Category: Short stories

  • Lazy days

    Lazy days by Enya lilted through the MP4 player beside the window to Alice’s heavy bluish blanket covering her body, sipping through its microscopic pores into her drowsy ears, and into her dreams. She was sick of England and needed a switch. Her intuition and map both agreed Lagos Nigeria was the wonderland. Here she…

  • Wooden smile

    Like a window into the world of the ancients, the statue of Aya stood in the evergreen virgin forest. Her eyes seem to follow you as you move around her. Her heaving chest, rhythmic with that of anyone who came close to her. She was a piece of a fairy tale that extended into reality.…

  • A Stone Is Coming ( Published by The Writers Club )

    My short story “A Stone Is Coming” has been published by The Writers Club. I deeply appreciate their job of promoting writers and especially for publishing my piece. I would be grateful if you could visit the link below to read the flash fiction : https://greythoughts.info/clubpieces/a-stone-is-coming A special thanks once again to Grace Y. Estevez…

  • Juliet

    8 O’Clock. He’s getting late. Still upstairs. On the first floor. There! His window. He walks down the stairs, halfway, he climbs up to hug and kiss his wife. Comes down. Runs up again. He’s possessed. Of love. Romantic. Like his red scooter. https://cyranny.com/2022/08/10/august-10th-1minfiction-challenge/

  • Riddle, Riddle

    She knew her curiosity would one day kill her. She just didn’t know how it was going to happen. What is magic? Is it of the devil, God or human scheming? If she asked the magicians, they would speak in favor of magic. If she asked a devout priest, the priest might condemn it. What…

  • Jigsaw Puzzle

    Initially planned to spend the night at the reading room on campus. Change of plans. Returning back to hostel. Out of fuel. Broke. Hours of concentration on books without food was draining me. Losing my mind. While bypassing the International Students Hostel, I had an idea. Search through the dustbin beside the hostel. These were…

  • A living canvass

    A soothing song sat softly on her mind all day and wouldn’t leave, like the way her story was trapped in that old dress and wouldn’t fade. The moving notes guided her fingers groping the margins of her heart for the right words to describe what that dress had come to symbolize for her. Although…

  • Joojo and an animal with thousand feet

    His trouser smelt of sweat so Joojo felt he should abandon it on the bathroom door after taking his bath. The next morning he urgently needed to step out, he must meet someone. Unfortunately, all his clothes were dirty. He scanned through the dirty clothes and found a not-so-dirty one. It was a shirt. Turning…

  • I wonder

    She cheated on her husband and I was curious to know how and why it happened. It could not have been in her home. She and her husband hardly receive visitors. The neighbors would have found it suspicious that a man paid her a visit while her husband was away at work. Being the gifted…

  • Sleeping Dragon – Final Chapter

    It’s the dawn of Judgment Day. A mass choir with each member carrying lit candles lead the army through the forests engulfing Salsa to Omnipotent Towers at Legends’ Heights where the gigantic statue of Gorr stands, singing moving hymns along the way. The army kneels before the statue for Gorr’s blessings. The King is to…

  • Sleeping Dragon – Part 4

    With outstretched arms and knelt on a golden dais borne on the shoulders of four mighty giants, King Amia enters the Supreme Martial Court of Wilo amidst thunderous cheers from his subjects. “Aaaaaamiaaaaa!!!!……Aaaaaamiaaaaa!!!!………Aaaaaamiaaaaa!!!! The great hall shudders with chants mounting to an earthquaking crescendo. Crowds on the streets of Salsa go wild and restive with…

  • Sleeping Dragon – Part 3

    King Olga hangs himself on an oak tree outside his palace. Crowds throng the scene, despite the chilly winter storm and threats from the palace guards to ward off the scene. For months, the royal family cannot name a successor. The ensuing rot and riots breed traitors, terrorists and bandits who scavenge the countrysides for…

  • Sleeping Dragon – Part 2

    Many of the citizens of the Zengo Empire never heard of BMS Invisible. They were an elite, highly trained special commando forces for strike backs classified “Impossible” by the Supreme Martial Court of Wilo. They were led by the almighty Jaguar, godfather of Ghost Town. The invasion was scheduled for 4am. At exactly 2am, Jaguar’s…

  • Sleeping Dragon

    Wee Base.11pm. Code :Womanizers’ League Jaguar crushed the lit cigarette in his clenched fist after his war-hardened veterans had quickly memorized the contents of the note. Cocking their guns, they disappeared into the abandoned mansion kneeling in the dark on the outskirts of the town. Tidal waves crushed themselves angrily against the rocks below the…

  • Holy Pepper – Part 2

    Sani lay glued to the bloody floor, his entire body completely cold – except a small opening in his ass which still retained some warmth, thanks to occasional farting. A time-bomb locked in his left chest ticked louder and louder, the blood that oozed from his ears and nostrils quickening their pace as if trying…

  • Open this door! – A short story

    – Denis! Open this door!! – Tell her to give me my phone! – Why will I take his phone? Sofie, you were here when I told you about the pictures I saw on my husband’s phone. I could have divorced him, but I never reacted. I am still with him. So why will I…

  • Holy Pepper

    From the time the cup was handed over to him, Sani knew he was the next to die. Like water in a clenched fist, his life was slipping fast through his hands. Whiles lying in his room deeply absorbed in his thoughts, he noticed an eye peeking at him through a crack in his room…

  • Moonlight – the full story.

    It was midnight. From the hill on which our cottage stood, I saw the eyes of an incoming bus dilate with delight as it peeped through the fog that had pinned itself to the wet, virgin forest. Everything around the cottage had taken on the the greyish look of the moon stuck against the indomitable…

  • Kanté is growing

    The merciless Ivorian sun crushed tarred road into simmering waves. Illusion beckoned Kanté to keep looking into the distance for evidence. And whiles looking, past memories gently crept into his mind as he trudged through the enervating heat towards his favorite restaurant for his lunch break. Food. Food. Food. All that had been on his…

  • united we fall – The complete story

    -our sister Lalé was robbed last night. She was returning from work around 1am and noticed a dubious figure following her at a distant. She quickened her pace. So did her intruder. Upon reaching the gate to the house, she found it locked and she began screaming, “Thief! Thief! Thief!” But no one came out…

  • Machine Heart – Part 2

    Footsteps of neighbours returning late from work soon died down into the silence of midnight, occasionally broken by distant howling of dogs and eerie hooting of owls. Diallo lay in his room, unable to sleep, looking out of his open window at the half moon skating across the sky, above the thick fog that sat…

  • Machine heart – a short story

    5pm. A hazy Friday evening. Two colleagues are alone at the backseat of their company bus. She was talking, her elbow on his shoulder, turning away shyly whenever her eyes met his. “I can hardly get you off my mind. At work when you see me busy at my desk…on my phone..it’s just a facade..it’s…

  • I wonder

    She cheated on her husband and I was curious to know how and why it happened. It could not have been in her home. She and her husband hardly receive visitors. The neighbors would have found it suspicious that a man paid her a visit while her husband was away at work. Being the gifted…

  • Come back

    He no longer believes in their relationship. He’s taken his bag and fled. No word. Not even a goodbye. She’s heard he is in Togo. She stands in church today, a microphone in hand, in tears. Testimony time. Let her enemies know that despite the efforts to kill her joy, she will still smile, even…

  • RASTA

    For the entire night, visions of Diallo’s Barber Shop traumatized Ras Jungblé in his sleep. “Barber Shop! Barber Shop! Barber Shop!” The words rang loud and maddened his anxiety. He sat up with a jolt. As he stood up to his window and gazed at the barber shop in the distance, he saw nothing but…

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