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Weekly short story prompt from The Ink Well

Welcome to the next in an ongoing series of writing prompts in the Worldbuilding community ! I'm aiming to post one of these each Sunday. They aren't a replacement for the excellent daily prompts from

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

Greetings Readers! I remembered to post this week! Yay! I hope you all enjoy this! Silens looked up, exhaustion shining on her face, which was quickly replaced with a look of annoyance. “Daughter, what

‎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 explosion came just after midnight. I remember the exact moment because I was standing beside Dr. Emmanuel N'Dala, waiting for him to finish preparing for the next operation. One second, everything

Their were some roads in Nigeria that people preferred not to travel at night. The road through the northern states was one of them. During the day, it was busy with buses and trailers moving between towns.

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,

I have been staring at this image....... It is just a paper cup...? The kind we throw away after drinking water. But someone decided to draw an eye on it. Not just any eye, a very detailed, tired, beautiful

The small church choir in Nkpor had not sung in three weeks. Their choirmaster, Sister Joy, traveled to Lagos and left them with one instruction - "keep rehearsing". But without her, nobody came

“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

Tonight I did something very rare. Nothing. I have been at home in Onitsha since morning. No school stress, no hostel noise, just home. My mum and siblings were in the parlor but I locked myself small

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,

Today's prompt is suppress the feeling. Musa has loved Laila since they were in secondary school. Everybody in Unguwar Rimi knew it. Laila knew it too, but she pretended not to know. Musa was waiting for

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

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.

George is a newcomer. He's very intelligent, but he disguises himself as the dumbest kid in his class. His classmates mock him and stuff like that. ‎ ‎But I myself didn't actually know why he is doing

I think the best solution is to avoid it. Avoid what? ‎ ‎Imagine you walking to a group of people and for some reasons before you came, one of them said to the others. Here she comes, be careful with these

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