Oluseyi Sogaolu
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In the Shadows
The rain was relentless, pounding against the windows of the small apartment in downtown Detroit. Thick, dark clouds hovered low, casting shadows over the city streets, where the streetlights flickered uncertainly, struggling to cut through the gloom. Inside the dimly lit apartment, a young woman sat alone by the window, watching droplets trace chaotic paths down the glass. Her name was Maya Williams, and the world she knew had been crumbling for a long time.
By Oluseyi Sogaoluabout a year ago in Motivation
The Secret Life of Objects
It was a quiet day in the bustling city of Brighton, where technology had taken over almost every aspect of daily life. People moved through their routines like clockwork, unaware of the secret lives unfolding in the shadows. But in one corner of the city, hidden from prying eyes, existed a small, unassuming antique shop called Finnegan’s Curiosities, known only to a few discerning collectors and the occasional wanderer who stumbled across it.
By Oluseyi Sogaoluabout a year ago in Horror
The Ghost of Our Past
In the small, sleepy town of Everwood, where the echoes of bygone days lingered like whispers in the wind, there existed a mansion so grand and mysterious it was the subject of many whispered stories. The Thornwood Estate, with its ivy-clad walls and turreted spires, had been empty for decades, a relic of a bygone era, until one fateful autumn, when it was finally opened again, not by a curious buyer but by the ghost of its past.
By Oluseyi Sogaoluabout a year ago in Fiction
Bank Refused Black Man To Enter and He Then Bought The Bank And Became Their Boss
Don't be fooled by this shabby hat beneath this hat that hides top business acumen. This little black boy named Bernard was a shoe-shining boy but always paid attention. He intentionally chose to set up his stall in front of the bank. His customers were all rich white people and he didn't care about the little money he earned by shining shoes. He worked slowly so that he could hear the financial secrets white people were talking about while they waited. As soon as they left, the little boy wrote it down in a notebook. All he wanted was the valuable financial knowledge he heard from them. From a young age, he knew his lifelong dream was to become a banker. In 1939, Texas was a place where black people were oppressed by severe discrimination and his father told him sadly that his dream was impossible but Bernard’s eyes showed determination against all odds. Fifteen years later, the grown-up boy moved to Los Angeles with his wife Eunice, and children. The racial discrimination here was not as serious as in his home so he decided to start his business here.
By Oluseyi Sogaoluabout a year ago in History
The Language of the Heart
The city was alive with lights, and the hum of evening traffic flowed like a river through its veins. Cars honked, conversations buzzed from open-air cafes, and neon signs flickered into the night. Yet amid all the noise and motion, Maya felt utterly alone. She walked through the crowded streets of New York, lost in her thoughts, the chaotic beauty of the city a distant blur. Her headphones pumped soft music into her ears, but it was nothing more than a distraction from the ache she carried inside.
By Oluseyi Sogaoluabout a year ago in Fiction
Beneath the Surface
The night was thick with mist, cloaking the coastal town of Ravenmoor in a quiet, oppressive stillness. The moon hung low in the sky, its pale light barely penetrating the veil of clouds. From the craggy cliffs overlooking the sea, the waves could be heard crashing relentlessly against the rocks, their deep, rhythmic thrum like the heartbeat of some ancient, slumbering giant.
By Oluseyi Sogaoluabout a year ago in Horror
The House of Whispers
In the quaint, coastal town of Windermere, where the sea met the shore and the winds whispered tales of old, stood a house that had long been the subject of local legend. It was known as the House of Whispers, a sprawling Victorian mansion perched on a hill overlooking the town. The house was famed not only for its grand architecture but for the enigmatic whispers that seemed to emanate from its very walls, whispering secrets that tantalized and haunted those who dared to listen.
By Oluseyi Sogaoluabout a year ago in Fiction
The Weight of Wings
In the vibrant city of Zephyr, where the skyline sparkled with the reflections of a thousand lights and the hum of ambition filled the air, lived a young woman named Aria. Despite the city's bustling energy, Aria felt like she was walking through a haze, her dreams and aspirations stifled by the weight of expectations and doubts.
By Oluseyi Sogaoluabout a year ago in Motivation
The Language of Trees
In the heart of a dense, ancient forest, where the trees seemed to whisper secrets to one another, lay a hidden truth that had been long forgotten by humankind. The forest was known as Eldergrove, a place of legend and mystery where the trees stood tall and silent, their branches reaching skyward as if in silent conversation. Among the townsfolk of nearby Havenwood, Eldergrove was a place of folklore and reverence, but few dared to venture into its depths. Little did they know, the forest held a secret language that shaped the very fabric of their world.
By Oluseyi Sogaoluabout a year ago in Fiction
The Ghosts of Summer
The summer of 1998 in the small town of Cedar Hollow was sweltering. The heat seemed to hang in the air like a thick, oppressive curtain, and the cicadas sang their relentless song from dawn until dusk. It was a time of innocence and simplicity for twelve-year-old Lily Bennett. Her days were filled with the usual childhood adventures—riding bikes with friends, chasing fireflies, and exploring the woods that bordered her town.
By Oluseyi Sogaoluabout a year ago in Fiction
The Stranger in the Mirror
In the quiet, sunlit town of Ravenwood, people went about their lives with a predictable calm. The streets were lined with charming cottages, and the rhythms of daily life were gentle. It was the kind of place where everyone knew everyone, and secrets were rare. But beneath the surface of this idyllic existence lay a mystery that would unravel the life of one unsuspecting resident.
By Oluseyi Sogaoluabout a year ago in Fiction
The Island of Lost Things
In the heart of the Pacific Ocean, where the map's edge crumbled into the unknown, there was a legend of a place called the Island of Lost Things. It was said that the island held everything people had lost—objects, memories, even hopes and dreams. Most dismissed it as a myth, but for Amelia Rivers, it became an obsession.
By Oluseyi Sogaoluabout a year ago in Fiction
