young adult stories
Diana sat in the middle row, right in the centre of the pew. Squashed in-between Simon’s cousin Tega – who he only saw once every couple of years – and his obese…
Newly unemployed, heartbroken and borderline broke, Desiree decides to forget her troubles at a wedding weekend in Ibadan. Her ex’s wedding! What could possibly go wrong?
She nodded her head, Dupe looked around feeling uneasy when noticed they were not completely alone on the bridge. Across the road from them was a young man who seemed to be lurking. She could have sworn he wasn’t there a second ago or maybe she missed him. He looked up catching her staring so she quickly looked away. She looked at her companions deep in a discussion about where in Obalende they were most likely to find a mechanic and pretended to listen. Her eyes wandered across the bridge again, this time she noticed a friend had joined the strange man. She also noticed for the first time how rough they looked, in ripped jeans shorts and colourful t-shirts that hadn’t seen a wash in a long time. She looked away again worried she would get caught staring again. This time it didn’t take her long to look back and to her surprise there were three more men there now. She realized why she felt so unsettled by them, though they seemed to be in conversation with each other, she had a distinct premonition that her and small crew were the topic.
“I am tired of your father,” Annie’s mother’s voice sounded stern on the phone, similar to the way she sounded when she would scold her as a little kid. “I am tired…
Everyone in the little community knew Efosa. He was as sturdy as a tiger clinging to its prey, as relentless as a vulture hovering over fresh meat, and he alone had the…
A good story begins with people walking towards something. In starting a story with motion, the writer shows he/she hopes the story will also walk smoothly to its end. This story begins…
“Why did you say you were brought here again?! Answer me before I use the back of my gun to make you talk. Abi you dey craze?!” She watched the saliva travel…
“…Holy Holy Holy…” Justin Bieber’s holistic voice cooed into my left and right ears, making my eyes close in a sort of reverence towards his masterpiece of a song. How someone I…
Though the inhabitants are distinguishable by the names they call themselves, South side people, West side people. It is really just a small town separated by a flowing river cutting through the…
The blinding lights matched the fast-paced tempo of my thumping heart. It wasn’t the first or hundredth time, but I still could never imagine myself getting used to the overwhelming buzz of…