been both quite busy supposedly. Jibola graduated with second class upper in business admin and hence he handles some of his father’s businesses for him. The lunch date arrived sooner than I think. My dinner mate is a friend who happens to be a cousin too. He appeared to me as primly as he ever was, he had a sophisticated smell about him and he beamed a most charming smile. His total package of charms had rather appreciated than diminished. <br>
“Jibola, have you got a date after mine or today happens to be an international good looking day that I do not know about.” He let out his smile again and wrapped it up with a mild chortle. <br>
“Dare please, exactly what I’ve missed about you. Must you always be humorous?”<br>
“You call that humour? Is there a new dictionary meaning for that word?”<br>
We both laughed it off. The waitress appeared suddenly from nowhere, she was a pretty nubile and she had this voluptuous curves, it was even her voice that was most magical. We both had to whisper “wow”. She was quite aware of her effect on men and she simply smiled and continued.<br>
“What are your picks from the menu?”<br>
I ordered jollof rice and chicken while he ordered fried rice and chicken. We both watched her walk away with another captivating strides.<br>
“So Jibola you still fancy ladies like this?” I wasn’t wrong to attack him like that as during our university days he changed his girlfriend every year as he always find a better woman. Jibola was still single then and his reason was still that he is yet to find that special woman.<br>
In a couple of minute’s time she was back with our order and as she set our order and walked away she was the newest movie in town in the eyes of Jibola, in fact, he just found his world class cinema. After she eventually left and I had his attention back I opened up to him the reason behind our lunch date. That I want to propose a business for him. That since he knew I work as a senior officer at Nigerian immigration that I want to be selling him certain impounded products the likes of vehicles and electronics, that my boss just gave me a slot for such. I spent the next one hour trying to make him understand the details of the business its legitimacy and all. After that hour of extensive explanation, Dare told me that he doubt if he would be interested. However he was able to let me know that his dad also used to do heavy importation and that he would have been more interested, however he had heavily invested in an incoming shipping and hence he is low on capital. Then the pieces started to fall in place. <br>
If wale had followed them on the day they robbed and he worked for my uncle, then that son of a bitch called Jide. That means Jibola’s dad would be into smuggling. All I need is to know the nature of his bigger shipping and I can nail him easily for good. All I need is a good plan, who told you I didn’t have a perfect plan?<br>
A week later I was seated at the same restaurant for my lunch, however my partner was not Jibola but that nubile of a waitress. Her name is Tolu and she has been with me all along. She just informed me over lunch that Jibola is officially his boyfriend which of course is part of the plan. The best way to bend a man that love women, is to get to him through the woman he loves most.<br>
<a href="http://www.museguide.org/2015/05/scenerymania-entry-wits-from-dark-2.html">Click here</a> for part 2<br>
And <a href="http://www.museguide.org/2015/04/scenerymania-entry-wits-from-dark.html">here</a> for part 1<br>
To be continued<br>
Abd-afeez                               </p>
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Scenerymania entry; wits from the dark 3

Wits from the dark 3 I left mummy with a promise to fulfil that which wale failed to; the recovery of our stolen properties from my uncle. ...

