Edmund Oduro
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My life has been rough. I lived in ghettos with a story to tell, a story to motivate you and inspire you. Join me in this journey. I post on Saturday evening, Tuesday evening and Thursday evening.
Stories (11)
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The Collector
I collect things that don't belong to me. Not valuable things—I'm not a thief in the traditional sense. I take objects most would consider worthless: a grocery list abandoned in a shopping cart, a child's mitten left on a park bench, a bookmark forgotten in a library book, a hairband from the gym locker room floor.
By Edmund Oduro9 months ago in Confessions
The Perfect Daughter
I've spent twenty-seven years being the daughter my mother wanted instead of the one she had. My real sister died before I was born—a golden child named Catherine who drowned at age seven. I arrived eleven months later, a replacement my mother never acknowledged as such.
By Edmund Oduro9 months ago in Confessions
The Silent Observer
In the dusty corner of a local coffee shop, I've watched life unfold for seven years. Not as a barista or regular customer, but as someone paid to observe. My job title is "market researcher," but I'm really a professional spy—documenting patterns, reporting conversations, tracking regulars. The coffee shop owner hired me to understand his customers better, but it evolved into something darker.
By Edmund Oduro9 months ago in Confessions
Whispers in White Noise
Audio forensics expert Tessa Reid made her reputation debunking "electronic voice phenomena" until the day she analyzed background noise from a ten-year-old murder scene and extracted a voice that shouldn't exist—the victim, speaking after time of death. When her findings are dismissed as technical glitches, Tessa launches her own investigation, discovering similar anomalies in five other unsolved homicides.
By Edmund Oduro9 months ago in Criminal
Cold Case Heat Map
When budget cuts threatened to shut down the cold case unit, analyst Sam Kovac created a controversial heat map—an algorithm tracking hundreds of unsolved cases against seemingly unrelated data points: weather patterns, economic indicators, and social media trends. The department mocked his methods until his map predicted the exact location where a forty-year-old victim's missing locket would be found.
By Edmund Oduro9 months ago in Criminal
The Palindrome Murders
Detective Rhea Mercer had seen hundreds of crime scenes in her fifteen years with Homicide, but never one where the killer arranged the victim's possessions in perfect symmetry—until three bodies appeared across the city in one week, each staged like macabre mirror images.
By Edmund Oduro9 months ago in Criminal
The Echo Garden
Mia Chen stood frozen at the edge of her middle school cafeteria, lunch tray clutched against her chest like armor, scanning for a single friendly face among the chaos. Six weeks after moving to this new town, she remained invisible—except when she wasn't, like yesterday when her halting class presentation had triggered snickers and today's trending hashtag: #MiaTheStatue.
By Edmund Oduro9 months ago in Motivation
The Sixty-Second Rule
The basketball bounced off the rim for the fourteenth consecutive time as Tyler Adams stood alone on the community court, sweat dripping despite the autumn chill. His phone buzzed with messages from friends heading to the movies, but he silenced it without looking. They wouldn't understand why a high school sophomore was spending Friday night shooting the same failed three-pointer over and over in the darkening evening.
By Edmund Oduro9 months ago in Motivation
The Invisible String
The text message glowed on Maya's screen at 2:17 AM: "I don't think I can do this anymore." Her heart plummeted as she recognized her best friend Zach's cry for help. Three hours and no response later, Maya stood outside his house in the pouring rain, refusing to leave until she saw his face.
By Edmund Oduro9 months ago in Motivation
The Day I Met the Homeless Billionaire
I was just trying to avoid detention. You know the drill: skipped a class, got caught texting during a boring lecture, and the teacher promised she'd write me up “one more time.” But that day, I didn’t feel like dealing with authority or excuses. I needed quiet, not punishment. So instead of heading back to school, I walked.
By Edmund Oduro9 months ago in Motivation
