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Impossible Jack!

By | September 8th, 2017|Categories: Short Story Contest|

484 VOTES "How many years have you spent in the force?" "Two years, sir!" "And do you think you can still cope here? Reports about you are making me question your ability to fit into our system..." You see, I am very terrible with fitting into anything much less a 'system'. I could hardly fit into my clothes or shoes. I couldn't even fit into the world I found myself in, which I have come to understand a little more than I did as a child. As a child, I thought the world was perfect. No evil. All good. But the world, everyone and everything in it is completely flawed! "You do have a good work ethic which I admire though. So what do you have to say for yourself?" "I would resign since I am not a very good fit sir." "Resign?! That's ultimate. I will give you a week to think about what you really want. Then come see me on Wednesday next week." "OK Sir."   *** three months earlier*** I must confess that I have stalked Davina for more than three years consecutively. She was bent on having nothing to do with me because I was a man of no means. And clearly she was out of my league as well but that didn't stop me from checking up on her unsolicitedly. And she made stalking quite easy for me since she was very quick to update all her social media accounts with almost every single detail [...]

THE ONE WHO GOT AWAY

By | September 7th, 2017|Categories: Short Story Contest|

264 VOTES It's either someone dies or leaves. Basically, love is pain My story is a classic boy meets girl, girl meets boy, chatted it was epic. Turned instant best friends. Just like any other love story I fell Hard... Fast... A one sided love story. I was ruled by my emotions, I reasoned with my head. So I fell hard, fast, head over hills in love with my best friend without knowing when or how it happened. I remember the very first time he held my hand, it was like I had found something I didn't know i was looking for... It was like magic. All I could think about was how the light shines from his eyes, like everything he sees is beauty. I remember thinking once that he is a goldmine and everything he touches turns gold. And there was my heart singing out his name, pinning and hoping for even the slightest sign that he would see me as more than just the best friend he hangs out or confide in. More more than anything else, I wanted to be more, to mean more to him. I wanted him to see me the way I see him. And so I continued with the charade. The girl of his dreams masquarading as his best friend; hoping against hope that he will come to see how the light shines from my eyes, like everything I see is beauty. A part of me knew it was hopeless, loving him like [...]

276

By | September 6th, 2017|Categories: Short Story Contest|

3 VOTES 276  ‘‘It’s Haram for girls to go to school. Western education corrupts our girls. We will put an end western education’’………. His speech was rather taken for granted. The terrorist had made the country ungovernable. They had vowed to bring the country to a state of anarchy. His speech was endless. This wasn’t the first time. He was the Goliath while the government is then David The nation woke up with the sad news. The headlines of the newspaper were ridden with the news of 286 girls being taken away by unknown gun men. The army had claimed that the girls weren’t taken away. The police had to run for their life abandoning their duty post. They had betrayed the children; they left them in the arms of callous men. The army chief and his spoke person had denied that such news was a rumour. The minister for education had begun to list out the names of the girls that were taken away by Boko Haram. It was a mystery to the citizens that such a thing should be said to have happened. The soldiers are no where to be found; the police fled for their dear lives and the principal abandoned the students. None of the teachers were captured and taken hostage. The minister chuckled. They couldn’t deny it any longer. 276 girls are no where to be found; they couldn’t be accounted for and they were taken away in broad day light without any one to stop [...]

