Microfiction
Viridescent
They reckoned us children when they found us. Twins. I laughed when I learned what the word meant. They had no idea of our ages, and thought us womb-grown at the same time. My brother was older, although always small and sickly. And of course, we weren't grown in a womb at all.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
THE ACTS OF WITCHES
I carry booda Tunji, moving sluggishly to the main road to get a cab that would take us to Ibadan. It was almost dark. So, it could be difficult to get a bus at the park if we had to get to the park first. *************************************************** Earlier, I had taken booda Tunji to a white garment church where I was told that our problem was as a result of our mother's involvement in witchcraft. Again, it was laughable as we had the best mother. Iya Labake was an epitome of a good mother. Abiyamo tooto. She was protective. Vicious in fighting for her children. And above all, she ensured we got the best of everything she could afford. But, my mother was the most unlucky mother I knew. She had buried eight out of the ten children she had. My dad had also died, leaving behind my mother, booda Tunji and I. The strange thing about the demise of my other siblings is that they all died from the same ailment. All incurable. None of them lived above forty years old. The last of my sibling that died was rushed back to the village when he was about concluding his Msc program. He died few days after. With all these my mother passed through, I couldn't fathom the revelation of her being a witch. I never believed a mother could kill or cause the death of her own child. I was lost in my thought while we traveled back to Ibadan. But one thing remained firm in my heart; booda Tunji must not die. "Booda mi o gbodo ku" I repeatedly whispered to myself. Three days later, I went back to the Ifa priest with the items he had asked me to buy. He prepared the ebo, gave me instructions, then i went back to Ibadan. I was instructed to drop the ebo at a T-junction close to our family house at exactly twelve mid night. It must be dropped at a time everyone must have gone to sleep because it is forbidden for anyone else to see the ebo before it is dropped. I followed the instructions to the later. At exactly twelve midnight, I got to the T-junction and as I was about to drop the ebo, I heard a loud voice. In fact, it was a combined voices of three aged women Calling out to me.
By raphwrites2 years ago in Fiction
A Teddy Bear Picnic
One day a bear just thought that he would just go out and enjoy the wonderful Spring day. The sun was out and felt really warm on his fur and the breeze blowing felt good too. The flowers were blooming as well as the birds were singing their songs. The bear with no name heard a distinctive sound could it have been the buzzing of a bee or bees and where there may be bees there could be a treat for me. The bear with his nose in the air seeking direction headed further on into the woods. He spotted the stream and thought about catching a fish or two before heading for the bees and their treat they make so well. The bear caught two fish and quite enjoyed them and then he heard the buzzing and headed off in that direction and BINGO he could smell that golden, good tasting stuff that the bees make. He dug in and not a bee stung him for it seemed they were gone for awhile. After he enjoyed the bees treat they had made he found a dry and cool spot in the sun and took a nap before heading home for the sun was on its downward slope into the afternoon.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
For the Love of a Mark
PART ONE Young Mark Lim grabbed a seat at the dinner table and sat seated himself with the front of the chair facing him, legs askew. The chicken drumsticks that his mother, Elaine, had laid out on the table were too succulent to resist; he grabbed one, much to her frustration.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Fiction
A Mountain View. Content Warning.
"Why have you brought me here?" Julia stood in front of the window and looked at the amazing view. The mountains were just breaking the early morning haze and their outlines were hesitating to show themselves but gradually, in the warmth from the sun, they were revealed. Snow striped the steep sides and the lake's milky green contrasted with the slopes' solid greyness.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Perdy's Quest Part 2
That night after his and Flighty's visit to the old barn Perdy had a lot of questions come into his mind. The first question would have to be 'Who planned all those events and dances?' The toys that were left also raised a few questions and he wondered if Gus would like to live in that old dollhouse that the found. Then Perdy decided to get some sleep and start asking more questions like 'What if these woods actually had a name?'
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
Perdy's Quest
One day when Perdy was out on one of his walks in the woods with no name he remembers about that old poster he saw in that old barn. Perdy thought he would seek out one of his new friends and see if they knew anything about any dances that were held there. Now he knows that certain 'animals' would not be welcome if humans held those dances, but we are for the most part quiet participants during these kinds of events.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