Scenerymania entry; wits from the dark 2

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<p dir="ltr">Mum was at the veranda processing a bowl full of Egusi seeds. <br>
“Mum good afternoon,” mum stood up and gave me her electric smile.<br>
“Mummy am fine, am very fine.”<br>
“Yes I know you are, you are always fine my son.”<br>
She was still all over me trying to see any sign of blemishes. <br>
“Mum, there is a problem though, it’s exactly why I am here. I’d have been dead now if not for a strange hero. I need to...”<br>
“My son, what are you talking about? What happened?”<br>
“Mum, do you know any wale?”<br>
She looked at me with a flash of perplexity. <br>
“Wale shouldn’t have shown, it’s not yet time”<br>
I gave her a stern querulous stare. “Mum you need to start talking.” <br>
She sighed and gave me one lengthy stare. “My son, where is he now, he Can explain himself better.”<br>
“Mum, he is dead. The men that came to our house killed him, he died while saving me.”<br>
It took mum another five minutes to find her voice. “Wale shouldn’t have died, he was a good man.”<br>
“Mum, who is this Wale guy, mum you should just open up and stop putting me in this awful dark. Mum.”<br>
“My son, Wale is the only person who stood up for me after your father’s death. Today I will tell you a story I’ve never told you. When I married your father, we were happy, however we were having trouble with child bearing and after about 5 years your father’s family began to get really hostile. There about then, the business of your uncle’s elder brother began to take sour turns. I was regarded as nothing less a mountain of bad luck by your father’s family members and their hatred for me continued to heighten. My husband stood by me a 100% and he fell out of favour with his family, however since he was now the bread winner as the former bread winner of the family your father’s brother-we call him uncle Bolaji- had almost sank into nothingness. <br>
One fateful day, your uncle came to our house to request for a loan from your father, having invested a huge chunk of his savings on an importation deal, your father asked his brother to hold on for him that he didn’t have such money at that moment. However your uncle didn’t believe your father and he promised to show him why he was the elder one for his actions. A week later your father travelled and didn’t return. I knew your uncle had a hand in the event, however since I had no physical evidence, there was little I could do. <br>
A week after your father’s death, your uncle again came to me. Calling me a witch that I should leave his brother’s house that after all I didn’t have a child for him. Sooner had your uncle left had strange things began to happen in the house. From night mares to ghostly presence, and worse of all are the frightening voices that reverberated the house walls at nights. I was troubled and sleepless. I fasted, prayed I even made spiritual consultations but the horror in that house persisted. All through that ordeal, Wale was there, he was our house help and instead of leaving after your father’s death, he chose to stay. He even fasted and prayed with me, to me Dare used to say, “Oga is a good man, I won’t abandon you madam because of his death. Unknown to your father’s family, I was already pregnant with you. To them their son had no heir. One day one of those strange ghostly presence got me running down the stairs, I slipped along the way and was seriously injured. I almost lost you that day. After my discharge Wale warned me, that it is best I go into hiding with you because that is the best way to protect you. That your father’s family will because of their hatred for me choose not to believe that you are a legitimate son of your father and someone like your uncle will rather see you dead than be a threat to his greedy ambitions.<br>
Finally I left your father’s house and abandoned all his properties. Your uncle claimed all his properties and till now he his living large on it.”<br>
My mother paused, her eyes were already wet with tears. She looked at me passionately with her wet glistening eyes and smiled, a forced smile I know, but she managed to do it well. She continued her story. <br>
“Wale had called me when you were five, then he was already through with his HND with my help. He told me he wish to tell me that he would love to go and work for your uncle and that he would make sure he act as a spy for me and he would tell me anything he discovers that would help me with retrieving the stolen properties from me. Since then, he’d often return with one news or the other, however non he had brought was ever worthy enough to nail the man. However what I cannot explain is what Wale is doing with those men that wanted to kill you.”<br>
“Mum, what is that my uncle’s name?”<br>
“Chief Odunola Adebowale.”<br>
“What? Are you kidding me?”<br>
“Son, what is the problem?”<br>
“Mum, he is a friend’s dad.”<br>
“What?” My mum was surprised too. <br>
To be continued… In case you missed the first part <a href="http://www.museguide.org/2015/04/scenerymania-entry-wits-from-dark.html?m=0">click</a><a href="http://www.museguide.org/2015/04/scenerymania-entry-wits-from-dark.html?m=0"> here</a></p>
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Scenerymania entry; wits from the dark 2

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Podcastle Reopen for submission

<p dir="ltr">PodCastle.com has re-opened this month for submissions. Each week the editors publish short dark fantasy stories in podcast (audio) form.<br>
Editors Anna Schwind and Dave Thompson are open to reviewing: <br>
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Poets corner entry; Flower-full

