short stories
Rena raised the six appendages beside her head and stared intently at the object on the table-like slab. The flower quivered but did not lift. “Rena! Concentrate!” her mother called from across…
Sam The fridge door closed with a bang, narrowly missing my pinkie finger. I looked and saw my father standing there staring at me without remorse. Anger and the stench of old…
There’s a kind of nostalgia that isn’t about a particular event but about a particular time in life. Everyday, when I look at you my daughter, I am hit with a huge…
Isabel hated the smell of hospitals, the last time she had been in a hospital was five years ago when she had her little girl. This hospital, however, was homier than others.…
The angry rush of water down the old roof reflected Amina’s own dark mood. Shaking her head, she bemoaned the erratic weather of Benin City, where God has seen fit to give…
The room was dark. Man and insect moved stealthily, each unaware that the other was privy to their presence. The cockroach flitted around the pots of food, lifted itself up by its…
Dear Diary, I am in love with life. I think there is a melody in the swish of the wind and the thump of our feet against the floor. I think the…
I stare at the young man over the counter and he stares back at me. He is a good looking young man with dark smoky eyes and soft looking black beard. His…
This tale is not for people who want to read stories just the way they happened. The gradual projection of events and not the scattered remembrance of events that is normal for…
As the iron gates opened, Sheila saw the first ray of sun she hadn’t seen in the last 10 years. Asides the routine work and games they were entitled to, which required…