Tag: Short story
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18XX – Part 7
“Bushman,” he repeated the words to himself. She called him a bushman, a good-for-nothing illiterate that she felt ashamed to introduce to her acquaintances. “Wolves live in the jungle. Go there and join your brother and sister wolf in the jungle, bushman!.” Sanaa spat the words one day during an acrimonious dispute between her and…
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18XX – Part 6
It was by accident we discovered the truth. She was in love with him, from the first day she set eyes on him. Her home was hell, her husband a bushman she could not connect with on a deeper level. Then comes this young, intelligent and handsome guy who to her, represents an escape from…
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National Best Witch
“30 minutes more!” The invigilator announced. With a disorganized mind and perspiring hands I tried to complete the nonsense I was writing, struggling to have a firm grip on my pen. “Gosh! I am doomed!” It finally dawned on me. It was like the final seconds to the whistle for a team down by two…
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18XX – Part 5
Many strange things happen in our school. Little did we know that Sharon, a pupil recently admitted into the school, was sent to uncover these mysteries. She was unusually bright for her age and had gained entrance into the school using a fake identity. Unknown to whatever secret agent behind Sharon, our school had specially…
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18XX – Part 4
Deafening silence punctuated by sounds of chalk on a blackboard and the shifting of the teacher’s feet. The brightness injected into the classroom through its door darkens slightly, forcing the teacher and a chunk of his pupils to turn to the door. There stood headmaster Baldwin, his almost toothless gums unable to express the big…
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18XX – Part 3
It was time for our first lesson. And as the teacher motioned for the board to be cleaned, I starred at him, wondering what could have brought him all the way from the south to the far north here with its harsh weather conditions. The south of the country was bustling with economic activities and…
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18XX – Part 2
Whiles trying to take off my bag before occupying my seat beside the class window, I spot an intriguing figure roaming in the woods in the distance. Adrian, seated behind me, tugged incessantly at my shirt. He wanted to show me something hidden in his bag that he had smuggled to school. Suddenly, an open…
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18XX – Part 1
The isolated house on the small hill beside the river and the adjoining forest of dried trees standing far from one another as if at loggerheads, steamed in the pieces of winter dusted off the sky. I fixed my gaze on the vast river that stretched far into the fog, a wonder beyond my young…
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