Serwaa Dankyi

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Untold Stories” by Serwaa Dankyi

Submitted to Contest #97

Untold Stories What I had been longing for was finally here. I was to work with Jason on my class project. It meant I was going to be spending a lot of time with him. I couldn’t contain my excitement. Jason was my crush, and try hard as I might, I was never able to bring myself to have a casual conversation with him. I always hid anytime I saw him coming at a distance. But today, Providence had brought us together. I sat waiting for him in the empty classroom where we had agreed to meet up and ...

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“THAT DAY” by Serwaa Dankyi

Submitted to Contest #95

THAT DAY Immediately I got home, I rushed upstairs, shut my room, and began to play very loud and depressing music. That was my routine every day after school, and my parents didn’t bother to come and ask me to turn down the music. Could they dare, especially when they knew that they were the cause? Tears streamed down my eyes as I could hear the screams of my mother as she begged for her life. My dad was at it again. He had come home very angry because of his inability to get a job and had dec...

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“Someone Like Me” by Serwaa Dankyi

Submitted to Contest #91

SOMEONE LIKE ME It was the girls' night she had been looking forward to. She wasn't really a fun of the chit-chat and gossip about boys and make-up but today, there was something in it for her. She kept tossing different dresses onto her bed. Like most girls, she had tons of lovely clothes but couldn't find the perfect one when she needed to. Finally, she settled on the pink spaghetti strap high-low top and jeans her best friend, Ann had gotten for her on her birthday. By the time she put on make-up and fitted her legs into ...

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“The Final Goodbye” by Serwaa Dankyi

Submitted to Contest #86

The Final Goodbye " Rosie darling", her mum called out happily. "Rosie", "Rosie", but there was still no response. Daisy, a single mother rushed upstairs to find her only daughter. She knocked on the door of Rose's room anxiously, hoping to hear the sweet hoarse voice of her Rose but to no avail. Then, she barged into the room. The cool morning breeze from the opened window increased her anxiety. Where could her daughter have run off to on a cold, Wednesday morning. At that point, she needed no prophet to tell her that...

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