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Weekly short story prompt from The Ink Well

Chidera had packed and unpacked that same box three times in one week. Her mama saw her that Saturday morning, sitting on the floor of her room in Surulere, folding one blouse for the fourth time like

image created by metaai The kitchen clock ticked loudly in the silence of the apartment. Clara sat at the small table, staring at a plate of cold eggs. Across from her was an empty chair. For two years,

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,

For 28 years, Ada was a rolling stone. That is what her mother used to call her. "Ada, you are a rolling stone. You gather no moss." She liked it. It made her sound free. And she was free. She

image made from metaai Sarah stood by the window, twisting her wedding ring around her finger. Outside, the rain was pouring down, blurring the streetlights into dim yellow spots. On the kitchen table

English Armero Frank was a friendly man and one of Armero's wealthiest residents. He walked along the cobblestone streets, always dressed in a shirt, pants, and a white hat; he had a well-groomed mustache

Hello Here, One luxury I know that gets too much Credit is Fancy Restaurants, those kinds where you book a Table in Avance for, and then you dress up big like you have a very important place to be at,

I didn't know it was the last normal day.... Like... how would I? Tuesday. So hot. Onitsha was Onitshaing. You know how it is? Horns that never stop, bikes weaving like they have 9 lives, people shouting

Canva IA I woke up this morning with the sun’s rays streaming through my window. It was still cold, though, so I curled up under the sheets. I didn’t want to get up, even though my phone’s alarm had already

‎Jack grew up in a poor neighbourhood with his mother. His father had died when he was very young, so his mother was the only family he had. Life was difficult, but Jack was smart and hardworking. He often

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

source “Wake up, sleeping head,” I heard from Dreamland, like a sound coming from the gong. I grinned as I shook my head and hissed, looking at the person who woke me up from this beautiful sleep. “ It

The first time I met Uncle Femi, he came as a savior. Even though I didn't want to accept his kind gesture at first, and that is due to how insecure the country is. One needs to be very, very careful.

‎Laila—that is what the villagers called her. Her full name was Laila Jamilah, though she was more familiarly known simply as Laila. She possessed a stunningly beautiful face; her cheeks held a natural

The last normal day began with rain. It was the kind of quiet morning nobody remembers until years later, when every ordinary detail suddenly becomes important. Amaka made breakfast for her husband, Daniel,

Source(pexels) We were in the classroom chatting and laughing as always when there was no class. But the atmosphere suddenly got tense when Mr. Adewale walked into the classroom. Mr. Adewale is our literature

Image created in Artguru The words flowed like water from a hose sometimes, but most of the time there were no words at all, leaving the document page blank for hours. Writer’s block was like an illness

Amanda was a really bright child. She was loved by everyone and as much as She wanted, it was given to her. The fact that she was the only child of her parents and was termed the miracle child because