<p dir="ltr">This an old poem i wrote to honour our very colourful world.<br>
Flower-full</p>
<p dir="ltr">In unison-uniformity yay!<br>
On pergony peonies are portrayed.<br>
Low-below and high above,<br>
Sprig matures and foliage uncoils,</p>
<p dir="ltr">Say "behold, my rose shall be hold",<br>
Sniffle my friend, new aura unfolds.<br>
Hyacinth pearls, Rosemary petals;<br>
Colourful stands, lovely fragrance.</p>
<p dir="ltr">In dawn gloom blue is riddled,<br>
From overcast sky, blue rays shoot;<br>
This is due, to the loose cloud ripples;<br>
To put a shine on the new spring gloom.</p>
<p dir="ltr"><u>Abd-afeez</u></p>
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Poets corner entry; Flower-full

This an old poem i wrote to honour our very colourful world. Flower-full In unison-uniformity yay! On pergony peonies are portrayed. Low...

writer's resource entry; all punctuation guide

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Today, i will be sharing a resource that feature a web library on a total guide on punctuation. punctuation is very vital to writers, as meaning of sentences can be amply altered by varying the punctuations in such sentences. A good example follows.<br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">An English professor wrote the words:</span></span></em><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">  <strong>"<u>A woman without her man is nothing</u>"</strong> <em>on the board and asked his students to punctuate it correctly.</em> </span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11pt;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">All of the males in the class wrote:  <strong>"<u>A woman, without her man, is nothing.</u>"</strong>   </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">All the females in the class wrote:   <span style="font-size: x-small;"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">"<u>A woman: without her, man is nothing.</u>"</span></strong> </span><br /><br /><span style="color: black;"><em><strong>...Punctuation is powerful!...</strong></em></span></span></div>
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Scenerymania entry; wits from the dark

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I stood at the darker corner enjoying the tension building between us. Jide had been the one doing the talking since, all I did was listen patiently to his endless rants. Though it was true I held most of the blame, I could have just let the consignment slip through easily, especially with the mention of the dare devil Jide’s name, however I was on strict instruction. As a senior officer at the customs, I hardly get field duties as the office works on my desk were ample enough to keep my butt glued to my office’s leather chair. That fateful morning, director James had requested for my presence at that particular spot, because he had a tip that a sponsored consignment would be smuggled through and that the regular presence on that post were unreliable as they could have been adequately bribed to let the consignment slip pass.  Three days after I seized Jide’s consignment, here I am at the horrible presence of Jide, two of his fierce looking men stood beside him and a couple others watched the door and others unknown; hidden, by the car I suppose. I was jeered back to reality by the last sentence from Jide, “make it quick and silent”. <br>
I recalled the murderous look on those men, the death notice in their steps and the killing edges about them. I felt nausea form from my stomach, I didn't keep it back, it was as if, it was my fear that was coming out. As I emptied the smelly, slimy content of my gut on to the floor. I noticed the men staggered back at the smell and look of the vomit. Somehow my regurgitation had cast my wits away from the gloomy walls of my meek heart that caged it. It was my turn to utilise my enemy’s tactics against them-to launch a quick and silent counter attack on them. I reached for the iron wrench just by the window, I rammed it against the first's skull, I heard a loud creak and then a louder thud, and before the second could respond I rammed it against his jaw, in an upper cut direction. A loud moan escaped from his mouth as his lifeless body dropped into the ground.  Jide seeing an imminent danger ran outside asking the two doorway guards to strike me down. One of the men held a gun, I flinched, the whole wits I gathered found a sudden porous escape route as I stood motionless awaiting my death sentence. The man with the gun approached me, he raised his gun aimed and squeezed, I heard a body fall, I knew instantly what was wrong, my body had fell but my zealous spirit was standing, unwilling to fall with the body. However it was the second shot that spoke reality. It was too real a sound for a spirit’s feeble ears, I swivelled my head to examine my environment. I found the bodies of the third guy and Jide on the ground, there were three more shots and two other guards fell and then my hero was there too, slowly sinking to the ground, I was hardly able to thank him for saving me. He stretched his hand reaching desperately for me. He was saying some words, I neared him “Dare, Dare, tell your mum, tell her that wale was here, say…….saii……”<br>
His eyes drooped to nothingness, he was dead. <br>
A week later, as I prepared for visiting mummy back in our home, I began to wonder what story mummy will tell me regarding my dead hero.<br>
To be continued……<br>
Abd-afeez Abd-hamid<br>
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Scenerymania entry; wits from the dark

