Nneka Anieze
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Hello there,
My name is Nneka, a mom of one living in Windsor, Ontario. I invite you to explore the many short stories and poems that contain little pieces of my soul. I hope you enjoy my writing as much as I enjoy creating it.
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The Day of Destiny
Umbra’s POV: The Day of Destiny I remember the exact moment it all changed, the day I knew I was destined for something far greater—and far darker—than I ever imagined. The lab was quiet, too quiet, as if the universe itself was holding its breath. My hands trembled as I initiated the final sequence. They called me mad, obsessed, but I knew they were wrong. This experiment would make me a god among men.
By Nneka Aniezeabout a year ago in Fiction
The start of the story of the killer: Mother Yoishi
Origin Story of the serial killer called, "Mother Yoishi" Yoishi’s life had always been steeped in wealth and privilege, but beneath the surface, his world was poisoned by deceit and betrayal. His mother was a coke addict, more in love with her next high than her own children. His sister, barely older than him, was a constant source of shame, getting pregnant twice before she even turned 18.
By Nneka Aniezeabout a year ago in Chapters
AI, TO BE OR TO BE. AI-Generated.
It took me a while to stop assuming the abbreviation AI was talking artificial insemination but when thinking about it further, there is still a lot of insemination going on around the discuss of AI. The opinion held in this post is not novel but the last sentence might tickle your fancy. It is my one favourite sentence in the whole write up. Anyway, this ends my part. lets dive into the discourse. The Discourse of AI: Can We Really Tell the Difference?
By Nneka Anieze2 years ago in Confessions
Ayame in the Middle: Tiktok Recent Love Triangle Drama
Hey bestie! Grab your popcorn because the latest TikTok drama is hotter than a jalapeño dipped in sriracha! We're talking about the wild love triangle between Yuval, Ayamé, and Oliver. It's so intense that it might just make your head spin like you’re on a rollercoaster!
By Nneka Anieze2 years ago in FYI
MAN V BEAR: A STRANDED WOMAN'S CHOICE
Bear vs. Man: A Stranded Woman's Choice In recent times, a provocative question has swept across TikTok: if stranded in the woods, should a woman choose to be with a bear or a man? This question has sparked heated debates and revealed much about societal perceptions of safety, trust, and human nature. Though the question seems whimsical at first, it touches on deeper issues concerning the nature of male predatory behavior, the risks of sexual assault, and the stark realities women face. Surprisingly or not, the argument for choosing the bear over the man in such a dire scenario appears compelling for many women.
By Nneka Anieze2 years ago in Critique
A Literary Blast From the Past: Animal Farm Review/Reflection
Introduction: A University Encounter with Orwell I was first introduced to George Orwell's "Animal Farm" during my second year of university, an experience that would indelibly shape my literary tastes and deepen my love for writing and poetry. As a literature student, my syllabus was packed with canonical texts, but "Animal Farm" stood out, not merely for its narrative prowess but for the profound thematic resonances that echoed long after I turned the final page. The novel, with its deceptively simple prose and rich allegorical depth, was among the pivotal works that ignited my passion for literature and the nuanced craft of storytelling.
By Nneka Anieze2 years ago in Fiction
The Solstice Wedding
"The Solstice Wedding" On the longest day of the year, the town of Ravenswood revived an ancient solstice ritual, a tradition steeped in mystery and magic. The summer solstice was a time of transition, celebration, and natural beauty, but this year, it would be marred by an unexplained phenomenon.
By Nneka Anieze2 years ago in Fiction
Neche and the Dragon Queen
Neche and the Dragon Queen Chapter One An Abandoned Toddler in the Forest "I really don’t want to do this," Nima muttered under her warm breath. She couldn't understand why her mother insisted she be the one to go collect the offering from the Lake of Sacrifice. It wasn't her fault her brother decided to fight a troll, knowing full well what a little spite from a troll could do to a dragon.
By Nneka Anieze2 years ago in Fiction
Back to Vocal
Hello there, Nice to meet you. My name is Nneka, a mom of one living in Windsor, Ontario. Growing up in a rural village in the east of Nigeria, my childhood was steeped in the rich tradition of storytelling. Unlike many kids who heard tales of Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, and Cinderella, I was immersed in the captivating narratives passed down through generations by my mother and grandparents. These stories were filled with social justice, a sprinkle of magic, and always a song with a chorus that invited everyone to join in. Sitting around a fire, swatting away mosquitoes, and listening intently to the wisdom embedded in these tales are some of my most cherished memories.
By Nneka Anieze2 years ago in BookClub
THE WAILING MAMMY-WATER PRINCESS
The Wailing Mammy Water Princess In the heart of Africa, nestled between rolling hills and lush forests, lay the village of Ngara. Life in Ngara was simple, bound by traditions that had stood the test of time. Yet, a shadow had fallen over the village. On the longest day of the year, the villagers of Ngara prepared to revive an ancient solstice ritual, one buried in the sands of time. This year, however, the revival carried a darker purpose.
By Nneka Anieze2 years ago in Fiction
WHO DRANK THE WINE IN THE BARN?
An average kid heard stories of the princesses, like Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, and Cinderella before the age of five, but growing up in a rural village in the east of Nigeria, I did not hear stories of those trios until I was twelve years old and in secondary school. That didn’t mean I and my five siblings did not hear bedtime stories. We did, a lot, from my mother and my grandparents, but ours were stories that had been passed down from generation to generation. They usually involved social justice, a little bit of magic, and always a song with a chorus so that everyone could participate. At the end of the story, each child got a chance to share the moral lessons she or he learned from the story. It was a tradition that usually took place outside, with everyone sitting on the ground or the stones around a fire, while actively swatting away mosquitoes and paying rapt attention to the story.
By Nneka Anieze2 years ago in Motivation
