Peculiar Ibhawoh

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Erica's phone” by Peculiar Ibhawoh

“Listen to how it plays this song through my earphones”, Erica said, a slight glee in her tone. Her friend gasped as she placed the earphones in her ears, “oh, that’s so loud!” “I know right? And it blocks out every other sound” “Yeah!” “I love this phone” I love this phone. Those were words I didn’t forget for the next week, not that she made it easy to. Even on days when it didn’t look like I was doing enough, when I would wonder about all the millions of others who were better than me- she loved me. I knew her weight, her he...

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“The Longest Day Of The Year” by Peculiar Ibhawoh

Submitted to Contest #99

It was on the news that morning as she brushed her teeth in the bathroom. June 21st. The day of the summer solstice. She could hear the reporters on the tv chattering earnestly about the longest day of the year, the day when the sun decides to take the long route through the sky and reaches the highest point, somehow resulting in longer hours of daylight than usual. As she rinsed her toothbrush, she remembered her aunt, a woman who never got along with her mother even though they were sisters. Her aunt had led her out of their mother’s wom...

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“Why?” by Peculiar Ibhawoh

Submitted to Contest #99

Hues of red and gold flames danced across the sky, stretching far and wide to welcome the night. They were fresh colors, graffitied by whatever impeccable artist had created the sky to use as their canvass. It resembled the shade of orange in the tangerines I had just before my morning class- so bold and radiant, announcing the end of the day. The sunset was beautiful and i watched it everyday. “What is the most important question in the world?”, he asked, pulling me out of my thoughts. From the corner of my eye, I glanced at him. His ...

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“As Dark As Cinder” by Peculiar Ibhawoh

Submitted to Contest #94

“Okay, Ella. It’s your turn”, Anastasia said, “you can’t pick truth because Drizella and I already did” It had been the same pattern for hours- two truths and one dare. Unsurprisingly, the dare always fell on me and the particles of flour in my hair were evidence of the last one. “Truth or dare, Ella?”, Drizella asked, a sly smile on her face. “Dare”, I answered. “Okay, I dare you to walk across the ledge on the roof. If you make it to the other house, we’ll let you pick truth next time. Anna can pick dare” “But I don't want to pic...

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