Phoebe Nortey

“Beyond the bottle; A queen's journey” by Phoebe Nortey

As the liquor burns its way down my throat. I wince. But I continue chugging it down anyway. "Ohemaa!!!"  My mother's sharp voice carries through the wind till it gets to my hideout. I wipe my lips quickly. Popping a mint into my mouth as i straighten up. She won't even notice that my steps are a bit sluggish as i make my way to her. she's too harried trying to manage her little liquor shop and her tiny eatery while her husband burns all her money on odious betting schemes.  "Ma, i'm coming!!" I will help her throughout the night a...

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“An abundance of Soot” by Phoebe Nortey

I was meant to be cleaning out the stables but as usual I was slacking off , watching Maxwell Romain and his wizened mother practicing what they had been practicing everyday for the past year. The old hag said something in sharp tones and even if the wind hadn't carried her voice all the way to where I was standing , I would still know what she said. "Tell me what you know." The man, Maxwell, tall, with his chest out and his hand on the family sword , recited like a dummy whatever he had been fed. They were sending him to the slaughter. They...

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“Mr No Face” by Phoebe Nortey

(Contains mentions of bullying, death and disability)If she knew it was going to be this cold she would have picked up a jacket before getting here. She fidgeted from one foot to the other. Then she shoved her right hand into her mouth and started biting her nails. She was paying for her rash decision now. She shivered as goosebumps appeared on her arms.45 minutes later and she realized that maybe yes, she had actually been stood up. She ground her teeth in frustration as tears sprung to her eyes.She should have known they were playing a pra...

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“The last dance” by Phoebe Nortey

I yawned and then sneaked a glance at my parents as the prince of whichever country bowed low before them. I wasn’t paying attention, sue me. These galas were not my scene.The ballroom was crowded.And I dreaded what was going to come next.“The princess will now have her dance with the princes and delegates “The first gentleman stepped forward as I descended the throne, tall with raven hair and breathtaking eyes.In a flash his hand was around my waist and oh gosh I wanted to cringe so bad.After what seemed like an eternity of his theatrics an...

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“James Swatt” by Phoebe Nortey

Submitted to Contest #104

Dear diary, One thing about me. I like my peace. Don’t rock my boat, don’t disturb me more than is necessary. Just don’t. Shy and withdrawn but with a sassy tongue and a hyperactive imagination, I still drew people to myself by some form of miracle. Yes I had friends. They saw my awkwardness to be cuteness and I had no point in letting them know the difference. Then drama club happened. Yes, Drama club. One would think someone like me would shy away from something as interactive, as loud as drama club. But it’s all in the name. Nobo...

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“Future Mrs. ” by Phoebe Nortey

Submitted to Contest #93

Before I introduce myself you must understand that I am a person that does not fit well in labelled boxes. I am neither pretty nor ugly. I do not seek attention, but I do not mind being the center of it either. Depending on how much ice cream I have had, I could either be very friendly and bubbly or very quiet and reserved. The list is endless, and to say I confuse my friends with the dichotomy of my personality is an understatement. Yet one thing I am unwavering on is my unbelief of anything not fully entrenched in the physical. Thus it s...

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“Marietta’s pages ” by Phoebe Nortey

Submitted to Contest #91

Marietta’s pages. 4 days to my 20th birthday I woke up at 6:30 today because my pillow felt uncomfortable, didn’t go back to sleep again. Lay on my bed staring at the ceiling for 15 minutes. Grandma had Alzheimer’s and I didn’t tell my sister. Didn’t have breakfast today. Wore a black shirt and blue jeans , made sure I had all that I had packed all I needed to go for my one hour daily walk. I hated leaving something behind, it disturbed me in ways I couldn’t explain . Watered the plants, locked all the doors then checked again and again ...

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“Wednesday Blues ” by Phoebe Nortey

Submitted to Contest #84

“Yesterday I had Tuna , so it must have been Monday. That makes today Tuesday”. Rowan nodded as she whispered softly to herself. She paused, cocked her head. Was it really Tuesday? She shrugged. It didn’t make much difference whatever day it was. She pretty much did the same thing every single day. Read novels, try to write, watch television and rinse and repeat for ever and ever since that announcement was made one year ago. Lockdown. She thought she’d have fun, that it’d be relaxing. She couldn’t have been more wrong. Her life had becom...

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“Melody’s Crush” by Phoebe Nortey

Submitted to Contest #81

She smiled as she sneaked a look at him again. As far as crushes went, he was her longest. She just didn’t know what it was about him. Was it just his clear brown eyes or his nice smile? Was it his intelligence, athleticism or over all sensitivity. Melody had never actually spoken to him before, oh no. These were the things she had seen from afar. She was miserably pining after him even though her friends had encouraged her to try something. Talk to him. Throw a mug at him. Anything. She didn’t. Not after the mortifying incident that...

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“Truly alone? ” by Phoebe Nortey

Submitted to Contest #79

Maya huffed as she glanced upwards, squinting at the intense sunshine. It was near unbearable. The heat causing her clothes to stick to her back uncomfortably and her curls to become slick with sweat. Disgusting. She didn’t even realize you could sweat in your hair. The sun seemed to sap at her energy with every step she took but she trudged on. She shrugged, there was nothing she could do about it anyway. It was a Thursday afternoon and she was done with school, some of her friends had decided to go straight to the mall afterwards b...

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