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If there was a camera, it would only show an apple.<br />
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An apple, in the hand of skinny white kid<br />
who looks too young to be in high school, that<br />
gets eaten.  The camera will show how hi<br />
teeth digging into its yellow sides, bringing the<br />
piece into his mouth. The camera will spend<br />
maybe five minutes documenting his various<br />
lunch items and how he eats them, with upbeat<br />
punk music in the background.<br />
The kid- who I will now call Scott- suddenly<br />
looks down at his leg, on which there is a<br />
vibrating phone. He smiles, then picks it up to<br />
read the message.  He finishes reading it, then<br />
frowns even though he is glad his mother will<br />
drive him home that day.<br />
Scott looks straight ahead; there is a brick wall<br />
across from the stairs he is sitting on. The<br />
bricks aren't all red, with varying shades of<br />
orange, but it is still severely plain. He stares<br />
for a while, as the sight in front of him is only a<br />
method for him to be aware of his real-life self<br />
as his thoughts wander. In his view, he sees a<br />
girl. Red hair, much brighter tan the orange<br />
bricks behind her. She looks in his direction,<br />
then smiles and waves. Scott does the same<br />
but with more enthusiasm. His waving hand<br />
hits the leg of another girl coming down the<br />
stairs. This girl says something to the redhead<br />
and steps over his empty lunch bag.<br />
Swallowing, then looking down, he uses the<br />
grey steps as an awareness point and lets his<br />
mind walk up the steps and into a more<br />
stimulating place.<br />
The bell rings, signalling the beginning of sixth<br />
period, to which he stands up and leaves.  He<br />
doesn't go to his locker, his class or even the<br />
bathroom. Scott walks out of the front of the<br />
school, heading toward an address he found on<br />
Google Maps. About a block way, he starts to<br />
sweat-not from anxiety. He wonders what<br />
would happen if a cop saw him. He gasps as<br />
his fears come into reality when a cop car<br />
drives by. The car does not stop or slow down,<br />
however. Taking a deep breath, Scott<br />
continues on.<br />
When he finally gets the the address, he sits<br />
down on some steps in front of a parking<br />
garage. He looks up at its grey sides, then<br />
down at the black asphalt beneath it. He looks<br />
at an empty parking lot, then heads toward it.<br />
When he reaches the middle, he sits down,<br />
opens his backpack, and removes a box of<br />
chalk.  He takes out a piece of red chalk,<br />
orange, and white chalk. Taking the white, he<br />
runs in a straight line across the parking lot<br />
while dragging the chalk on the asphalt.  He<br />
changes position and does this again. Then<br />
again. Then again. And after several more<br />
times, he stops to catch his breath. The<br />
camera zooms out to show that he wrote<br />
"EVERYTHING" on the asphalt. He takes the<br />
red and orange pieces-both in his hands at the<br />
same time, creating a double line whenever he<br />
wrote with them. Pressing them with all his<br />
might onto the asphalt, he makes a big curvy<br />
"S". He makes four more letters, which<br />
together read "SUCKS". He drops the chalk<br />
from his shaking hands and stares at the<br />
incomprehensible lines.<br />
After several minutes of admiring his work, he<br />
runs-sprinting-toward the parking structure.<br />
He runs to the elevator that takes him to the<br />
tenth floor. Going to the edge of the structured<br />
lot, he looks down on the chalk-covered lot.<br />
After quickly looking away, he looks back<br />
again, then charges for the stairs. He goes as<br />
fast as he possibly can down the stairs until he<br />
gets to his lot again. Scott pulls his jacket off<br />
and throws it on the ground. He steps on the<br />
jacket and rubs it all over the red and orange<br />
chalk until it is all embedded on his jacket and<br />
off the ground. Grabbing the box of chalk, he<br />
picks blue and begins writing again. This time,<br />
there are more letters.  He finishes the words<br />
and the chalk then runs up the stairs to the<br />
twelfth floor-the highest he can go. Smiling, he<br />
looks at the parking lot that is only empty of<br />
cars. It reads "EVERYTHING IS BEAUTIFUL".<br />
Scott looks down at his watch on his way back<br />
down, seeing that he has enough time for his<br />
mother to give him a ride home.</div>

