Anastasia Ifinedo

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2019

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“The Quarrel” by Anastasia Ifinedo

When we got home, the first thing he did was slam the door. Although the sound jarred my nerves, I had to appear unfazed. After all, I wasn't at fault here. "You should be thankful I'm educated, Daniel." He crossed the living room, ducking into the kitchen. If my husband thought he could ignore me and the events of tonight, he had another thing...

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“When The Sun Swells” by Anastasia Ifinedo

In 2008, scientists predicted the earth had a few billion years before the sun swelled and swallowed it. Not to worry, they said, humanity would be gone by then. But Harry hardly cared about the solar system. After all, of what use was such information to a blind beggar on the street? In 2016, the sun grew hotter and bigger. While this was noted in the daily newspaper, no one seemed to talk about...

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“Fate and Fortune” by Anastasia Ifinedo

I dreamt of this: you walking down the aisle, flower in hand, radiant smile. But that's what it was, just a dream. Who would've thought we'd beat the statistic. Our story began the summer our mums met. I was eight, you were nine, and Cupid was only a name. We hid behind our mothers' skirts as they bonded on the bus, and I pretended you weren't watching me with those obsidian eyes. It was when my mother sa...

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“Not Friends” by Anastasia Ifinedo

The minute the text appears, your skin heats like a bucket of hot water was dumped on it.  "Just say it," a scolding voice echoes in your head. "This is your chance. Don't waste it."  You stare at the text, blood rushing to your ears, hands shaking like a scarecrow's in a storm. How can you say it? Rachel doesn't take rejection well. She might just slit her wrists if you tell her the bitte...

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“On the Run” by Anastasia Ifinedo

My life was pathetic. Under the cover of a cloudless night, I'd dashed into the woods. The rain hid my scent and covered my tracks. Still, I knew I wasn't safe; it was only a matter of time until the police caught me. Maybe, I'd kill them too. The dogs were barking, eager to sniff me out. I could hear their owners ordering one another. Find her, a man said. You're only making this worse for yourself, darling, another soothed. Lies....

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“A Night Out ” by Anastasia Ifinedo

“Where?”   Abigail’s caramel fingers hovered above the screen. Undecided, she looked at her addresser. The man had a snaggle-tooth.    “Eh?”   “No de look me like fish. Where you de go, madam?”   The lady in question sighed, shoving her phone in her back pocket. “Sorry, sir,” she entered the bus. “Anywhere.” Anywhere that’s not there.   “Oya, ge...

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“A Means to Company” by Anastasia Ifinedo

“Uncle, can you turn on the TV?”Uncle Jerome's eyes crinkled. “Why, my boy, of course,” he said, before picking the black remote that hitherto lay on an equally black couch. The TV came to life in his living room, and through my window(it was more like a rectangular space in a wall of concrete), I watched the latest update on Covid-19.Before the lockdown, or should I say quarantine, (I don’t know if it’s either or both, but it’s definitely not neither thanks to C-19), visiting Uncle Jerome every Thursda...

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“A Letter to Hannah” by Anastasia Ifinedo

Sar Hannah, Today’s entry immortalizes you. I’m 99% sure these words wouldn’t see the light of your day, but I apologize if the name “Hannah” offends you. I want to address you like you aren’t some figment of my imagination, hence, my naming you. Needless to write, after a mental debate between Sarah and Hannah, names I happen to have chosen on a whim, I decided to go with Hannah. My hands are eerily still as I write todae this. Okay, maybe thinking abo...

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Author bio

Anastasia is a girl drowning in the waters of poetry, gobbling up the salt of short stories. Pray her cells don't swell!