#creativenonfiction

Weekly short story prompt from The Ink Well

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