Untamed S5 ep01

WRITTEN BY

STEVEN JERAL HARRIS

EDITED BY

EMERALD LORDSFAME

S5 ep01

Olivia.

I finish off my tea and head back to bed shortly after talking to Kenya. I wake up another time to find sunlight beaming into my room. I can hear busy feet scrambling outside my bedroom. I sit up and rub the crust from my eyes, and then peek out my bedroom door. I see Maria walking down the steps in a pair of bat pyjamas.

I step into the hallway the same time Jason walks out of his room. His room is across mine.

"Good morning," he says with a handsome smirk.

"Good morning." I reply.

“Did you sleep well?"

"I tried." I reply.

“Are you feeling okay?”

“I feel a little better.”

“That’s good to hear.” He responds.

We walk downstairs together into a busy dining room. Everyone is sitting at the breakfast table and eating, all except for Daniel. Jason walks into the kitchen and observes what’s in the fridge.

"Good morning." Kenya says to me.

"Good morning." I reply.

"How did you sleep?" She questions me.

"I slept okay."

"Hungry?"

"I‟m a little hungry." That’s an understatement, I’m starving.

"I'll cook you something." She says and begins to lift up from her chair, but I stop her.

"No it’s okay. Cereal is fine."

"You don’t have to lift a finger. I’ll get it for you.” She tells me.

“You know, you guys are not my maids. I can do things on my own.”

“But you’re our guest.” Jessica says while pulling back a chair for me.

“Okay, if you insist.” I tell Jessica as I sink into the chair.

Jason goes into the kitchen and comes out chomping on an apple in one hand, and in the other, holding a breakfast bar. He winks as he sits down next to me, which makes me blush.

"What kind of cereal do you like?" Kenya asks from the kitchen.

"I like granola." I reply.

"Do you want any fruit?" She questions.

"Um, do you have any bananas?"

Jessica snorts two seats down from me.

"Hear that guys? She’s craving those already."

She says with a smile.

Everyone giggles, I do too.

"Haha." Kenya mocks Jessica as she walks in with my breakfast. "You think you’re so funny, don't you?"

Jessica smiles and replies...

"Maybe."

"I didn’t think it was funny." Eric says in a low voice.

Jessica’s smile flatten.

"Why do you always have to open your dumb lips?" Jessica asks him angrily.

"Don’t toot your own horn so much. That’s all I’m saying." Eric replies.

Jessica lifts her fist into the air.

"What if I punch a damn hole in your face? Maybe you’ll think that’s funny."

Eric pauses and then ponders about her threat.

"How would that be funny?" He says while shaking his head in disagreement. “It’ll be more like, AHHHH! I have a hole in my face.” He says while clamping his face and pretending to be in agonizing pain. “I’m bleeding blood everywhere. And it’s totally not funny. AHHHH!”

"You two stop this mess, please." Kenya prompted. “Aero move a seat down."

Eric blows out a lung full of air, which causes his lips to flap together. He drags his bowl across the table then falls into the next chair over. Kenya sits down and gets comfortable at the table.

"And I thought I only had two children." Kenya says to herself.

Kenya shakes her head as she spreads open the newspaper in front of her face.

"So where’s Daniel, I mean Mane." I ask.

She giggles.

"I told you so. My son is a mystery. He’s somewhere hiding.”

She shifts back into the newspaper and continues reading.

An hour later, I’m fully dressed and ready to go.

I walk downstairs into the living room where everyone is waiting patiently for me.

“Five down, one to go.” Jessica says.

As soon as Jessica finishes the sentence, I hear heavy feet marching downstairs sluggishly until Daniel makes his appearance in the living room. He scans the room with his stern eyes. It’s as if everyone is waiting for him to make a move or say something.

"Are we going to do this or what?" Daniel asks everyone.

"You tell me. We've been waiting forever." Eric says.

Daniel doesn't respond. Everyone stands to their feet and then exit through the front door.

"Mane no speeding today," Kenya says in the doorway, “that’s unless you need to. I'm tired of paying for tickets. You hear me?"

Daniel opens the driver’s door of the SUV and acts as if he didn’t hear her speak.

"Mane…?" She shouts to him.

"Yes, I heard you. Whatever." He says before getting into the car.

Today, Jason and I are in the back seats, Maria and Jessica in the middle aisle, and Eric and Daniel at the front. Daniel reverse out of the driveway and drives up the road at the normal speed limit.

"Iva," Jessica calls to me, "my mom can be over the top sometimes. She’s also a little short on manners. That’s just her character."

"She's like a child on caffeine." Eric adds. "Twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, all freaking year long." He shakes his head annoyingly as he finishes the sentence.

"Thanks for the heads up." I reply. “Is there anything good about her? So far her cooking is bad, she has no manners, and she’s like a kid on caffeine.”

