Good morning streemians and literary critics all over the world, I trust that you had a great night rest and a good time to wonder in your thoughts about your success and failures. If you did not, please feel free to take out time and engage yourself in imaginations of your life and the future. You know what, it's the best experience and it's absolutely free.
In view of this, I must confess that literature and art is life, and it is rather difficult living without it's peel.
So sorry that I had failed to bring you this other part of the excerpts as I had promised, hope to make up for that with a better piece next time I come by.
....tears from a crushed rock.
As he thought over this and many other things, he sobbed and shed profuse tears. His last hope and only consolation was the thirteen naira he had in his pocket. He toched his pocket and assured himself that it was there. With that assurance, he was able to control his emotions all through the night. Two thoughts occupied his mind but he needed one at this time: remaining there to start it all over, travelling back to Unah - a place he prayed never to return. He decided that it was better to pay his way back to Unah instead of exposing himself to death. He thanked God that he was not killed after all, and prayed harder that nature should usher in a new morning.
Thank you very much for stopping by to read the excerpt of my work. I appreciate your time and comments.
I am looking forward to getting constructive criticism from you to strengthen my creative/generative acumen.
I would like to thank and commend 
Remember that this #freewrite community is the best place to do that. If you like the excerpts, feel free to stop by tomorrow to get a bigger/larger piece of the story.
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