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Weekly short story prompt from The Ink Well

Joe started off as a high school prodigy, always standing out in everything. Entering into college, he carried the same aura he had in high school. People started flunking around him, wanting to mingle

source The rain in the village of Oru did not just fall, it conquered. It turned the red earth into a thick, swallowing mud that made every step a battle. For twelve year old Chidi, however, the rain was

Last week Baba Ijeoma was outside sweeping gutter water off his frontage like his life depended on it, It had rained hard the night before, and the whole street was muddy and a mess, His neighbor greeted

The first time I had washed a dead body I was 19 years old, holding one hand over my nose. My name is Ada, and in my family I am the one who washes the dead. It has not been a title anyone aspires to.

‎After finishing university, John was posted to a different state for his NYSC. He was assigned to Destiny International Secondary School. Linda was going through some pain until John came into her life.

The first rule of undercover journalism is simple, never assume that the person sitting across from you knows who you really are. For Malik, that rule became the difference between getting a story and

Everyone on Eleme Street had Baba Fyneface's number saved under one name SNAKE. Not Fyneface, not Mr. Ihenacho, not even Baba, just SNAKE, in capital letters, because when the day came and on Eleme Street,

“A rolling stone gathers no moss” is one phrase I have heard quite a lot of times growing up, but I never really read meaning into it until things started playing out in my life, going from one stage to

By the time the people in the neighborhood could say "Jack," this man was already leaving. And nobody could really pinpoint why; no one was really close enough to him to even ask. He just got

Greetings! Dele being my best friend and confidential friend has been good to me as I used to visit him whenever I have my plans to be executed, what I used to do is to go to him and seek his opinion on

Hello Here, One luxury I know that gets too much Credit is Fancy Restaurants, those kinds where you book a Table in Avance for, and then you dress up big like you have a very important place to be at,

Pixabay When Ink Flows Unlikely Sraf put on his hiking boots again as if he were going to go far away. He quickened his pace to escape the torment of his family: Kilia, his wife, and Romu, his three-year-old

English The nest “You have to decide whether to get out of there, or you’ll lose me. I can’t keep being in a long-distance relationship with you that’s going nowhere.” Jess sounded a little annoyed. “Honey,

source “ A rolling stone gathers no moss,” as the saying goes, but a stone cannot roll on its own unless an external force or pressure is exerted on it. Ndimadi Nnamdi was born in a rural area of Badagry.

His compass fell into the river and was swallowed by a carp. "Oh dear Lord, I am lost,” Emin despaired. He looked at the dense forest. With luck he could retrace his steps and return to the village.

created by metaai The kitchen was always the loudest part of the house, but today the silence inside it felt heavy. David stood by the old gas stove, staring down at a large silver pot. The water inside

‎Mark was a young man who was from a wealthy family. His family was incredibly wealthy. But in all of his riches, Mark has one problem. He didn't find a woman he could truly trust. ‎ ‎One day, Mark tried

Image created in Artguru A rumor is circulating around the world that is considered a myth: the urban legend of a supposed man with the superpower to teleport anywhere on the globe. Those who have seen

There was this guy in our area called Tobi, and if there was one thing everybody knew about him, it was that he never stayed anywhere for long.... One week he would want to become a photographer, the next