Short Story
Echoes of eternity
In the quiet town of Everest, nestled between rolling hills and ancient forests, there existed a phenomenon known as "Echoes of Eternity". Every year, on the eve of the winter solstice, whispers of forgotten times and distant memories permeated the air.
By Jessica Gordon 3 years ago in Fiction
Life in Agbaje Hostel, University of Ibadan: A Tale of Friendship and Challenges
I stayed in Agbaje Hostel, University of Ibadan while I was a student. The rooms on each floor were built in a way that they were opposite each other in a long row and two wings to represent a column on each floor. They had eight rooms. The long row was demarcated into two to have distinct wings, and they all had their kitchens. Our hostel was built in a large fenced compound, and when I got admission and was allocated to the hostel, I thought it was a sort of an estate. Whenever I walked out from my hostel, through the inner gate that had my hostel and one other, a round and short woman would yell, "Hey, fine girl, come and buy earpiece. I get an original one."
By Emmanuel Ojenike3 years ago in Fiction
Never Forgive Never Forget
My shirt stuck to my body and my jeans felt noticeably heavier than they did earlier that day. The rain was coming down hard, pelting my face and forcing me to squint. The sound of the high tide roared as the waves crashed into the cliff. The bright flash of lightning followed by the loud boom of thunder jolted me from my petrified state.
By Andy ortega3 years ago in Fiction
The Obsidian Shadows
In a realm veiled in perpetual darkness, where the air was thick with a sense of foreboding, and shadows danced with an eerie life of their own, existed a mysterious and desolate land. This dark realm, known as Umbra, was home to creatures that lurked in the obsidian depths, unseen by the eyes of mortals.
By Mason Darnielle3 years ago in Fiction
Poor Houdini
Cold girls, like Eddy's mother, live by a lake and are reminded of things like chemical plant fires, mists in the playground, and his brother's fractured collarbone. As Eddy's brother eats, Eddy's mother grins and carries on with her fruit cup. While Eddy observes the water at the lake change from slate to black, the chilly females ruminate on past experiences and rhymes.
By Bishnu Kumar 3 years ago in Fiction