“Yeah, she can see the future.” Jessica says.

“Well, sometimes.” Eric adds.

A couple minutes later, the car pulls into a long driveway. We park in front of a large white house with red window shutters. The house is surrounded by trees.

"We’re here already?" I ask Jason.

"Yes. We all live pretty close to one another." He says.

We exit the SUV and walk to a red front door.

Before Daniel is able to knock on the door, it swings open.

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Untamed S4 ep10 Season Finale

WRITTEN BY

STEVEN JERAL HARRIS

EDITED BY

EMERALD LORDSFAME

S4 ep10 Season Finale

The Accident.

My insomnia still haunts me. All I can think about is my mother. I’m worried sick about her. I do manage to get some sleep, but only a little.

My eyes open for the fifth time in the middle of the night. There's a faint noise outside my bedroom. It’s an unfamiliar voice, a man’s voice, but the voice sounds very distant. I walk across the room and peep out my room door slightly. All I can see is a glimmer of light coming from downstairs.

I close my bedroom door behind me, tip toe down the hallway, and make my way downstairs. All of the kitchen lights are on. I walk into the living room to find Kenya sitting on the sofa watching television. She looks up at me with a surprised look.

"Hi," I greet her half-heartedly.

She then smiles at me.

"Hello Iva, can't sleep?"

"Not really."

"You came down here wishing to find someone else?" she peers at me with a smirk.

I immediately let out a smile.

"You don’t need to say a word. I already know your answer," she says.

There’s a slight pause between the two of us. I look over at the large flat screen on the wall.

"What are you watching?"

"A soccer game. Do you watch sports?"

"No, I’m not a sports person, at all." I make sure she hears the words, “at all”, clearly.

"I watch it occasionally,” she continues, “I'm not an athlete either, but I’ve been to a game before. It’s very entertaining."

She looks at the television, not watching the game, yet thinking deeply.

"The humans are so carefree, about everything."

She says.

"Ignorance is bliss," I say to myself, but she hears me.

She breaks away from her deep thought and shifts towards me.

"Is it?" she ponders again but mildly. "Hmmm...

“But the truth will set them free.”

“Maybe they don’t want to be free. Maybe they like being ignorant,” I reply.

“That’s so interesting. It doesn't matter what decisions we make in life, there's always a consequence, always."

She grabs the remote and switches off the television.

"Well..." she stands to her feet and breaks a smile. "...how are you feeling? Better I hope."

"I feel okay."

"That’s good. Come, sit with me. Keep me company."

I follow her into the dining room, and then sit down at the table as she walks into the kitchen.

"Do you like tea, Iva?"

"Do I? That’s all I ever drink."

I hear the sound of closing cabinets, followed by the sound of water being poured into cups. She then walks into the dining room with a mug in each hand, places one down in front of me, and takes a seat across from me.

"Thanks," I say as I take a sip.

We marinate in silence while drinking our sweet green tea together.

"If you don’t mind me asking, where is their father?" I ask, realizing I shouldn’t when I see her face flatten.

She places down her cup of tea and looks at it.

"Um, their father died, years ago."

"I’m so sorry."

"No it’s fine, don’t be sorry. It happened fifteen years ago. My son was eight at the time. He and Mane were…" she swallows down the hurt. "...the best of friends. Mane always was a bit…different. But his father understood him. When he died, it was like a piece of him, also died. That’s when he became obsessed at solving things," her eyes start to glisten a little. “A doctor one day told me he’d noticed such behaviour before. He says it’s because some people, when something terrible happens to them and they don’t have an answer for it, they go to other things to sort out their problems. His, of course, is puzzles.”

"How did he die, if you don’t mind me asking?"

She finally looks up at me.

"One day they were going fishing. On the way back the car went off a bridge and into the water. An eighteen wheeler crushed the passenger side of the car.

Mane stuck in there. He told me that all he could remember was water everywhere. He noticed that the roof of the car was peeling back. His father saved his life just in time. As he went to the surface someone helped pull him to safety. It was your Uncle.”

“My Uncle?”

“Yes, it was his first day on the job. Strangely, Mane never liked your Uncle after that. I believed it’s because Mane thinks he should’ve died there with him.”

“Wow, Uncle Frank never told me about that.

“So, did his father drown?”

“Yes. They found his body under the car, it flipped on him," her breathing collapses. "I was in the kitchen when I felt this pain in my chest. That’s when I knew something terrible had happened."

"Hold on, you felt him dying?"

"Yes. We are a lot different from humans, spiritually. Sometimes, if you love someone unconditionally, you become spiritually bonded to that person. It doesn't matter where you are. If you are bonded to that person, when they are in grave danger, you will find them. It’s a very rare occurrence. But believe me Iva, it’s more of a curse than a gift. I was heartbroken when I lost him, but feeling him suffer to death was the worst pain of all.”

