Psychological
The Winds of Fate
Chizaram woke with a start, her heart racing. She had just had the most vivid dream - she had been gifted the power to control the wind. In the dream, she stood atop a tall hill overlooking the lush green fields and winding rivers of her village. Raising her arms, she felt a surge of energy flow through her, and with a sweeping motion, she conjured a mighty gust that bent the tall grass and swayed the branches of the trees. Chizaram let out a joyous laugh as she reveled in the thrill of her newfound abilities.
By Emmanuel Ojenikeabout a year ago in Fiction
The Old Soldier. Top Story - September 2024.
Sheena headed to the archives to research a discovery she'd made while constructing her family tree. An ancestor; a soldier. Accolades for bravery given but he'd mysteriously disappeared with no record of him anywhere.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
The Diabolic Gift and the Game of Invisible Bonds
There stood a strange shop in the centre of the ancient city of Vidyanagar, where the narrow pathways coiled like the tail of a serpent. It was hidden in a spot that most people didn't see, in a neglected nook of the bazaar. With its faded sign that said "Anokha Upahar," or "Unique Gifts," the shop was a veritable gold mine of strange items. It was rumored that any item, no matter how rare or cursed, could be obtained by the owner, an elderly man with piercing eyes.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Fiction
Wet Feet 2
Day One My phone has no signal out in the middle of the Caribbean Oceans. When I jumped overboard I didn’t anticipate it would take this long for my beautiful siren to find me. It’s been roughly 18 hours now and I finally decided to press record on the voice recorder of my phone. At least if my body is discovered dead of starvation they will know it wasn’t fowl play.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Fiction
Tea Break
“I never take sugar with my tea, Mary…” She had been saying the same thing for ages, but the tea set came with the sugar bowl and creamer, and she was always going to make sure that her friends knew this. The table in the backyard had all of the necessities Andrea would use as a guest (napkins, multiple spoons and forks, saucers).She knew that her friends would be there with one making a specific request, and Mary had the tray ready for them, and nothing that Andrea could say would prevent her from her little routine.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Fiction
A body on the bridge . Top Story - September 2024. Content Warning.
Lexi chose to come to the bridge where the body parts were found. Her coming was not connected to that poor soul, neither was she concerned about who did it and why. She was tired of her life and all the expectations that hung over her head.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Fake Report Card
It was a cool harmattan day in 1995 when I made the fateful decision . I was a 13-year-old student in JSS3 (Junior Secondary School 3), struggling to keep up with the demands of my classes. English had never been my strong suit, and that term I was falling behind in Mr. Adebayo's English Literature course.
By Emmanuel Ojenikeabout a year ago in Fiction
