Nwabisa Jita

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Dessert.” by Nwabisa Jita

The family was inside. If you watched from just outside their window, you could almost hear their conversation. The words weren’t of much importance though, because she sat there. Comfortable, eating her food with her family. Laughing. Laughing like she never had, not at that age anyway. Looking through the window she wondered. When her daughter looked at her, would she smile? Look at her adoptive parents and s...

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“A letter from the moon.” by Nwabisa Jita

Submitted to Contest #52

My darling Rene, That passion you were complaining that I lack. Well, here it is. I am writing you a letter. I can hear your shocked gasp in my head at this moment. Rather old school isn’t it? Yes, trust me as I put pen to paper the weirdness of this action is abundantly clear to me. That’s just what I would do for you – anything (in case I wasn’t clear). Sthandwa sam, mi amor, my love...

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“Big break.” by Nwabisa Jita

Submitted to Contest #38

“I love you… I love you. Oh my god.” She giggles. He smirks and takes her hand into his. “What took you so long?”I hit the spacebar on my screen pausing as I let out an excited shriek. I roll my eyes at myself. Its just a show, relax. I nod composing myself. I don’t know about you but I’ve been waiting all season for this moment. I let an excited giggle leave my lips as I hit the spacebar once again, fully composed this time.She playfully shoves him and they laugh. There is a pregnan...

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“You and me: Us” by Nwabisa Jita

Submitted to Contest #29

I met her only yesterday. Wait, that’s not true. I’ve known her my whole life, but yesterday. Yesterday was different. You see she’s been a common denominator in my life. Through the tears, hissy fits and honestly nobody knows my greatest hits like her. She doesn’t just know those parts of me, she is those parts of me, because in those memories and moments you see, she was there. Always carrying a smile to match my frown, a laugh to match my scowl even tears when I am overjoyed. To call her a rock is just wrong because she’s done more, be...

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