“I can’t imagine going through that.” The thought alone saddens me.

“When my son returned home, it was like staring at a brick wall. He didn’t speak for a very long time after that. Some children at school started to make a sport out of him, so I kept him home for a while. He grew to be very isolated and angry. I spent so much money sending him to several doctors and psychologists. But nothing worked,” she pauses to wipe a tear from her eye, “one day, months later, he spoke while we were eating at the table. He said he wanted to be alone. And now that’s all he ever wants.”

She clears the hoarse from her throat.

“The person he once was and ever will be is somewhere in that lake,” she breaks the gloomy mood with a calm grin. “Well, I’m heading back to bed. You have a good night,” she says with a bleak smile.

She goes in the kitchen then places her mug into the sink.

“Try to get some sleep,” she tells me. “You have a long day ahead of you.”

“What’s happening tomorrow?”

She chuckles and says…

“You have a lot of people to meet silly girl.”

She walks out of the dining room and up the steps…

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Press Release

Controversial new novel opens debate on enigmatic artist

Diane's Fantasy, the debut novel by ace and stellar actor and scriptwriter, Emerald Lordsfame, is published in January 2019 by pioneering digital publishers, Free-eBooks.net, Amazon.com and kobobooks.com

Lagos, Nigeria - 14th March, 2019
She was a young multi-billionaire. At fourteen she became a sole heiress to her parents properties after their demise but like every other person, she had her fantasies, especially the kind of man she would love to spend her life with. At twenty, she fell in love with a poor guy named Rick who was the very opposite of her fantasy. And unfortunately, Diane was the opposite of Rick's fantasy too but he loved her deeply. Emerald Lordsfame's debut novel, Diane's Fantasy, sheds light on this intriguing romance. It brings the deep force and struggle between love and fantasy into light. It was published in January 2019 by leading publishers, Free-ebooks.net, Amazon.com, Kobobooks.com.

An appetizer of Diane's Fantasy is on Free-ebooks.net.

Inspired by her thoughts and inquisitive mind, and the world around her, novelist Emerald Lordsfame, decided to tackle the haziness in what we want and what we get i.e. fantasy and love. "I have always listened to people about not marrying the kind of spouse they wanted; about the attributes they want in their man and woman and what they get; and the phrase 'when the desirable is not available, the available becomes desirable'. And of course I have my own fantasy man too. So, I wondered a lot about falling in love with what you get and then your fantasy showing up. And since you've always loved your fantasy, how will the two loves weigh? Who will win  the one you've always loved that came late or the one you fell in love with while waiting for the one you've always loved? Then I thought putting this in a story, would make a gripping, interesting, and emotion-filled novel, hence Diane's Fantasy.”

Emerald's work has soared in popularity in recent years, perhaps inspired by the net series and weekly book series she does. She is the first person to start online weekly series just like TV series but in a read which she calls Bluegre Scripts(TV series in a read. Diane's Fantasy was the first series she aired but she was smart enough to air it for just few weeks in order not to give it all out probably because she knew she was going to make it into a novel in the future which is now; followed by Fall for You and then Untamed which was written by Steven Jerral Harris, an American artist. Emerald Lordsfame’s blog does not only air her scripts but other novelists’ works too, in order to help bring them and their works into limelight. And her weekly book series, is called Bluegre Dramics. She started that recently and it's rapidly paving way for itself in the world as both young and adult are grabbing their copies and anxiously looking forward to the next issue every week. 'Unfaithful' is the story airing on Bluegre Dramics now. Through Bluegre Dramics, Emerald Lordsfame is giving the society a common topic to gist about, talk about and laugh about after a hectic day, a more friendly society. Originally seen as an enthusiastic actor and writer, Emerald Lordsfame's writings now grip everyone to their seats.

In fact, the ongoing debate has not discouraged the enthusiasm of art critics and collectors alike who have reportedly been downloading and ordering copies of the novel since its release. And this book is launching in April 2019. The date is still withheld.

Diane's Fantasy provides a new perspective on the deep force behind romance, love and fantasy and brings the story to a shocking and unexpected conclusion.

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Untamed S4 ep09

WRITTEN BY

STEVEN JERAL HARRIS

EDITED BY

EMERALD LORDSFAME

S4 ep09

New Family

"So, do you have any other family members? Is there anyone else we should be aware of?” Kenya asked.

"My Uncle Frank."

"Oh, yes, your Uncle. And what about your father, is he still around?"

I freeze all of a sudden. My eyes fall onto my empty plate. I open my mouth to speak, yet the words take forever to come out.

"He left me when I was a baby, so, um...”

Somehow I can't continue.

A hush sweeps over the table.

