Young Adult
In the Eyes of the Beholder
Every day, I walked through the bustle of my city's streets-a sea of invisible people streaming around me. I alone saw and heard the world, as it was. Sounds of conversation, rustling of footsteps, hum of life-it was all there, yet no one could see me, and I nothing of them. It was like living in a ghost town peopled by invisible spectres.
By The Story Writer2 years ago in Fiction
The Gang's Demand
It was a sweltering afternoon in the small town of Orhuwhorun, Delta State. The air hung thick and heavy, the sun beating down mercilessly on the dusty streets. Inside the crowded halls of Orhuwhorun Secondary School, the students were hunched over their desks, scribbling away in silence as their history teacher, Mr. Akpovwovwo, paced up and down the rows.
By Emmanuel Ojenike2 years ago in Fiction
Miranda
Miranda stretched her shoulders, aching more than usual after a long day in the orchard. The evening meal with her parents and brother and all her tíos and tías, usually a boisterous affair, had been tense and subdued. It felt like the time she had crouched in hiding from a cloud of wasps.
By Sonia Heidi Unruh2 years ago in Fiction
Fate's Gentle Touch
The bustling city streets were alive with the constant hum of traffic and the chatter of passersby, but Ogheneovie hardly noticed. Her gaze was fixed straight ahead, her eyes downcast as she navigated the crowded sidewalk, lost in her own thoughts.
By Emmanuel Ojenike2 years ago in Fiction
Red Widow. Content Warning.
Red Widow used to be just a regular woman. She had hopes and dreams that involved her husband with a house and a white picket fence. They would have a family together. But then, her dreams were shattered the day there was a gas leak on their block.
By Adora Hooper2 years ago in Fiction
The Day I Became the One. Runner-up in Epic Beginnings Challenge.
The day I became a superhero came on a hot August morning when I thought my life was about to begin. When I thought I could feel endless possibilities in the way the sun shone warm on my skin.
By The Invisible Writer2 years ago in Fiction






