MACABRE
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THE FUGITIVE
The hunt was on. “Subject 18 sighted. Approach?” “Affirmative. We’ll stay out of sight but in range.” “Contact ETA, one minute.” “Stay sharp, team. He’s a slippery one.” “Affirmative. Red Alert One.” “Prepare to move in.” “Project Shoel is a go. I repeat, Project Shoel is a go. Move in…” The man emerged from the… Continue reading
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STALKER
Benson was being followed. He kept looking back as he stumbled on through the trees, the heavy backpack making him huff. He adjusted the straps and dug his phone out of his pocket. It was sometime past midnight, and the area was quiet. There wasn’t much chance that he’d run into anyone. He liked it… Continue reading
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THE DREAM
First there was the lightning and wind, then there was the sound, louder than anything she’d ever heard. Afterwards, came the screams. Sometimes it was her voice, sometimes it was not. “Ndifreke! Ndifreke, no! Ndifreke!” Then there was heat and fire, bright and hot… And then she would wake up. Joanne hurried down the dark… Continue reading
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BAD LUCK SARAH
Sarah was tired. She was having a day from hell, but since when was that new? Her life was a tragic story – lost her parents in a car accident as a toddler, her sole – and abusive – guardian died when her shop collapsed, and just three weeks ago, her fiancé’s jeep almost taking… Continue reading
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OUT, DAMNED SPOT!
Shola set up the camera, her hands shaking. She made sure the entire door was in the shot, and that the light in the corridor beyond it was on. Ready, she gingerly perched on the edge of her bed and tried to still her racing heart. Her two children were asleep in their bedroom and… Continue reading
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MORAL SUPPORT
The parked car was hot. The air-conditioner was on, but turned low. It was early February but the nippy evening was still in the grip of a harmattan that refused to let go. Still, the windows of the car began to fog up as heat built up within it. The jeep was parked in a… Continue reading
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NIGHTLIGHT
Almost everyone loved Baby Chioma. The three-month-old was cute, healthy and peaceful. She rarely cried, and even then, only made small blustery sounds that quickly ended when she was picked up, fed or cleaned. One could hardly tell that only a month ago, the baby’s mother had died suddenly from post-partum complications. Baby Chioma easily… Continue reading
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UPLOAD
… UPLOAD Even in Heaven, there was doubt. Being 2-22 floated before the shimmering walls, very still. But within him, several thoughts combated with aeons of obedience. Did this have to happen? Was it so important to make sure The Word That Was came to pass? Did it never get wearying, and perhaps feel unfair,… Continue reading
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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
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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
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