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Weekly short story prompt from The Ink Well

There are somethings that we take as fairly tales until they eventually happen to us. “Joseph, if a soldier catches you with those camouflage pants you’ll be in trouble!” I got these warnings from at least

"Do you know why that house is always empty and no one ever wants to move into the house and live in it for long like the rest of us have been living in our houses for months and even years?"

She lives with her parents in the city of Puerto Cabello, Rosario has been very outgoing since childhood; she attended elementary and middle school with many neighbors from her community, but her best

My elder sister Juliet was fun at telling scary stories. According to her, she had encountered several scary beings at night. And because of this, we accorded so much respect to her. From time to time,

I had too much to drink and knew all I needed was a good sleep. As I went to bed the next thing I saw was a shadow moving. Immediately my mind knew it was the drinks speaking so I decided to just go with

English Many years ago, when my family lived in the countryside, my grandfather used to make handcrafted ornaments for my grandmother with his own hands because he loved making her happy. When they moved

I was up at 11am due to the late night reading. Today was the D-day. I have been preparing for my AEC exams for over two months now, and the day had finally come. I rushed to the bathroom to take my bath.

When they talk about insecurity in my country, many people take it for granted, and I used to be one of them. When people talk about their experiences with insecurity, I don't take it seriously, probably

Weekly short story prompt from The Ink Well

“Hope you remember everything I asked you to buy?” “Yes, ma,” I replied as I walked out of the living room. I arrived at the market and went to the shop I usually buy food stuffs from. I was able to get

Pixabay. Edit with Canva The rain beat against the workshop windows as if trying to force its way inside. Surrounded by the scent of oil and aged wood, Arthur was adjusting the final screw on a mantel

The death of my dad has left a scar too deep to heal. It is like a vacuum that can never be filled. I was lugubrious when he went to the great beyond. My dad had several wives because he was wealthy. He

Src Peter was a hardworking boy who always helped his mother sell food at their local restaurant. One fateful evening, Peter was helping his mother wash the dishes after a bumper sale. Lifting his head,

English Jenny had trouble falling asleep that night; the day had been exhausting. There was no sound that could disturb her rest, except for the grinding of her teeth due to the aches she felt in her body,

Greetings! All my life, I have never worked with a boss like Mrs. Ajao who would always want to exercise her power and authority over her subject. Before she was transferred to our school, we were told

A market is not meant to be a source of excessive extortion. Let me begin with a bit of history. Epe is a town located in Lagos, Nigeria. It is said to have been founded by a hunter named Uraka, who came

Some jobs are not really what they seem to be and you only get to realize this when you see yourself doing them. I remember when I took a bartender job at the year 2021. My perspective of the job was based

In my introduction post, I mentioned briefly strong rulers in different parts of Africa. So for my first blog, I would like to tell the story of a ruler. Not a man, though. A female ruler. Some of us must

Weekly short story prompt from The Ink Well