Young Adult Stories

The Sad Story of Efosa

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…

Another Sassy Girl: The Saga

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…

Gambling: My Addiction

“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…

my fangirl story

My Fangirl Story

“…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…

Young Adult stories, Free short stories, Swimming, Parental pressure, Child Prodigy, Relationships, Bad Parenting,

In My Shoes

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…

7 Reading Habits of First Class Students

Do you have plans of reaching the highest height attainable in your academic pursuits? Are you a goal getter that absolutely refuses to be average? Have you dreamed of graduating from your…

Dear Diary

“Hello” “Hello,” I spoke into the speaker for the umpteenth time. “Are you still there?” There was a loud pause on the other end of the receiver, followed by uneven breathing, like…

University Experience In Nigeria: A Nigerian Student’s Perspective

“This is my class, Sir,” I told the lecturer, he was blocking the door with his body and I needed to get in. I repeated myself and he looked at me with…

How 2020 Has Been For Me

I looked around to catch any of my siblings snooping around. It wouldn’t be the first, second, or zillionth time they would be trying to gain access to my diary. I had…

Dr. Jay

They called it an Introductory class and yet, I still couldn’t get a thing. When I walked into this class today, I was exhausted. It was my second week of school and…