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Weekly short story prompt from The Ink Well

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

Mrs. Rita had worked in six different schools in eight years. She has never stayed in one school for too long. At first, people thought she was looking for a better job, but they later found out that,

Kane came to a stop, seeing a glimpse of the small village far ahead he could not help but wonder, it had been so long since he had a place to rest. He had walked miles, seen shelters, and even escaped

Greetings! Kola, the handsome boy, was the choice of every lady in our class back in our days in secondary school. Whenever Kola showed up from afar, everyone would gist and discuss him and his handsomeness,

Chidera had packed and unpacked that same box three times in one week. Her mama saw her that Saturday morning, sitting on the floor of her room in Surulere, folding one blouse for the fourth time like

image created by metaai The kitchen clock ticked loudly in the silence of the apartment. Clara sat at the small table, staring at a plate of cold eggs. Across from her was an empty chair. For two years,

At sunrise, when the fog still covered the mountains of Japan, a young samurai named Renji stood outside a small dojo with a wooden sword tied to his waist. He had travelled for three days to get there,

For 28 years, Ada was a rolling stone. That is what her mother used to call her. "Ada, you are a rolling stone. You gather no moss." She liked it. It made her sound free. And she was free. She

Weekly short story prompt from The Ink Well