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Weekly short story prompt from The Ink Well

Mar and I know what really happened up on that ridge.

La media perdida El alboroto comenzó a las seis de la mañana y me desperté de un sobresalto al oír el ruido de botellas rompiéndose y piedras golpeando las paredes. Salté de la cama y vi que papá ya estaba

Good day everyone and welcome to another unic prompt of the week: A tough job but someone has to do it. These captures well in the story I'm about to share. Leo has a little sister, she is a talkative

Last week Baba Ijeoma was outside sweeping gutter water off his frontage like his life depended on it, It had rained hard the night before, and the whole street was muddy and a mess, His neighbor greeted

‎After finishing university, John was posted to a different state for his NYSC. He was assigned to Destiny International Secondary School. Linda was going through some pain until John came into her life.

The first explosion came just after midnight. I remember the exact moment because I was standing beside Dr. Emmanuel N'Dala, waiting for him to finish preparing for the next operation. One second, everything

“Friend, it's called self-control, and that is the fruit of the Spirit of God in my life. Because, see, years ago I would not have tried to suppress the feeling that you need to die ..."

Their were some roads in Nigeria that people preferred not to travel at night. The road through the northern states was one of them. During the day, it was busy with buses and trailers moving between towns.

The first rule of undercover journalism is simple, never assume that the person sitting across from you knows who you really are. For Malik, that rule became the difference between getting a story and

Everyone on Eleme Street had Baba Fyneface's number saved under one name SNAKE. Not Fyneface, not Mr. Ihenacho, not even Baba, just SNAKE, in capital letters, because when the day came and on Eleme Street,

It was nearly midnight. Jhon had gone to bed after a quick dinner, a sandwich he’d thrown together with utter indifference, just to avoid sleeping on an empty stomach. He had been under the covers for

The Case of the Stardusted Flour

“That's the thing about living large and in charge; you still gotta stop before you put a knife into a power outlet.”

By the time the people in the neighborhood could say "Jack," this man was already leaving. And nobody could really pinpoint why; no one was really close enough to him to even ask. He just got

Piotr worried for her. He worried that her health would fail like it did two years ago. He worried that another accident would befall her. He worried that a wild animal would choose her to satisfy its

In the dark desert night, a sleek black scorpion named Shadow lurked under a rock. His pincers glowed faintly under the moonlight. Suddenly, a hungry lizard approached. Shadow struck with lightning speed,

Pixabay When Ink Flows Unlikely Sraf put on his hiking boots again as if he were going to go far away. He quickened his pace to escape the torment of his family: Kilia, his wife, and Romu, his three-year-old

English The nest “You have to decide whether to get out of there, or you’ll lose me. I can’t keep being in a long-distance relationship with you that’s going nowhere.” Jess sounded a little annoyed. “Honey,

His compass fell into the river and was swallowed by a carp. "Oh dear Lord, I am lost,” Emin despaired. He looked at the dense forest. With luck he could retrace his steps and return to the village.