by David Solomon
Standing up, I fell down again. My ankle was fully rotten. The icy bony fingers were of a dead woman, with smoke oozing from her black dress, sprawled on the floor. I quailed. Still unable to shout, I tried to drag myself away.
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.
by Ngozi Janet Akalonu
There was a man standing over a young girl. Her hands were tied behind her back and she was lying on a tree stump. The man was holding an axe in his hands. It looked like he was about to kill her.
by Ngozi Janet Akalonu
One day, the woman went out to run some errands and she took her daughter with her. When they came back, they stood in the lobby of the apartment building and pressed the button for the elevator. When it arrived and the doors opened, she saw that there was a man already in the elevator. He was wearing a yellow raincoat and he also had a yellow hat on his head.
