Ever Seen

by Dexter F. I. Joseph

Isolated under the embrace of leaves and stems, a young girl lay on the floor, cuddled by the earth and as though in deep, terrifying slumber, her eyes stayed squeezed shut as was her gnashing teeth. Her clothes were worn out, shredded on various parts, and soiled with dirt. Her hair was the dome of slovenliness, long, twisted into each other and with an unusual dirty but silver colour.

Daemoñ Of Kaamari City (1-3)

Its face was hollowed, eyes large and sunken, red as the colour of blood. The skin pallid and dry, clawed and large hands and the muscles around its scrawny frame were thick and ripped on all sides.

The Last Baptism

by Anne Bidemi Akinnagbe

“Accept, we ask O Lord, the prayers of your people with the sacrificial offerings, that what has begun in the paschal mysteries may, by the working of your power, bring us to the healing of eternity, through Christ our Lord…”

Thin Lines: A Game of Choices

By Grace Ashele

My bed was cold, but I was boiling up inside. My body was immobile from pains as I drummed my fingers on my thighs and waited my turn. This was a game and I had no say in when it would stop or when it would be my turn to duel. Or make a move. Literally.

The Wanderings of Abeke

by Anne Bidemi Akinnagbe

On my sixteenth birthday, just as the friends started arriving, I left through the kitchen door and ran as fast as I could. The next hour found me at Jay’s hostel. Jay was a second year student of the University of Science and Technology in my town. We had been seeing each other for a few months.

In Search of the Father

by Uche Nzube Divine‎

The man paused, turned around, and spoke in a big, gruffly voice. “Contained in that box are the ashes of your late father. Resurrect him and you will know what you are.”

Behind The Mask (1)

by Opeyemi Ojomu

No light comes from the horizon, no shiny stars above. The world seems lifeless, like the aftermath of a nuclear war. Every creature seems to have perished except the frogs whose croaks penetrate the deep silence.

Emmanuella

by Kathryn Olushola

As we walk deeper into the bushes, looking back, we see that our school and church is no longer in sight. Ayo, Martha and the baby remain silent. We are stopped by a human-like creature without arms and legs. Its voice is deep and coarse like that of man. I am not frightened in the least.

And Then We Manifest As Light

by Orhemba Mhembeuter Jeremiah

Raspy breaths escape me without control. My heart palpitates overtly fast. I wriggle my hands as the recognizable screams of our mothers assail my ears. The guards approach with their blazing torches and my skin prickles already. Igba reinforces our grip.

Rueful Disquiet (1)

by Allen Ovanstone

His eyes were fixed on Annabelle’s pictures hanging loosely on the side wall of his rented apartment. He ran through the whole detail again and was sure he didn’t miss a thing. He had marked her out. He could have easily singled her out from the crowd, but what held him back? A premonition?

Kachi Ude

by Kathryn Olushola

That was the bombshell. It was so loud and heavy that you cried because it left brunt wounds and bruises on your skin. You were confused. Surely you didn’t feel the same way because you liked 500-Level a lot. You begged him not to do it, not to stop talking to you that you both could work this out, that you could even fall in love with him back, but he went offline and didn’t say anything else.

The Incarnate

by Vivian Dindu Esimoleze

He brought out his phone. Opened his gallery and showed me the picture of the girl. I laughed it off. Bade him farewell and continued my journey. But I was restless throughout the day. The truth is I also died three years ago. But this isn’t my body. The night I died, my soul entered the girl’s body.

A Night of Error

by Taiwo Gbéolúwaga Akóredé‎

The night was covered with darkness. No light anywhere apart from the light from my torch. Around the compound, I moved. My heart was beating fast. I had heard stories of children that were kidnapped through cries and sounds. My fear increased. I couldn’t go back. I was desperate to see where the sound came from.

Where’s Jessie?

by Chinecherem Maureen Anatuanya

I held back my tears. I didn’t want to imagine anything bad had happened. When Chike’s father came, I told him we couldn’t find Jessie. He called my parents and helped us search before they arrived. My mum had hardly stepped into the school before she started scolding me for not taking care of my brother.

Greetings from the other side

by Vivian Dindu Esimoleze

As I am reading it, my heart races and my hands start shaking. The weather was hot but the room becomes chilly immediately. I look around with a wave of fear.

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