#creativenonfiction

Weekly short story prompt from The Ink Well

I had too much to drink and knew all I needed was a good sleep. As I went to bed the next thing I saw was a shadow moving. Immediately my mind knew it was the drinks speaking so I decided to just go with

English Many years ago, when my family lived in the countryside, my grandfather used to make handcrafted ornaments for my grandmother with his own hands because he loved making her happy. When they moved

I was up at 11am due to the late night reading. Today was the D-day. I have been preparing for my AEC exams for over two months now, and the day had finally come. I rushed to the bathroom to take my bath.

When they talk about insecurity in my country, many people take it for granted, and I used to be one of them. When people talk about their experiences with insecurity, I don't take it seriously, probably

“Hope you remember everything I asked you to buy?” “Yes, ma,” I replied as I walked out of the living room. I arrived at the market and went to the shop I usually buy food stuffs from. I was able to get

Pixabay. Edit with Canva The rain beat against the workshop windows as if trying to force its way inside. Surrounded by the scent of oil and aged wood, Arthur was adjusting the final screw on a mantel

The death of my dad has left a scar too deep to heal. It is like a vacuum that can never be filled. I was lugubrious when he went to the great beyond. My dad had several wives because he was wealthy. He

Src Peter was a hardworking boy who always helped his mother sell food at their local restaurant. One fateful evening, Peter was helping his mother wash the dishes after a bumper sale. Lifting his head,