An official date was among the list of events Tinuola dreaded the most. It was that time she had to be a proper lady; act like someone she wasn’t. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and gave a...
Category: FICTION
FICTION
Home is where the Heart is.
Ivan undid the last wrap of bandage wrapped around his shoulder and winced as he lowered himself into the wooden tub half filled with water. The dimly lit room, illuminated only by the moonlight seeping through the windows at opposite...
FICTION
Breakfast on the Kitchen Counter.
Jada rubbed her sleepy eyes as she walked drowsily down the corridor, towards the kitchen. It was only the third week of summer, but it was beginning to take its toll on her. Her caramel colored skin had deepened to...
FICTION
Stay with Me.
During cold nights like this, when the streets had gone to sleep and it was time for the crickets’ choir rehearsal, Adanna liked to dream. It was those kind of dreams that you saw when you were awake. Every...
FICTION
Roses are Red
The hallway is silent, save for the sound of her own heartbeat. As she walks past the fourth door, she hears it creak. Nyasha wills it not to open. Her swollen right cheek and tired limbs aren’t in the mood...
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