Microfiction
Corruption and Accountability
Chapter 1: The Cycle Begins In the heart of Nigeria, amidst the bustling city of Lagos, lived a young man named Tunde. He grew up in a modest household, witnessing firsthand the devastating impact of corruption on his family and community. His father, a small business owner, struggled to make ends meet while constantly being extorted by corrupt officials.
By saka emmanuel3 years ago in Fiction
NGAD Theft
He adjusted his freshly pressed uniform as he sat in his seat. Not letting on to anything out of the ordinary, for he was still being watched. This day would be anything but ordinary. It had taken him 12 months to get to this point. A hefty 5 part syllabus course completed. However, before the 12 months, it was a five year rigorous planning ordeal with a college mate. Any NGAD Flyer pilot would be anxious and excited, but they weren't pulling off the greatest heist ever attempted.
By simplicity3 years ago in Fiction
Chasing Shadows in the Dark
The show lights are eerie in the dark. Statues monstrous in the shadows, and painted faces appear tormented in their permanence. I’ve been on the job for months and the graveyard shift still gives me chills. The air-ducts creak, but otherwise it's so quiet my heartbeat echoes in my ears.
By Obsidian Words3 years ago in Fiction
Echoes in a Raindrop: A Solitary Moment's Revelation
I sit in my favorite armchair by the window, my gaze lost in the cloudy veil of the outside world. An aimless raindrop traces a path down the windowpane, its journey seemingly as purposeless as my thoughts. I've always found a peculiar kind of solace in these quiet, rainy days, the soothing pitter-patter a melodic accompaniment to the symphony of my contemplation.
By Panos Kalsos3 years ago in Fiction
The New Business Plan
Doll-Up, Riggzy, Trash, and Harper. The fours of us were in it together. Riggzy was the trust fund kid with the higher education, but he was so much smarter than that. The rest of us weren't dumb, but had nothing stellar about us. Me, Harper, came from a middle class family. The others not even that.
By simplicity3 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Key
Once upon a time, in a quiet village nestled between rolling hills, lived a curious young girl named Sarah. Sarah had a penchant for adventure and a knack for stumbling upon the extraordinary. One sunny afternoon, while exploring the outskirts of the village, Sarah's eyes caught a glimmer beneath the roots of an ancient oak tree.
By Mahnoor Siddiqui3 years ago in Fiction
