Short Stories

Fiction

Bleeding (Part II) 

Written By: Ejiofor C.E.S That night when everyone had gone to sleep, Kamarana locked herself in the bathroom and cried. It seemed as if the whole day was uncoiling itself and recoiling on her, crushing her, shrinking her. She remembers her mother telling her to…

Fiction

Bleeding (Part I) 

Written By: Ejiofor C. E. S Kamarana wanted to die. At first because of the stinging pain between her legs and the stickiness of the clotting blood that trickled with lazy effort between her legs. But now though she feared she would die of something…

Fiction

Episode Two: Beautiful Pieces 

Written By: Josh Effiong TRISHA “Good morning ma’am” a familiar voice greeted as she stepped into the premises of her workplace. “What’s good about the morning?” she asked. One foot in, “Hey…Good morning” It was Smith, her colleague. As she ransacked her handbag to get…

Fiction

Returning Home III 

By the time Fatima got to her mother’s hut, she was already very exhausted. She landed heavily at the doorstep. Her mother who had been awakened by footsteps approaching her hut was peeping through the window to see who it was. “I would catch the…

Fiction

RETURNING HOME I 

Fatima is muttering prayers as she walks down the narrow path which leads home. She cannot stop peering through her shoulder. Everywhere is silent. The kind of silence which injects fear. When all a person hears is the chirping of crickets singing lullabies for street…

Fiction

Broken Ships II 

Vivy recalled how she stood there shivering as her wet black dress dripped water while her boyfriend, blinded by his insecurities went on blabbing. “What insensitivity!” She thought as she removed her shower cap and freed her massive braids and began to peel the wet…

Fiction

Broken Ships 

The first time Vivy met him, she had just left the library and was cycling to her hostel that evening. She was wearing a pair of blue shorts, a cream T-shirt and a  face cap to match. With her tablet in a backpack strapped to…

Fiction

Irene II 

Both Ehi and Blessing were at Irene’s funeral last weekend. Clad in sparkling white knee-length gowns, hands folded across their chest, they stood by her graveside. Blessing was crying- no- wailing so loudly that Ehi was beginning to feel like her heart was hewn from…

Fiction

Irene I 

To hold a pen bearing the world’s weight- this is what it takes to be a writer.- To easily detect the footprints of tears blurred out with many layers of make-up and see a person’s sincere hunger for laughter is a familiar scene in her…

Fiction

Flickering rays and a beam 

Chi is wedged between a wooden table and a leather chair close to the window of her self-con apartment, down the ever-quiet Engineer Kitchener’s Street. Raymond, her boyfriend was keen on getting her an apartment on this street because he knew the serenity would mean…