Thursday, 25 April 2019

Untamed S4 ep10 Season Finale



S4 ep10 Season Finale
The Accident.

My insomnia still haunts me. All I can think about is my mother. Im 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. Its an unfamiliar voice, a mans 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 dont need to say a word. I already know your answer," she says.
Theres 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, Im 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 Ive been to a game before. Its 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 dont want to be free. Maybe they like being ignorant,” I reply.
“Thats 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. " are you feeling? Better I hope."
"I feel okay."
"Thats 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? Thats 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 dont mind me asking, where is their father?" I ask, realizing I shouldnt when I see her face flatten.
She places down her cup of tea and looks at it.
"Um, their father died, years ago."
"Im so sorry."
"No its fine, dont 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. Thats when he became obsessed at solving things," her eyes start to glisten a little. “A doctor one day told me hed noticed such behaviour before. He says its because some people, when something terrible happens to them and they dont 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 dont 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 its because Mane thinks he shouldve 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. Thats 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. Its a very rare occurrence. But believe me Iva, its 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 cant imagine going through that.” The thought alone saddens me.
“When my son returned home, it was like staring at a brick wall. He didnt 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 thats 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, Im 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.”
“Whats 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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Friday, 19 April 2019

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,, and

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,,,

An appetizer of Diane's Fantasy is on

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.

If you would like to obtain a copy of Dianes Fantasy, please visit -

Thursday, 18 April 2019

Untamed S4 ep09



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. Lets start with me. I was born in Africa but raised in America. Im the daughter of a teacher and a doctor. Im a very spiritual person. The thing I love to do the most is simply enjoy life."
She looks to her right at Jessica.
"Its your turn Raven," she notifies her.
Jessica places her fork down before speaking.
"Hey, Im Jessica,” she says with a cheek full of food.
Shes 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, Im a big movie buff. But Im mostly into action movies," she takes a pause to think, "um, Im 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? Youre the annoying one," Jessica fires angrily back at him.
"Because you are always flipping out on people, thats 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, Im Eric. My real name is Aero. I love doing fun stuff, you know, like jumping out of planes. Im a hardcore adrenaline junky."
“Dont 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.
"Im Maria. My real name is Athena and, um…" she ponders for a moment. "… I like shopping and doing cool stuff. Thats about it."
Kenya smiles and almost laughs. She nods to Jason and says…
"Youre next."
He straightens his posture and smirks.
"Im Jason. My real name is Courage. And..." his thought lingers for a moment, "I love cars and baseball, you know, regular guy stuff. Thats 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.
"Im 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. “Hes, um, a little weird.”
"All geniuses are," Kenya adds. "Hes 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 havent eaten all day. Youre not hungry at all?” Maria asks me, looking down at my empty plate.
“No, I just cant 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, itll 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 Ive ever tasted.”
“Thank you. Its 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.
“Thats because your moms taste more like wood.” Maria makes fun of Eric.
“I cant argue about that one,” Eric agrees.
“Hell no, Ill still choose wood any day over your moms 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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Thursday, 11 April 2019