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Musa Publishing is seeking submissions for a future issue of Penumbra magazine, a speculative fiction ezine. The theme for the December 2014 issue is“Arthurian Legend”–stories of magic mythology and mystery based on the fantastical folklore of Arthurian literature and influenced by legendary characters like King Arthur, Lancelot, Merlin the Wizard, and Queen Guinevere. Writers are invited to submit original, unpublished stories up to 3500 words. New writers are encouraged to submit. Payment: 5 cents per word. Penumbra magazine publishes a new digital issue monthly, developed around a specific theme. <a href="http://writingcareer.com/post/96257670271/penumbra-magazine-needs-speculative-fiction" target="_blank">Click here</a> for more details and submission requirement.<br />
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There souls hence suffers<o:p></o:p></div>
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A season when ill-luck prevailed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Pretence ascending a hilltop of fame,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lies shrouded in ample accolades,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Assuring it a bath of glory,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Hence lies shits in our eyes,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Golden lit to public delight.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Blasphemy in an atmosphere of decadence,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Virility in a brimming tray of nourishment.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The shit  is yet here.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Mopping sticks and brooms strikes persist yet.<o:p></o:p></div>
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So when heroes rests in shackles,<o:p></o:p></div>
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We discovered this shits left seedlings,<o:p></o:p></div>
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A final desperation to clear these messes.<o:p></o:p></div>
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These shits just don’t happen,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Your story's ideal hero

