#creativenonfiction

Weekly short story prompt from The Ink Well

My colleague and I are currently doing our teaching practice, and today was the day his supervisor came to observe and assess his teaching. ‎ ‎Unfortunately, my colleague had barely taken any classes since

Nadie sabe lo de los tomates Nadie sabe que recogí unos tomates de la polvorienta calle mientras caminaba, descansando al sol. Veo ese tomate un poco aplastado y pienso: ¿para qué quiero recoger eso? Ya

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,

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,

“Take it. You are old enough to stop knocking.” Those were the words that came out of my mother's mouth while I was standing beside the kitchen door, while I was also using left hanyto hold a copper bunch

Growing up in the northern part of my country, where the harmattan breeze from the Sahara Desert is experienced more and more harshly, we were made to believe that it is one of the leading causes of fire