Untamed S4 ep08



S4 ep08
Worry me

I remove the hoarse from my throat.
“Come in.”
The door swings open. I see light pouring in from the hallway and a clutter of silhouettes. I strain my eyes as the light in the bedroom turns on. The five of them walks into my room and close the door.
“Hey,” Maria says to me in a calm voice.
“Hey,” I respond half-heartedly.
A silence sweeps throughout the room for a moment. Jason clears his airways before speaking…
“I just want you to know that were here for you.”
“We all are. Theres no need to be afraid,” Eric adds.
“Its not me I care about. Im afraid for my mother.”
Eric and Jason eye one another. An odd silence shrouds us again but only momentarily.
“You dont have to worry about her. Shell be fine,” Jason assures me.
“Okay,” I reply mildly.
“Is there anything we can do for you?” Maria asks.
The question lingers in my head for a moment.
“I just want to be by myself, for a while.”
“Alright, call us if you need anything,” Maria concludes.
“I will, thanks,” I respond lifelessly.
Suddenly the room becomes dark again. They all exit the room with the door shutting behind them.
Way pass midnight, I finally go to sleep, only to wake up an hour later. For obvious reasons I cant get a good nights rest whatsoever. The tension I felt since my encounter with Hellhound never went away.
Its morning now. Someone knocking at the door disturbs me from my sleep. I sit up in bed and massage my eyes.
“You can come in,” I say in a weak voice.
The door swings open and Kenya walks in smiling at me.
“Hello dear, how did you sleep?”
“I slept okay,” I reply modestly.
“I just wanted to check up on you,” she tells me.
“What time is it?” I ask.
“Its a little pass noon. You must be hungry.”
“No, Im fine actually.”
She breaks momentarily.
“I know youre having a hard time understanding things. Were having a hard time recovering too, from recent events,” her sad eyes fall down onto the carpet for a moment and then back at me.
I know she was referring to Professor Grant.
"Im preparing a nice dinner for us later. You are welcomed to join us if you want to..." she bows her head slightly, " Queen."
After inviting me to dinner, she leaves and shuts the door behind herself.
I spend hours staring up at the ceiling and sleeping in small increments. Before long, night comes over the house once again. As I stare up at the white ceiling, I catch a scent of food. Im too sick to my stomach to eat anything. Still, itll be rude not to go down.
I somehow gather enough motivation to leave my new room. I walk down the hallway with the perfect blend of food and seasonings at my nose. One shy foot after another, I make my way down the steps. I see all of them at a long table, getting the eating utensils prepped.
Suddenly, they stop what theyre doing to gape at me.
"You finally decide to join us," Kenya says with a welcoming smile, "make yourself at home, come on."
I walk over to the table covered with plates and pots of food.
Jason walks over to me and grabs my hand.
"Sit next to me," he says in his normal smooth way.
He does a great job making me smile, even in the worst of times. He pulls a chair back for me and I sink into the cushion.
"Are you hungry?" Kenya asks.
"No not really. I just want to sit, if you dont mind."
"I completely understand," she replies.
"But thank you anyway," I add.
"You dont have to thank me."
Everyone finds a seat and begin to pass around the food. I remain awkwardly stiff with a clean plate in front of me. Soon, I begin to hear the scrapping of folks and chewing. I look around at everyone who is eating and looking back at me.
"So, Iva, can you tell us a little about yourself?"
Kenya asks, breaking the awkward silence.
"What is there to tell?”
She shrugs her shoulders.
"Tell us about your life. Anything you wish to share with us."
"Well, I, um..." I look around the table at everyones eyes, "...I was sick my whole life.” Im starting to feel extremely awkward again, “and, um..."
I take a slight break to think. "...thats about it. That was my life until recently."
"Okay," Kenya says in a low voice.
I can see her eyes regretting asking me that question.
"So, um, I guess Im going spend a lot of time over here, right?" I ask her.
"Yes, its for your own good."
"What about school?" I ask.
Suddenly I hear an eating utensil clatter against a plate.
"School…?" Daniel asks sternly, well, more sternly. "Trust me the last thing you should be worrying about is school."
"Mane…" Kenya looks left into his eyes with a serious stare.
"Noale sacrificed his life for her and she only cares about school."
"Stop it. Shes been through a traumatic experience. Can you not see she's having a hard time?"
Her serious gaze becomes fierce, even Daniel has no choice but to turn away.
"Sorry about my son Iva. I raised him better."
"I didn't mean it like that..." I try to explain.
"Don't apologize, it’s fine," she interrupts.
"So, I guess that Noale was Professor Grant."
"Yes. Before they killed him he called Mane and told him about you, then the connection was cut off." I can hear the grief in her voice.

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