short stories
You’d have to see it in order to believe how genuinely unordinary my Monday morning was. My mother, Mrs. Wogu, was supposed to meet me this afternoon for an early birthday brunch.…
Where is your safe place? The sound of birds chirping loudly above the enclosed hideout startled and roused me from sleep. I stared around, squinting to accustom my eyes to the dark.…
Jesus! Jesus! This cannot be happening to me right now, Bisi muttered to herself in fright. Her hands were shaking uncontrollably, and her feet could no longer carry her. As she reached…
E1: Scarred E1 – Scarred Scarred But Not Barred The injuries we sustain on our bodies have made us prone to what is known as SCARS, yet the scars that are left…
The lights came on when all five girls were sitting on the living room floor playing cards. They were all in their underwear and some were fresh from the bath so they…