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Please, if someone knows how to make Wattpad stop logging me out for NO GOOD REASON, tell me now. Biko  (that's Igbo for please)

Attention all. Im working on the best story in my collection. Written by me and inspired by another author. Long story short i saw his/her work and fell so much in love with it that it compeled me too use it for my own stories. 
          
          Dont worry though my story is not going to be a rip off  rather its going to be an adaptation.   And ive done it with the authors permission. Though that was years ago and ive only just now gain the ability to write this. But its here now or rather its going to be and i also promise as always im going to give credit where credit is due.                      
          
             My story is called Clash of kingdoms. Where power meets Light.                                Its going to be about how a Kingdom of light seeks to help a Kingdom enslaved to lies and darkness. But the Kingdom in darkness doesn't want to be saved and whats more is Sonic although the prince and future king of the kingdom in darkness he is also a servant of the kingdom of light. Which needless to say puts him at odds with his father. Oh and since im sure your wondering. Amy and her friends think they can fight the darkness with darkness then they see the Kingdom of light and become unsure about everything.
          And yes there will be SonAmy. But whats standing in the way of SonAmy is that Sonic is the son of the man Amy hates and Sonic isnt sure its right to love a woman who doesn't serve the same light he serves
          
           Anyways it may take me a while before i finish it and only when i do will it be publish. But i promise your going to love  it. 
          
          But i feel its worth mentioning that the original author doesn't have the same belief system as i do. So any changes in my clash of kingdoms story and her/ his story in regards to morally and spiritually is based on my creed not his/ hers

I'M ALIVE. And I'm still studying for my SSCE . Just got into a good school for it and registered there, now I'm doing preparatory lessons there (not like normal school, I'm at home most of the time). HOORAH. PRAISE THE LORD

So, have any of you ever prayed in your sleep before. Seriously. This has happened to me three times in my life. I remember the first time was years ago when I was little (4/5 years old). Then I didn't know what I was doing and only just realized it a couple of weeks ago. Second time, I don't remember when (Hail Mary(, the third was just recently before we moved (I'm 15 now). I dreamt about saying the Lord's Prayer. Nothing else, just me in alone in a place saying the Lord's Prayer. I then woke up and realized that I was talking (I know that sounds crazy. Like, I was the one talking, how did I REALIZE I was talking. Well, it's like when you mumble in your sleep). It was almost as if my mouth was moving involuntarily, but I was also in control all at the same time. I listened closely and found out that I was muttering the Lord's Prayer on repeat. I just laid there and let it happen for a while, then I went to drink water. I told my mum about it later and she said it's a very good thing. I asked her why it was happening and she said she didn't know, but everything of God is good. So, what do you guys think 

This is my creed.  https://www.wattpad.com/story/402592701-the-christian-bible-creed

Ever just sit and think about the Love of God. Yeah

Oh, the overwhelming, never ending, reckless Love of God. 
          I couldn't earn it, I don't deserve it, still He give Himself away.
          Oh, the overwhelming, never ending, reckless Love of God. 

Sorry this is a day late, but 
          
          HAPPY INDEPENDENCE TO ALL NIGERIANS, WOOHOO

In the dead of the night, my father sat at the head of the table. He stared at the framed, faded photographs on the wall, reminders of the empty shoes once filled by happy family members. The memories of brighter times flooded his mind. After everyone had left, the house seemed to pause, echoing with the residue of everyone’s fear. The walls felt heavier. The rooms, once full of laughter, now held only a desperate reluctance to leave.
          
          As if carrying the weight of his burdens behind him, and with a heavy heart, he wandered past the worn shoes by the door, each one telling a story of departures, falling-outs that could never be reconciled, and goodbyes that would forever stay in plain sight. He walked toward his room with a rope in his hand, a symbol of his despair. His mind flashed to the times my mother would murmur that every cloud has a silver lining, though her voice trembled with fragility.
          
          He regretted what he had done. He had ruined his family, and now he was left all alone, like a flower without the sun. It was too late for him; he couldn’t cry over spilt milk. He had hit the nail on the head, but now the nail was too crooked to be hammered straight anymore.
          
          In his room, the chandelier hung from the ceiling like a fragile crown, its crystals catching the dim light and scattering trembling reflections across the walls. Each dangling prism shivered with every whisper of wind, casting shadows that danced like memories of forgotten laughter. It dripped with blood, as the one strict, happy man was reduced to nothing but a cold, lifeless corpse. Maybe in another life, he would have been a better parent and husband, and not fallen into such ruins.

i wrote a lil smthh