Emmanuella Ameevor

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Honour ” by Emmanuella Ameevor

Submitted to Contest #105

Javan had made his decision. "You are coming with us." He said. "Are you out of your mind?" Kara asked immediately. A look into his brother's eyes told Javan he stood alone. Nicholas folded his arms. "What do you mean by that brother?" Nicholas asked Javan. "Stay with the Queen." Javan instructed Miriam, ignoring his brother's question. He made a signal to Kara and ...

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“Unrelated” by Emmanuella Ameevor

Submitted to Contest #103

He always kept his head down. Maybe as a result of instinct, possibly habit. Myers couldn't differentiate between the two sometimes. If they noticed, he almost never looked a person in the eye. That day formed a great part of the 'almost. The eyes he couldn't avoid had bags under them. Kinda like his. Unlike his, the pair had wrinkles, the effect of old age. Myers' s bags were caused by a lack of quality sleep par...

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“The Abandoned Angel” by Emmanuella Ameevor

Submitted to Contest #103

Crystal had a habit of flipping to the middle page of any book she held instinctively. Anyone who knew her knew this. When she saw the picture in her notebook the culprits were very prominent. 5:30 pm. TThe message was scrawled boldly with a pink glitter pen behind the picture she held. The picture held the still life of a cafe not too far away. She had to admit it was a pretty good shot. N...

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“Plate of Cookies” by Emmanuella Ameevor

Submitted to Contest #97

I wonder how I must have looked to my unseen eye. Thinking back, if anyone was watching, they would have found it extremely odd to see a skinny brown skinned boy with a pair of binoculars peering out of the window so late in the night. They might say I was spying on the Andrews' girl, Tracy, across the street. I wonder why people of today think that way. It's strange. Anyways, I wasn't spying on the girl across t...

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“After The Party Ends” by Emmanuella Ameevor

Submitted to Contest #93

I closed the door gently. Vanessa picked up a shirt. On her way up, she caught me rolling my eyes.. She laughed for some reason. "It's not funny." I said. "Tell that to your face." I forced on a smile. How she found a drunken proposal funny was beyond me. I put my hand on my hips as I took in the extent of the damage. It didn't look too bad. I licked my lips. On a second thought, it does. We'l...

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