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,

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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,

The shadows of her broad brimmed hat accentuated her high cheekbones and chiseled but delicate jawline. She had that classic 20th century movie star good looks, which came in handy given her chosen profession.

Let’s Make It Official If I could make any holiday real, I’d call it “Don’t Ask Me For Nothing Day.” One day a year where everybody agrees to mind their own business. No favors. No chores. No fake urgency.

Greetings All After spending my day teaching and finally finishing feedback, it is time for an update. I hope all of you enjoy! A device that seemed to amplify the internal energy of the person to whom

A wintry chill lingers in the air, the temperature dropping to sub zero as had become routine of late. Mocking amused laughter broke into the air, the sound echoing off of the outdoor structure as if it

“They say the winner writes history. Me? I write headlines.” Blood on the mat. Cheers drowning in the distance. A few smashed bodies. And a few broken egos. That’s the price for a little excitement in

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

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

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

Generated using OpenAI A cracked fence separated our side from Baba Segun’s old bungalow, which he had inherited from his late father. Baba Segun wasn't a young man anymore. In fact, his eldest son is

I can't forget the way Mrs Jumoke held the folded fabric like it was gold dust. And honestly, e no too far from gold (it wasn't too far from gold). That anko (Party uniform), a deep emerald green with

─── ❖ ── ✦ ── ❖ ─── 📸 ─── ❖ ── ✦ ── ❖ ─── Nutty as a fruitcake Watercolors for my friend Helena Helena is one of my best friends. I met her at my old job, and although we no longer work together, the

Childhood Dreams In Cumana, Venezuela, there is a neighborhood called La Trinidad. From the patios of its houses, you can see the sea with its cresting waves, revealing the white of its foam. In one of

Everyone in my village said my aunt "aunty joy" is crazy, they say she is wired because in my village anyone who acts weird is abnormal but my aunt was the sweetest aunt one could ever had. I