PostsCommentsPayoutszerah (65)in Freewriters • 9 days agoLittle Ada _ Pic1000The small can is on the ground, Family and friends have all gather around. Waiting for the special reveal. Would it be a boy or a girl to be. Blue the say would be a boy. And pink a girl. Suddenly, pinkzerah (65)in The Ink Well • 9 days agoWeight Of The River"Useless! Rotten, muddy sludge-trap!" The roar of the river swallowed Musa’s scream. He stood in the stern of their narrow wooden boat, shaking a net that seemed like a little pull would tearzerah (65)in The Ink Well • 18 days agoJingle BellsDeep in the heart of the village of Oakhaven, where snow fell like powdered sugar and chimneys hummed with the scent of pine, lived an old woodworker named Silazerah (65)in The Ink Well • 25 days agoSilent LagosI jerked up from the bed. Something felt off. Something I couldn't pinpoint immediately. I listened but it wasn't there. Lagos wasn't announcing its morning properly. Lagos wasn't awake. I stood up andzerah (65)in The Ink Well • last monthFumeFume The room felt wrong. As my eyes flickered open. It wasn't hot. It wasn't cold. It was just wrong like the air on earth wasn't oxygen anymore. At first, I blamed it on stress. Of course, stress haszerah (65)in The Ink Well • last monthA Little Like HomeA Little Like Home The cold that hit me that morning as I stepped out of the train station was the kind of cold that sneaks under your jacket to settle inside your bones. Sunderland smelled of wet snowzerah (65)in Freewriters • 2 months agoPic1000: GlacierPic1000: Glacier We sailed past the glacier with your hand in mine, The world was so still, like we were the perfect characters I loved how you laughed as the snow kissed your hair, and I thought suchzerah (65)in Freewriters • 2 months agoPIC1000- The Girl And The WolfWhat I See A small girl in a red hood walking behind a big black wolf. They are in a quiet forest with orange leaves falling everywhere. The wolf looks a little scary but also calm. The girl doesn’t lookzerah (65)in The Ink Well • 2 months agoHard To Say GoodbyyeI woke up with a heavy heart that morning. But trust me, I had no plans of crying. The bright sun burnt my feet as I stood in front of my apartment staring at Mama Chinedu's door. Unlike every other Saturday,zerah (65)in The Ink Well • 3 months agoThe Fall Of Mama Chinedu The Fall Of Mama Chinedu It was a quiet Friday, the kind of day I had sought for weeks. There was no work for me that day. It was officially a public holiday. The kids were home too. There was no school.zerah (65)in Freewriters • 3 months agoPicture Prompt- A Worker And His DogPicture Prompt- A Worker And His Dog He bends to fix what’s broken, Hands busy but steady, giving it his all. Dusty clothes, sweaty face, It's all work but no fun Beside him is a friend with patient eyes.zerah (65)in The Ink Well • 3 months agoWithout CreditWithout Credit I remember the loud chatter at the office that morning. The slightest sound of fingers tapping restlessly against keyboards was as if I had a band group playing in my head. The fluorescentzerah (65)in The Ink Well • 3 months agoI Let Him Slip AwayI Let Him Slip Awayzerah (65)in The Ink Well • 3 months agoThe King’s CurseThe King’s Curse The night Prince Dawit was born, the sky over Axum darkened, cloudless. The stars hid as if they were scared, and a weird, heavy breeze blew. There was panic in the land, especially inzerah (65)in The Ink Well • 4 months agoThe Library of Unwritten BooksThe Library of Unwritten Books As a small girl, Adaeze used to leave half-finished stories she wrote everywhere. In her writing pad, her jotter, the back page of her school exercise books. From a songzerah (65)in The Ink Well • 4 months agoTo Good To Be Bad To Good To Be Bad I first met Ngozi at Mama Chinedu's sitting room one cloudy evening as I returned from work. She was sitting comfortably on my favourite couch. I'm in Mama Chinedu's sitting room, andzerah (65)in The Ink Well • 4 months agoBeneath The Ocean Beneath The Ocean “Kola, you need to see this.” Maya's voice sliced through the hum of the servers. I was almost about to hit the sack. But I pulled myself up and walked to her. "Morse code,"zerah (65)in The Ink Well • 4 months agoThe Morning CommuteThe Morning Commute The bus still smells of yesterday's sweat from tired bodies, dust from the road, and faint traces of fuel from the empty gallon nestled in-between the driver's seat and the frame. Izerah (65)in The Ink Well • 4 months agoThe Last ShipThe Last Ship. A tongue of salt water stretched into the city licking the edges of the cracked asphalt as if it was tasting its next meal. Waves splashed into buildings that once stood proud but now we'rezerah (65)in The Ink Well • 4 months agoThe Invisible War The Invisible War September 4, 2025. Lagos Island. Lagos is the opposite of itself. No danfo horns, no hawkers shouting, no Afrobeat spilling from speakers in roadside shops. The streets are as dead as