Shattered

By | September 5th, 2017|Categories: Short Story Contest|

210 VOTES Watching the young couple exchange marital vows got me wondering. “What common interest brought them together? What were they expecting from marriage? Could there be more dreams waiting to be fulfilled in their union?”  I sighed as my thoughts wandered back to two years ago. I had always desired to live abroad and getting married at the age of 19 to Uzoma who resided in Australia was synonymous to winning a lottery. He adored me and I basked in the euphoria but all of that went with the wind when I stumbled upon job application letters on his laptop. I had questions but I patiently waited for him to come home. He still had his shoes on when I broached the subject. His response confirmed my worst fears. After telling my friends that I would be relocating, after preparing a resignation letter which I intend to tender to my over domineering boss, after writing a goodbye text for my ex, after boasting about having my first child abroad. He was not going back. I did not let a second slip by before I furiously barged into the bedroom where he was undressing, threatening fire and brimstone if he did not return to Australia. He was completely baffled.  An intense argument ensued. I called him a bloody liar, manipulator, looser, coward, dream killer, destiny destroyer... the curses flowed of their own will.  By that time, tears were streaming down my face. That night and for so many nights, we slept [...]

Living the War

By | September 3rd, 2017|Categories: Short Story Contest|

4 VOTES The screeching sound of the bedside alarm blare out loudly. A sharp lightning spark which was quickly accompanied by a ferocious thunder clap jerked OKLA awake from his sleep.  He lazily stretched out his hand to put off the blaring alarm. A gush of violent wind suddenly poured into the room through an open window causing the curtain to flap noisily. A heavy rain is in the making.   Okla drags his feet noisily over to the open window, takes a peep outside the window to see chaffs and leaves dancing about in the strong wind. A thick dark cloud has gathered in the sky and the intermittent sparks of lightening and rumblings of thunder continue to grow vicious. He shut the window panes and returned to his bed to continue his sleep. An early morning rain as this means no outing until the rain subsides. ****   There is a sudden roar of gun shots approaching the main building from distance. Local residents run about in confusion on the street. The cause of the pandemonium could not yet be ascertained but people run to safety. Five Security men with AK 49 rifles run into the building compound and quickly take defensive formations by the main gate. The distant roar of gun shots are now really very close by and everyone shake in fear. The Security men put up every object around to form a barrier behind the gate made of crossed bars. The barrier will serve as docking [...]

When Preparation Is Not Adequate Before Marriage

By | August 28th, 2017|Categories: Short Story Contest|

0 VOTES It was a beautiful and sunny day and I had stopped my car in front of my favorite Superstore in my neighborhood. I wanted to buy some groceries before I get home. Well I had done this on many occasions in the past so it was not really an issue that I stopped at this store to buy some provisions.  However, why I chose this store as my favorite was something I had never helped myself to understand. Though it was a big Supermarket but it was not really the best in the neighborhood in my estimation. Maybe I loved buying at this store because there were many matured sales ladies working in the store. I was matured and seriously searching for the right lady as a marriage partner, so it was just ideal and natural for me to fall in love with this store. "You're welcome to our store today, how was your day?" One of the beautiful sales ladies welcomed me as usual with a bright smile. "Oh thank you Kate, I'm fine". "Should I help you to get your usual into a basket?" "Yes, I'll appreciate that". There was something strange about her smile and countenance on that day and before she turned to get my usual into the basket, I stopped her... "Kate, you look unusually ecstatic today, have you won a lottery?" "Really," she replied still beaming with smiles. "Yes, you don't put up a full smile like you have done today since the [...]

WHAT JEALOUSY CAN CAUSE.

By | August 26th, 2017|Categories: Short Story Contest|

1 VOTE Once upon a time there was a man who had 2 wives. the first wife had only a son,while the other wife have a son and a daughter.as time goes on, the second wife became jealous saying if incase their husband been a chief dies,its only the first son of the first wife would enjoy all the wealth the chief acquired saying nothing will reach her own children so out of jealousy she went to a herbalist to make the first woman son mad after a month,that he would die.so her own son would now be the one to gain all the chief properties so after narrating all what she want to the native doctor,the native doctor said it's a small issue he will grant her all she desired then he gave her a charm also informed her that the charm is transferable if she breaks the rule guiding the charm.the woman asked the native doctor saying baba please what is the rule so that I will not abuse it.the native doctor said nobody will share anything with the boyor eat food belonging to him any one who does this will run man instantly and the boy who was already mad will be OK and the madness can't be reversed again,till death handling the charm over to the woman she thanked him, paid and left.she went home and told her son and daughter not to eat food or take anything belonging to the first wife son. they both agreed. [...]

