Weekly fiction short story prompt from The Ink Well

Tres minutos antes de empezar Lucía sentía los pasos de las manecillas del reloj de pared rebotar en lo más profundo de su corazón que latía a un ritmo demasiado acelerado, como si se quisiera salir de

The last thing Emeka said to his little brother was, “Don’t sweat it, I’ve got you.” And that was the last time he ever saw him alive. The day was just like any other. Lagos traffic was crazy as usual,

Tears. They stung the back of her eyes until she couldn't pretend to be adjusting her artificial lashes anymore. One slid down the corner of her right eye, trailing her chubby cheek and stopping only at

Generated using OpenAI The sun was already crawling up our roofs when my parents drove off to Owerri. They were on their way to a wedding. I was left alone at home with my kid brother and repeated instructions

May to the rescue! Author: @nachomolina2 _ "Don't worry, Robe!" May said, with that high-pitched, nasal voice of someone who inherited the best of disco music. She sported her prominent hair,

source Emmanuel sat quietly under the mango tree behind his house. His hands were shaking, and his heart felt heavy. It was a hot afternoon, but he didn’t notice the sun. His mind was busy, filled with

In a world addicted to selfies, he is a ghost. So there is this guy in school, Jessy, who was a friend of a friend and later became my friend. I have known him since level 100, 2nd semester. Now we are

Imagen in Pixabay by Fotorech Today, it's a normal morning for a pregnant woman, it's my turn to go to my monthly consultation with my gynecologist, although everything is going well, I don't know if it's

"It's been a long time since we haven't enjoyed any get-together. I want to meet you." I said this to my friend Iqra on a video call. "We would meet this weekend." She replied.

There is always that one person in the family that everybody just quietly agrees is... not okay , you see In our own family, it is my mum’s elder sister Aunty Ini. See ehn, growing up, we used to fear

Ticket To A New Her. Kemi tried keeping her eyes open inside her dark shades. They felt heavy from the constant lack of sleep. She wheeled her small pink box into the international wing of the Murtala

We were new to the neighborhood but there were just some names that we keep hearing from our neighbors. “Who is Pa. Agbongbe?” I was forced to ask my new friend in the vicinity, Bola. Before she could

I do not mince words when I say Mama is best at believing weird things. From her odd practices to trying to enforce them on us, that woman barely gave me breathing space while I was still with her. Image

Everyone says my younger brother is nutty and honestly, they’re not wrong. But he's the kind of nutty that made life interesting, the kind that filled our store with inventions that makes one laugh, wonder

Everyone knew uncle Felix, well, not that he was our real uncle, but here in Nigeria, that title is free and for you as long as you are old, but uncle Felix was more, he was nosy, loud and he was nutty

I don’t remember exactly when I started keeping receipts, but it’s been a while. It started small. A few supermarket receipts stuffed into a purse I no longer used. Then came shawarma night slips, ATM

She stood there like a statue, looking so lost. She couldn’t believe she had been caught while lost in her train of thought. Image Source She had never been caught all her life, and now, standing in front

Kush, kush, kush, the creepy sound continued to intensify from my brother's room. “Shankar, don't let him get to her, noo, I am coming,” My brother shouted and continued making the kush, kush, sound. I

It’s been a decade. Ten whole years since I last heard that lovely laugh, felt that happy energy that filled every corner of the house like incense. Ten years since I last saw her, stylish, elegant, and