Weekly short story prompt from The Ink Well

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Image generated with Leonardo.ai Welcome to the Hive Creatives Magazine! What's it all about? The Ink Well curators are branching out! For years we have been curating the fiction and creative nonfiction

The rain beat hard against the glass of the small bakery. Inside, the air smelled like flower and burnt sugar. helen stood behind the counter, counting the money in the register for the second time. Sixty-two

It's so baa baa bad!

Marcus had spent most of his life getting what other people only dreamed about. His house was enormous. His cars were the kind people stopped to admire. If he wanted to travel, he travelled. If he wanted

The truck was the first problem... Ngozi had told her husband Emeka three things when Emeka had said he wanted to start a business, Ngozi had said, "get an accountant, do not borrow from family and

Sometimes employers are looking for employees that will work with them for a very long time and not leave their side for any reason, as that helps keep their business moving. One thing that helps companies

The envelope sat on the small wooden dining table like a ticking bomb. It was brown, thick, and had the official stamp of the city hospital written on the front. John did not need to open it to know what

Thump, thumpa, thump...

source Although it has the sign of a zebra crossing, I remember that this is the mainland road where, if a zebra doesn't take care, it will be run over by a car for meat. I added a few steps to hasten

"Bisola! Bisola!" She won't answer until I call her for the third time. Mama Bisola said. "Bisola!!!!" I screamed again and again. "Maaaaa!" Bisola shouted as if she was awakened

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,

It was exactly 5:40 in the morning when Emeka heard the truck horn outside his window.... fìrst One long sound.. Then two short ones. He knew that sound. It was Mr. Monday... Nobody knew why people called

It was the year 2005, and Keffi was full of the constant sound and movement of students returning to school at the beginning of the school year. Because the JSS 1 hostels had not been completed earlier,

Image created in Artguru I graduated from high school fifteen years ago, and I haven’t spoken the name of the person who was once my friend in ten years: I stopped feeling guilty a long time ago, so Freddy

The old truck arrived just before sunset.. It moved slowly through the dusty road, coughing smoke into the evening air, while children ran behind it shouting and laughing... Everyone in Umuahia knew the

On that Tuesday morning which had already started being a strange day for her, because nothing had ever happened to her on any Tuesday in her life, but that day she found a letter. She was just walking

‎That night felt incredibly long—so unlike the nights back in his hometown. Heavy rain began to fall after weeks of dry weather, instantly washing away the fine dust that had previously coated the grass,

The truck came on the fifteenth of every month, like a clock you could hear instead of see. Nobody in Umuoji needed a calendar if their ears worked. Long before it turned the last corner by Mama Nkechi's