THE DECEASED’S BRIDE

By | August 25th, 2017|Categories: Short Story Contest|

514 VOTES Zuru ike nke anyi huru n’anya Anyi maara na I nonyeere chineke Anyi ga-ezute ozo People slowly made their way to the other side of the church, singing that very song and clapping to make up for the lack of percussion instruments. The sound from the oja, wooden flute, harmonized beautifully with their voices.  They all got to the place across the church and began to circle what lay in the middle with their song slowly coming to an end. The elders from the community didn’t follow the youths to the other side because of what lay in the middle. But what exactly was lying in the middle of the crowd at the place across the church? Ikechukwu’s lifeless body neatly prepared for his final burial rite. The people of Nnewichi had come to pay their final respect to their most loved and respected son at the graveyard. “Irrespective of the circumstances behind his death, what matters most is that he is at rest” said the priest. Everybody knew the circumstances. Another man was trying to steal Ikechukwu’s prize and there was foul play involved. Within the crowd was Ifeyinwa, Ikechukwu’s prize, the one who was to get married to Ikechukwu a week from now. Unfortunately death had done them apart before they could even begin their journey together.  She had not eaten or slept since she heard the news but she had not cried. Still the strain was telling on her physical appearance. Ife’s usually beautiful face had [...]

THE BUS FORUM

By | August 24th, 2017|Categories: Short Story Contest|

76 VOTES “Hold it!” She screams as she swings her blue Prada bag in the way of the impatient elevator doors. The elevator cruises to the ground floor in seconds. Adanma joins a troop of weary employees out of the revolving doors of Marble House as the sun makes a descent toward the western horizon. Adanma crosses the zebra crossing, wary of unrepentant drivers speeding across the road unconcerned about waiting pedestrians. The orange seller beckons at her from across the road, a big grin on her face. She gives Adanma her usual purchase, a bag of three oranges and bids her goodnight. Adanma glances at her wristwatch. 5.45pm, the bus park where she takes the Iyana Ipaja bus would soon be empty. Baba Ebe, the passenger lobbyist hollers for passengers to embark. He circles the windows of the cavernous bus and barks out requests for the bus fare from disgruntled passengers. The fare has increased and nobody is eager to part with money. She takes a seat at the last row of the bus, squashed between a slim man on the right and a plump lady on the left, the type of plumpness some women acquire after children. She has a beautiful face too, light complexioned and spotless. Her eyes are big but sit well in her round face. She has a narrow nose and a full set of red lips. Adanma notes she is typing away on her android phone oblivious of scrutiny. Every other minute she would shake [...]

WHEN A MAN RAPES HIS WIFE(PART ONE)

By | August 21st, 2017|Categories: Short Story Contest|

33 VOTES In a faraway land, there was a woman who was known for her beauty and her well built shape. She was in her early 30's and was blessed with 5children, four girls and a girl. Everyone in the land loved her so much because she was not only outwardly beautiful but inwardly beautiful too. She was very generous and was an epitome of strength and faith. Her name was "Susanna" and she was very hardworking to the core that the young women in the land looked up to her as their role model. Susanna was all any man would die to have with her strong sense of humour but no one knew what made her to always hide her smiles and frown whenever her husband was approaching. People passing by her house would always wish to be like her because of what they saw from a distance about how wealthy her husband was and the kinda house they lived. The husband had asked her not to do any job aside being an "Official house" seeing to the needs and well being of their children, to most people in the land they wished they could be in her shoes. But what they didn't know was that Susanna was not a happy woman like was perceived.    One faithful morning as susanna's husband embarked on a trip, and her children were in school. Susanna was busy with house chores as she was singing praises to God while she tackled her task, [...]