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When you write your wonderful stories, more often than not we see the advent of an hero who eventually saves the day. So who is your ideal hero, a no nonsense miscreant that was just lucky to have a roughly good heart but would notwithstanding have to break the law to save the day: Or a law abiding citizen whose heroics is less of his vicious acts and antics but more of his smart moves and wise maneuve<br />
? More often than not our judgement of the ideals of our stories' heroes depend on some factors and these include the following.<br />
The setting of the story:- Sometimes the background of our story would affect the ideals of its hero. Take for example a story that was staged at the historic reign of the roman empire. If an hero should rise in such story, your fans will not expect a saint, neither a miscreant, your hero should be a blood thirsty warlord or a god-blessed super human or some invincible demigod. However if the story was staged at the British empire era as seen in the king Authur era, a miscreant would have been our ideal hero or an overzealous knight. However how ridiculous would a wizard-of-an-hero have been in such setting? Obviously it would seem very ridiculous.<br />
The plot:- Let your hero represent your plot, don't be the person whose hero in a magical world would be a religious extremist, in as much as your hero's ride to glory would have been justified by his God's aid; you would however have earned a long list of disappointed and bored readers. Let the struggle between your hero and villain be in line. If your ideal hero is always a stainless, smooth riding, always having his way hero? You are so not doing a good job with your hero. What bore readers most is when your hero is so stereotyped that his every conquest is business as usual.<br />
Your characterization:- Sometimes the attributes you give your would be hero would have a constraint on his heroics. If you have a kid hero for instance, he is expected to be imperfect and quite amateurish, his heroics would be driven around luck and deep struggle. He should rarely have a smooth ride to conquer. Give him complex attributes but ensure those attributes are less conflicting. The commonest of such attributes are often emotional dispositions like (love, anger, hatred) and the rest physical/mental challenges like (sickness, trauma, I'll luck poverty and others). The two fields of attributes above would give your hero the ideals of a true hero your fans will love.<br />
After tactically analyzing the above points, you should know what your ideal hero should be for your story. You might have opinions contrary to mine, may be their is this other formula working for you? Please comment with your ideas.<br />
Abd-afeez Abd-hamid<br />
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You could be any form of writers in the world today, a
content writer, an article journalist, a ghost writer, a creative writer, an
investigative writer, a freelance writer, a copy writer a script writer. However,
one thing unites these set of writers together and that is their command of English
language. As a writer myself i understand that my use of English should be good
or rather outstanding- if possible- to be ever be considered a good writer. Command
of English itself can never be separated from a foundation of English known as English
grammar. So a constant work out is a must to keep our writing edges sharp and
writing-efficient all times. However after days of working out on our English
grammar, I believe it is of importance to test ourselves to be sure our learning
therapy works. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Here at museguide it is of utmost importance to us that our writer
fans always get the best and hence stay on top of their game. That is the
major reason why i decided to share this amazing tool to help you test your
grammar. I stumbled upon this tool on twitter where one of my followers
mentioned me on a tweet about this great tool. I checked it, thought it was an
amazing tool. I instantly retweeted it, had it been you follow museguide on twitter
you would have noticed this tool first hand. It’s not too late to follow us
though via @museguide. <a href="http://englishgrammarpass.com/exercises/grammar_vocabulary/1Ob87wlFfV.html" target="_blank">Click here</a> for the link to the amazing tool </div>
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Many a time we would find ourselves in a situation where by
we couldn’t find the solution to our creativity cravings. A writer would be
seen by his writing desk with his pen and paper, or his computer system; if he
happens to be a digital freak like me. How about a painter, he would stay for
hours at his work station brush in hand with a blank drawing fabric in front of
him. How about a digital designer, staring at his blank computer screen with is
CorelDraw awaiting response from him? The truth is, he who claims to have never
found himself in such circumstances lies. So as a creative individual, how do
you get around such frustrating phase in one’s prolific life of creativity? I
will be putting you through some simple steps that mostly work.</div>
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</span></span></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Don’t be
held hostage by deadlines:-</b> Deadlines are like wicked commanders, they make
you push yourselves to complete missions. However they would shy away from
responsibility when you run out of gas. Take the most out of deadline by making
sure you stick to a healthy schedule. Don’t ever over work it, nor should you under
work it. When you stick to a healthy schedule, you won’t fall victim to a
knocking deadline because falling far behind schedule means deadline knocks far
ahead of anticipation, the only means to catch up would be to over work
yourself. That would only exhaust your gas.</div>
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</span></span></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Please,
take a break:-</b> Don’t be the workaholic that bore himself with below par
pieces because of stress. Creativity is never forced, the more your heart and
mind is into it, the more beautiful its handwork. When you discover that you
are suddenly out of gas. That should be the right time to take a break. What
should you do when you take such break? When you take such break, the sole
purpose of the action is to clear your head and relief stress. Definitely, fun,
recreation and relaxation should top your list of priorities. If you are a
proactive individual like me, you would bend such break towards fun activities
that could nudge your muse into a state of motivation or confidence. Take for
example, if am stuck on a story and decided to relax by reading an amazing
novel. Do you know you could be gifted a grand spark of motivation as such. Let
your muse dictate how you would spend your break, in as much as you would want
a drift away from the cognitively exhaustive work station, you shouldn’t wander
too far in other not be at such stance where you totally lose sight of your
impeding or half done master pieces.</div>
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is the time to now brainstorm yourself so that you maximize the usage of your
newly found energy. By taking that break and relaxing amply, your muse would
have earned its lost energy. In other to maximize the usage of such energy, all
you have to do is equip your muse with nasty weapons so they would turn to
needed gangsters for that deadline.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>The
weapon in question would be the new ideas from your brief brain storming
session.</div>
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tank full of gas:- </b>Now is the time to test how abundantly you are refuelled
for that work of muse waiting patiently in your workstation.</div>
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Good luck to you as you get to
test out my outlined solution to that moment of block. Remember the muse in you
is greater a fire than an ocean of water can quench. Keep doing the creative
stuffs you are good at and remember that MuseGuide will always be here for you
to see you through your adventure as a musing individual.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>Have a blessed week.</div>
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Are you suddenly out of steam? Read this!

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