#creative-writing

Fatima packed her small sackbag and left on a Tuesday when the rice was green and the mud still smelled of rain. My heart was heavy as she stood at the edge of our compound with her sackbag, her chin lifted

Tobi had promised his girlfriend, Chioma, a “chill” Halloween night which meant a bowl of popcorn and a horror movie he'd picked to set the spooky mood. “It's meant to be a very scary movie,” he announced,

The store door groaned open and Officer Gina’s flashlight caught the white streak of hair before anything else. “Freeze!” she shouted. Damien “Skunk” didn't freeze. He spun from the shelves containing

Monsters are not real, Allen. They are figments of our imagination. It was on this belief that Allen MacLean built his life, becoming a costume maker whose business thrived especially during Halloween.

On Monday evening, the second floor of Meridian Capital building was empty except for the hum of servers and air-conditioners, and the glow from Helen Croft's computer screen. Dandy Pratts came back for

Whenever you try to express what you truly feel the wall between you and others grows higher And within there are symbols no one can decipher questions born without answers and answers that cannot find

Dr. Mitch Wren, fifty-three and unmarried, was devoted to books more than to anything or anyone else. As chief librarian, he spent most of his days at the Bond Street Library, a place that felt more like

Concurso Observa Piensa Escribe: Una imagen, una historia, mil formas de interpretación… // Observe, Think, Write Contest: One image, one story, a thousand ways to interpret it…

When Kayla's aunt told her she would be staying with another aunt she'd never met for a few weeks, she knew her ‘weirdness’ had become too much for Aunt Audrey to bear. It was always the same: a new home,

I woke up that morning with a feeling that my life was about to take a turn. Whether for better or worse, I didn't know but I kept my fingers crossed as I met my good friend Aria who volunteered every

Laura drove way below speed limit on a Sunday morning alone, coffee in hand, her eyes scanning the quiet road as she steered the car to her father's house. Her phone buzzed in her bag for the fourth time

Concurso Observa Piensa Escribe: Una imagen, una historia, mil formas de interpretación… // Observe, Think, Write Contest: One image, one story, a thousand ways to interpret it…

The night our mother died, her bracelet watch was gone from her wrist. It was a thin gold band with a cracked clasp that she fixed with a bent paperclip. She engraved on the back the date we arrived Lagos

When Thun had texted him his house address months ago, Cronus had saved it without thinking even though his strange classmate had said he didn't entertain visitors. Cronus had smirked at that. What teenage

At Merryridge High School, Hannah's three friends lived different lives from hers. She dropped her bag in the locker, and armed with her paper bag lunch, she walked into the lunch hall and witnessed an

Concurso Observa Piensa Escribe: Una imagen, una historia, mil formas de interpretación… // Observe, Think, Write Contest: One image, one story, a thousand ways to interpret it…

Welma looked forward to driving home from work with Laura every Tuesday and Thursday. Those were the days Laura closed at 6 p.m., same time as her. It took twenty-two minutes if the bridge was clear and

Just one tiny click and then a black screen reflected Harry's horrified face. His laptop died at 2:13 on a Thursday afternoon forty-seven minutes before a deadline that was supposed to cover his rent.

Concurso Observa Piensa Escribe: Una imagen, una historia, mil formas de interpretación… // Observe, Think, Write Contest: One image, one story, a thousand ways to interpret it…

Sipping my hot herbal tea, I squinted at my phone screen. My dating bio said “single but not available” and I nodded in satisfaction. I wrote it at 11 p.m. on a Sunday which is the only hour I had ever