Promise Onu
Bio
am a student also a song writer
Stories (8/0)
THE PEPPERMINT ANGEL
Helena lifted the angel to her cheek and felt the heavy varnish stick to her skin. She closed her eyes, picturing the peppermint-green figure, a crude angel shape with black stripes that reminded her of a sad humbug. But it brought back memories of the night, that night.
By Promise Onu4 months ago in Humans
ABOVE THE VOLCANO
Alma stared out at an alien landscape, knobs of black volcanic rock formed into bizarre shapes and covered with moss. Somehow, in places even grass. She heard the roaring engine of her transport in the distance and breathed a sigh of relief, soon spotting the Land Rover driving along the narrow coastal road towards her.
By Promise Onu4 months ago in Earth
A GIRL LIKE ALICE
With any luck it would blow over. I wouldn’t miss her, though. In fact, now I thought about it, I could quite happily live without Alice wandering around the empty, echoing corridors of Thurkett Grange, dressed in nothing more than a long-sleeved shirt – pale green stripes on white – with her small, hard breasts showing through the material like two cherry tarts. As often as not she’d be humming tunelessly, frowning, pacing up and down, sometimes muttering to herself. And as for ‘Steve’!
By Promise Onu4 months ago in Fiction
A FLYING VISIT
My story starts one sunny day in August. I’d spent the morning setting up bookcases, then bringing in box after heavy box of old books from an outbuilding, with the intention of getting them into some kind of order. They belonged to my uncle Josiah who had died at an unexpectedly early age after being pushed onto the live rail of a tube train at Holland Park station by a ‘random madman,’ described as a ‘fakir lookalike,’ yet to be apprehended.
By Promise Onu4 months ago in Humans
Scene in the tent
The tent flap opens, and Trevor comes in. Everyone’s here now. Everyone, that is, except Alan the group leader. He’ll be sorting out logistics with the mule team. Eating with them too. I give Trevor a bright smile from beneath my red baseball cap, holding out my plastic plate to Muhammed as he serves from a huge bowl of lamb and vegetable stew. A stack of some kind of flatbread lies on a large tin platter on the grass. Because of dysentery I caught in India, and that’s haunted me for years, I won’t use the metal plates they give us. I have my own utensils which I’ll wash in bottled water. The trek utensils will be washed in the nearest stream.
By Promise Onu4 months ago in Humans
COMPLETELY UNEXPECTED
It was incredible and completely unexpected. The sensation as our fingers touched was electric, my heart skipped a beat and I momentarily forgot to breathe. Her fingers intertwined with mine and she twitched her lips in that funny way she used to, before kissing me tenderly. I gazed into her dark round eyes and knew it was love – deep, sacred love.
By Promise Onu4 months ago in Humans
A TRIANGULAR ACROSS THE SKY
Martha Longthorn sat at the reception desk of the Beconsby Chronicle. She opened a desk drawer and took out a black crystal. She lifted her skirt and held the crystal between her legs. Outside, a few passersby went past on their anonymous business. Then she noticed a man on the opposite side of the street, looking across at the Chronicle office. He wore a beanie hat and a long dark-green jacket. A carrier bag dangled from one hand, whilst the other clasped a walking stick. He started to cross the road towards her. She hurriedly replaced the crystal in the drawer.
By Promise Onu4 months ago in Earth
