Weekly short story prompt from The Ink Well

We all looked forward to traveling to our hometown for the Christmas holiday; it was the talk of the season. Everyone had their plans and could not stop talking about them. Some had other relatives they

Image by meta ai I hate when chairs, mostly plastics chairs. I hate it when they make that squeak, squeak sound. I hate standing for too long. Chairs serve an amazing purpose. Personally i believe when

Hello everyone your welcome to my blog today. In a typical African home their are a lot of artifacts that our parents have stored up in our houses, and till date we cherish them alot . For some of us we

Greetings! Growing up, I have always thought of setting up my room with fine furnitures, but as I was growing up, things were not so easy for me and instead of buying furnitures to beautify my room, I

I can still remember how unreal it felt, adrenaline was still rushing through my entire system, sweat beating down on my face...

Some chairs are just for sitting. But this particular chair in my sister's house became my photography studio. Last year, my birthday wasn't going the way I had imagined. My birthday is every 7th of February,

There was a time in our house when chairs disappeared one after the other like they had signed an agreement to retire early, one got weak and cracked, another lost one leg, another somehow became everybody's

I have heard great rumours from the elders of old that if one is after the chair, he or she must be ready to leave his life for it. I have also heard from my colleagues that if I was really after the chair,

When Engels, my third son, was 20 years old, he began working at the VENETUR Hotel—formerly known as the Cumanagoto Hotel—located on San Luis Avenue, with a beautiful view of the sea, vast and crystal-clear,

Sometimes I feel like realisation only comes the morning after we must have made a terrible mistake; it waits until we have both feet inside and deep into the mess, and then we realise how we should have