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Submitted to Contest #78
“You should be more concerned,” Rebecca Kuti began with a loud yell. Her husband who was only a few metres from her looked up at her strangely, wondering if she was talking about the hero who died in the movie playing on TV but they weren’t watching. They had far more important issues to deal with and the one thing, which topped the list, was the unusual pounding sound coming from their daughter’s workspace. “About what?” he asked through clenched teeth, trying to control his anger. “The noise!” “It’s probably just Sophie...
"Is this how I die? Like seriously, is this how I end my life at such a young age?" Ira cries. There's no tears falling but her eyes look like they are holding back a fountain of them. "This is all your fault, Reggie. You got us into this mess." A voice accuses. Reggie, the second one on the rope clench her teeth tightly, holding back her frustration. "I never forced anyone to come. You were the ones who chose to come with. Stop accusing me!" "Seriously, girls, is this how we are all going to die in our prime...y...
Submitted to Contest #67
When there is no body, there is no crime. Mr Fred Asemota usually close from the old milling factory where he spent most of his day milling, at eight in the night. He was a milliner and a very good one at that. However, most people don't know what the word means except for the fact that for thirty years, he had always made and sold hats for only women. The factory was his life and he loved her, just as he loved making the hats. Mr Fred was an old man, sixty-nine and still clocking, though he could have passed off as a man ...
Quietness filled the air as they stared at each other like two opponents having a showdown which, might give room to tranquility for once. They had being neighbors for three years, though not the good types. For two real life characters who practically live almost together, she lived in the top room while he lived in the one below, the two tenants could hardly have been more different, one so boisterous and expressive, the other so taciturn and calm. He was the latter. Always avoiding her like a plague. “So, you’re ...
Submitted to Contest #64
Dear Miriam, I got your letter. I don't know when you will ever get to read this, but by the time you get it, I will be miles from here. I took your advice and gave Wesley College a trial. I guess I made such an impression on them during the interview, they offered me a full scholarship. Hurray! Right? (Total sarcasm). My parents seem to think it's a good thing too. They were happy when I agreed to go for the interview; I think Mom even rolled on the ground a couple of times while praising God. Typical Mom. Anyways,...
Submitted to Contest #63
Seline Campbell stood in front of the gate of the orchard and waited for someone. Like always, she was late. Not that it would change anything, but she had sent her a text, hours before she left the mansion hoping she would make it earlier this time. However, she was still late as always.She took a glimpse of her expensive wristwatch and frowned. It was past mid-day and they were running late.“Oh Seline, I am so sorry! I had to pick up a few things." A female voice with a British accent apologised as the owner appeared from a distance.S...
For as long as Sheila could remember, there has always been just a coffee shop in her little town. It was lone, isolated like it was in a world of its own. Other shops had developed over the years, most had modern interiors, decorations and Wi-Fi but the only thing that ever changed at the shop from her memory was when Mrs Huffleberry changed the windows after some boys broke it by accident. Mrs Huffleberry owned the shop. She once told Sheila it was an heirloom passed down in the Huffleberry generations. As small as it was in the middl...
Submitted to Contest #62
You've probably heard of the circle of African gods, right? No. Well, a week ago I would have said the same. I would have sworn to the heavens that I knew nothing but contrary to what we think, several gods exists and call it myth or fiction...it's left to you.Like you, I didn't believe in witches, monsters, angels and other mystic beings either...I knew one prophecy though. The same one burnt into my soul. Mom said the high priestess of the Malicar clan in Egypt read her fortune while she was pregnant with me and told her these words.On a d...
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