Chinemerem Ike-Okonkwo

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

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7 Stories

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“The Eagle's Nest” by Chinemerem Ike-Okonkwo

Submitted to Contest #51

Barney was on the other side of the brook relishing the breeze and the quiet solitude. It was a fragile, duck-egg blue colour, like the subtle sweep of a painter’s brush. Twigs twirled on its murmuring surface, little messengers from the mountain trees where they had come from. The brook flowed over the pebbled riverbed. It sounded like the airy, velvety whirl of a starling flock. He had come in through the new pass with Tuff and she had wandered away, as usual. This time however, she didn't return soon. He wasn...

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“Losing and Living” by Chinemerem Ike-Okonkwo

Submitted to Contest #49

"You're not listening, are you?" She asked with a knowing smile on her face. I immediately caught myself and said, "I'm sorry, just a bit distracted." "What were you thinking about?" She asked gazing into my eyes as if she could actually see something. "Nothing important," I said wondering what exactly I was thinking of. "You were saying..." "I was saying that I was just tired of sitting at home and doing nothing so I decided to enroll for this class. I mean, I could have taken programming lessons or learnt tailoring or something else but I...

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“On Towards Repentance” by Chinemerem Ike-Okonkwo

Submitted to Contest #47

You knew something was wrong, you just didn't know what. Your mom had called you for counseling a number of times and you said nothing a number of times. The lockdown was starting to wear you out. You wished school would begin but as soon as that thought came, you forbade it. You hadn't opened your books since the lockdown began except to tear a piece of paper for the grocery list. School was reality to you. There was no way you'd be this useless in school. What with the editorial team and fellowship and courses to cover and meetings to atte...

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“The Writer's Circle” by Chinemerem Ike-Okonkwo

Submitted to Contest #46

"Why exactly do we keep doing this?" the only lady on skirt asked looking around to see if she had backup.  "Because it's what writers do," Mari said, "we ought to help each other out here." "Let's get down to business then," the owner of the house said and whispering audibly to Mari said, "I think we have a newcomer today, so I guess we'll start with introductions, right? " "Sure." She said smiling at me. As the house owner was about to begin, the doorbell rang and she excused herself.  A fat lady with the tiniest eyes I had ever ...

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“Happy Independence” by Chinemerem Ike-Okonkwo

Submitted to Contest #46

"Congratulations to you, Serena!" She said to herself, gulping down a glass of wine. Her first book was finally out in print after many years. She had lost a lot in those years. First was her dog, Beattle, who died from food poisoning. Two years later in a car accident, she lost the love of her life, Sid. Her son, Ravi followed soon after surgery. He was suffering from leukemia. Back home in India, her mother died from a stroke. Her father had died when she was younger. Her feeling of depression was reaching it's climax with nothing to keep ...

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“Tomorrow's Future” by Chinemerem Ike-Okonkwo

Submitted to Contest #45

"Mommy, when is daddy coming back?" the little boy asked. Nolana sighed and said nothing. She had a lot on her mind and washing the dishes didn't help her think at all. Her little boy had been asking for his dad and she was angry at him for bringing him to mind.  She wiped her brow with her already sweaty elbows and without turning said, "Everest, that's the seventh time you've asked me that question." "But the game has already started and daddy said we would watch the game together." Exasperated she turned and said, "Well, people don't...

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“Goodbyes are no fun” by Chinemerem Ike-Okonkwo

Submitted to Contest #44

"So, this is finally happening," I said wistfully, plunking down on the bed, "home sweet home is expecting me."Heaving dramatically, Giovanni started, "No more you sitting behind me in class, boring holes at the back of my head with your eyes.""What the...""Or me sitting in front looking at you from my glasses or my phone screen." He continued."Who stares at the back of your head in class? Get over yourself Gio.""I have evidence you know.""Of course you do. Get out.""I'm in my house.""I mean out of my head." "Oh, now you admit I'm in yo...

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Author bio

I'm a Nigerian student who loves writing and editing. I write short stories and essays. I'm the Editor-in-chief of my Departmental Magazine and a member of the Press in school.