Weekly short story prompt from The Ink Well

My best friend showed up at my house yesterday with a swollen face and two boxes. "My goodness! What happened to your face?" I shouted, grabbing her by the hand and leading her to my couch. Her

Greg had just finished work at the office. Him and his colleague, Ashley were the only ones left in the office. It was 5pm. Greg packed his things and made his way out of the office. "I'll be going

Victor is a graphics designer whose old laptop has become more of a weapon fashioned against him than an actual work tool. Sometimes when clients chat him up for work, he gets frustrated and starts to

pixabay Wedding bells! I'm getting married! I'm getting married! I'm getting married! Anita announced to her friend one evening as she danced and waved her fingers about to show her friends that she has

Sam lived in an old apartment, alone except for the dust that seemed to accumulate faster than he could ignore it. He had a routine of sorts, coming home late after working two jobs that barely scratched

Right from time Mama Chisom was never a fan of banks. She did trust one back in 1994, but it went on to disappoint her by swallowing four years of her savings. All she got back in return was a handwritten

Our receipt machine at Spendless supermarket is a complete joke, like, it won't stop misbehaving. And the funniest and most amazing part is that it acts differently based on who's on shift. Like, I'm sure

─── ❖ ── ✦ ── ❖ ─── ✦ Aphrodite's Mirror ✦ 📸 In the depths of the Aegean Sea, sometimes calm, sometimes chaotic, where the foam sings at dawn and the doves, swans and seagulls go indistinctly from the

Today's prompt has got me reminiscing about what happened years ago, which has also shaped my way of doing things since then. When I was in secondary school, my aunt was my sponsor. She was responsible

The first time Adaobi thought deeply about the word receipt, she was standing in front of a small kiosk in Ojuelegba, clutching a nylon bag filled with rice, sardines, detergent, and a loaf of bread already

Amina had always been told from a very young age that marriage required patience and was built on the foundation of trust. Back when she was in university when her friends complained endlessly about cheating

The receipt was still in his pocket when Emeka buried his father. He had forgotten it was there, tucked in alongside a folded tissue and a parking stub from Tuesday. It was only later, much later, when

On the same evening that Aisha discovered the paper, it began to rain. Not heavy rain. Only the lazy Lagos variety which made danfo drivers angry, and made the dust on the road black mud. It was at the

Musa had always heard stories of the big city and the numerous oppurtunities that came with it and so many peoples stories that turned from grass to grace within a few months and bearing this in mind Musa

Hello everyone, you're welcome to my blog today. Today I'm going to be talking about receipts. Some of us live in homes where receipts are very important. Some of our parents are shop owners or run businesses

A girl named Humayra she always hated checking receipts. She disliked to carry the receipt paper and used to throw it away. She could care less about the receipts that she was not even bothered to look

It began raining before the time of the closing. At 8 o'clock water had already begun to collect in small muddy pools outside the old supermarket at Ojodu Berger. The signboard was feeble over the door

source It was a bright day and the weather wasn't cloudy or harsh. I was sitting at my usual spot, as the loud noises were oozing all around as usual, and then the playing ground was filled with students