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Scribblez n Sundry


January 2022

  • MR. FINE BOY

    Two days before Segun’s father died, he saw his tutor’s face fall off. Segun was seated beside the man at the dining table when it happened. He was just about to turn over a page in his Maths textbook when something slid past the young boy’s hand and fell on the tiled floor… SPLAT! Everyone… Continue reading

  • THE UNIVERSE LIKES THIS

    #TwitchFriday #PicturePrompt #FlashFiction It was another New Year’s Eve, and Mary knew just what she wanted. She was alone, as was often the case. Francis had gone out to chill with his friends, leaving her at home to prep for tomorrow’s cooking. He’d used the usual excuses before he drove out. “You didn’t even make… Continue reading

  • A CHRISTMAS WISH

    #TwitchFriday #PicturePrompt #FlashFiction Immediately after Eka Mary died, Bennett began to ransack her bedroom. While the old woman’s body slowly cooled on the bed, he upended her biggest Ghana-must-go bags, wrinkling his nose at the strong smell of camphor as he tossed aside her faded clothes in search of something valuable. Finding nothing, he moved… Continue reading

  • FINDING THE SPIRITS

    #TwitchFriday #PicturePrompt #FlashFiction … 7-year-old Sammy wanted to be like his big brother, Ikenna; tall, strong, and intelligent. The 15-year old was trustworthy enough to go shopping for the house, and one day he would be too. He skipped along beside Ikenna, often looking up at him in adoration. It was one of those days… Continue reading

  • BURNING BUSH

    .#TwitchFriday #PicturePrompt #FlashFiction i. …AND BEHOLD, THE BUSH WAS BURNING, YET IT WAS NOT CONSUMED… The fire roared as it made quick work of the house. Just before its orange tongues began to lick the edges of the front door’s frame, a tall man leaped out of the house with a young boy in his… Continue reading

  • THE WRONG CAR

    #TwitchFriday #PicturePrompt #FlashFiction . i. THE SAMARITAN “Can I give you a lift to where you could get a cab?” Cynthia mulled over the offer. What other choice did she have? It was late – sometime past midnight – and the bushy spot on the highway where her car was parked looked dark. A harmattan… Continue reading