#creativenonfiction

Weekly short story prompt from The Ink Well

“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

Greetings! Ade was a very good man and the very youth pastor in our church. I would have loved to mention the name of the church, but because of the sensitivity of the matter I would like to share here,

Image generated with Ai Are you sure we are actually leaving? I looked at Mfon and laughed while listening to her “You have asked me this question since morning.” I replied “I know,” she said, looking

The Invisible Line: When "Normal" Becomes a Luxury Every lifetime is quietly divided into two eras: the vast, comfortable "before" and the sharp, unpredictable "after." For

None of us knew we were watching my father live out his last ordinary week. It looked too much like every other week to raise any alarm. My father was an electrician. Not the kind with a big shop or a

At 11:47 p.m. on a Tuesday night, Tsado, one of the country's most popular comedians, sat on the edge of his bed and opened his phone, as he had done so many times in the past. He had spent the afternoon

My elder sister used to be my worst enemy. Growing up we were more than just enemies; she was a cat and I a rat. We don't go in a sane way at all. We are never in agreement, and we argue about the smallest