"Well..." Kenya says in an uplifting way. "...we should all tell Iva a little about ourselves. If we want to survive we need to get along. Let’s start with me. I was born in Africa but raised in America. I’m the daughter of a teacher and a doctor. I’m a very spiritual person. The thing I love to do the most is simply enjoy life."

She looks to her right at Jessica.

"It’s your turn Raven," she notifies her.

Jessica places her fork down before speaking.

"Hey, I’m Jessica,” she says with a cheek full of food.

She’s definitely not good with table manners, but it complements her tomboyish approach.

“My real name is Raven." Jessica continues. "I like to play the drums and, um, I’m a big movie buff. But I’m mostly into action movies," she takes a pause to think, "um, I’m very easy to get along with."

Eric snickers next to her.

"Just don't make her mad," he says quietly out the side of his mouth.

"Why did you have to say that?" she looks at Eric with her face flipping almost instantly with rage.

"Say what?" he plays a fool, keeping a straight face.

"You know what you said," she counters.

"You two stop this nonsense." Kenya says with seriousness.

Kenya breaks to shake her head.

"I swear you two should've been named Cain and Abel."

"Who would be Cain?" Jessica asks Kenya.

"You would." Eric adds confidently.

"Why am I Cain? You’re the annoying one," Jessica fires angrily back at him.

"Because you are always flipping out on people, that’s why," Eric shoots back.

"Both of you are Cain!" Kenya shouts straightforwardly, breaks for a sigh, and continues.

"Next please," she says while soothing her forehead.

Maria and Jason are snickering uncontrollably.

Daniel just shakes his head and continues eating.

"Hey, I’m Eric. My real name is Aero. I love doing fun stuff, you know, like jumping out of planes. I’m a hardcore adrenaline junky."

“Don’t forget to mention starting trouble,” Kenya looks into his eyes fatally.

Eric looks away. She slowly shifts away from Eric and looks at Maria, who is giggling under her breath.

She eventually stops snickering and joins the conversation.

"I’m Maria. My real name is Athena and, um…" she ponders for a moment. "… I like shopping and doing cool stuff. That’s about it."

Kenya smiles and almost laughs. She nods to Jason and says…

"You’re next."

He straightens his posture and smirks.

"I’m Jason. My real name is Courage. And..." his thought lingers for a moment, "I love cars and baseball, you know, regular guy stuff. That’s pretty much it,” he says in his cool tone.

Soon everyone turns their attention to Daniel.

He looks around slowly at everyone and puffs out air.

"I’m Daniel. My real name is Mane. And I..." the words are stuck in his throat, but he gives up trying to force them out. "...I don't know."

He pauses for a lingering amount of time before sliding his chair back.

"Thanks for dinner," he says to Kenya and walks around the table, out of the dining area, and upstairs.

I hear a door shut close in the distance a moment later.

"Don't worry about that Iva," Kenya says. "my son can be odd sometimes. Just ignore him. He likes to be alone."

“A lot,” Maria adds. “He’s, um, a little weird.”

"All geniuses are," Kenya adds. "He’s very intelligent. He locks himself in his room for hours solving his puzzles. Ironic, isn't it? He can solve anything but himself," she shakes her head.

“You haven’t eaten all day. You’re not hungry at all?” Maria asks me, looking down at my empty plate.

“No, I just can’t stomach food right now.”

“If she is not hungry, just let her be.” Kenya tells Maria.

“Not even for peach cobbler?” Jessica asks me. “Shiva makes the best deserts.”

I smile modestly at the thought of a nice plate of warm peach cobbler.

“If you want some, it’ll be done in five minutes.”

Kenya informs me.

I let the idea linger for a second longer.

“Okay,” I give in.

Soon, Kenya is placing a small plate of peach cobbler in front of me. I grab the fork and look around at all of the eyes staring back at me, waiting. I lift the silver fork off the plate and adjust it between my fingers. You can hear a faint crunching as I sever through the crispy outer layer. I poke into the small portion with my fork and mix it into the syrupy peach sauce before putting it inside my mouth.

The perfect blend of butter, the sweetness of peach, and a hint of tart, drives my taste buds crazy. I smile at everyone as I swallow down.

“So, what do you think?” Kenya asks, grinning hard.

“This is…” I take a break to gather my thoughts, “…the best peach cobbler I’ve ever tasted.”

“Thank you. It’s always good to hear a compliment now and then,” Kenya says.

“I wish my mom could cook hers like this.” Eric says as he takes a bite of his.

“That’s because your mom’s taste more like wood.” Maria makes fun of Eric.

“I can’t argue about that one,” Eric agrees.

“Hell no, I’ll still choose wood any day over your mom’s food bro,” Jason adds.

Our chuckles grow into genuine laughter...

Soon everyone says their goodnights before breaking into our separate rooms. Jason winks at me and then says, ‘catch you later’, before going into his room.

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