“Mummy!” my son screamed from outside at the top of his voice. I didn’t blame him, he was late for school and I was sitting in front of the mirror, trying to use makeup to hide my swollen eyes.
Monsters with reason
“The only way to save her was to kill her. It was not something I wanted to do, but I needed to do it.
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Flash fiction
Throughout the journey, all he could think of was her beautiful face, and now he was few steps away from seeing it.
My first murder
I woke up to my parents, yelling at each other like they did most mornings. My mother was doing most of the yelling, and this time, for a good reason. She had just found out that my father borrowed an immense sum of money from the bank for his failing business, and he had till… Continue reading My first murder
How we met
Standing on the altar, in front of a man I love, exchanging heartfelt vows, was something I never thought I was going to do. I believed in love, in having a soulmate, but after many failed relationships, I concluded mine did not exist. “I, Okafor Fortune, take you, Nnadi Samuel to be my husband, to… Continue reading How we met
Few seconds late
I was a few steps away from my Cadillac when I got tapped on my shoulder by a masked man, then rendered unconscious with a hard punch. I woke up tied to a chair in a dark room and with a throbbing pain in my head. There was a table in front of me and… Continue reading Few seconds late
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