The voice bellowed through the hall ways, “Lights out! No more talking, smiling, giggly or even blinking.”
“Get into your beds. Lie down flat. Snore if you like or must. “
“BUT! No moving or singing. And if you must pray, don’t let God or me hear any sounds from your bed space.” The voice concluded.
She lay in the bed, quiet as a mouse.Her legs squeezed as tight as possible.
She needed to pee. You either peed before lights out or roughly 30 minutes after.
No one had mentioned bladder training on the school curriculum.
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First came the whistling, as similar to her as her own heartbeat.
Next came the tingling of the bells.
She watched for him.
Today was for shopping. There would be two boxes tied to the back seat of his bicycle. Full of fresh products for his stall.
But unlike other days, today he killed someone.
The death was swift.
The victim was split, lower limbs from torso; his intestines trailing from the spinning wheels.
Neither the victim, perpetrator or spectator expected it.
She had giggled, he had finally noticed her, but not Marvin the scarecrow.
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Cain had promised not to bring any more trouble to his table again.
Abel knew better than to trust those words, but surprisingly enough they had
held through for the last nine months. Longer than they had ever held.
Abel was starting to believe Cain had really turned a new corner. Until the
“God loves a cheerful giver, we
love any kind of giver, including dead ones. Pay the debt or your brother becomes
an unpleasant sacrifice.”
It was attached to the pulpit like a huge beacon.
This demand would ruin him. It would leave nothing unscorched.
Photo prompt by Lisa Fox.
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It broadened even more, his eyes twinkling like light orbs against the dark skies.
Eve sighed, whilst rolling her eyes.
“One would think we built this shelter to preserve things that would be destroyed when left open to the elements,” She continued.
“Alas I forethought we built it shelter precious treasures. Like you, my darling Eve.” Adam replied.
“I do not know what to make of those words, dear husband, for it appears you deem a baby turtle as precious as I.”
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Uchendu parked the vehicle in the yard. Its light blue colour glistened in
the sun, bright as the skies above.
The children starred in wonder.
His wife’s’ smile shone; she was the embodiment of a successful wife.
The naysayers had been shamed. Uchendu’s
growing success was evidence that her union to him had not been ill-fated. She
Uchendu embraced her, then walked through the house, straight to his mother’s
He smiled at her; she starred at him.
As your wealth increases so shall the silence of another on earth. They will
know by who’s hand it was wrought. The dibia’s words echoed silently through the room.
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Diabia: is a word from Igbo land in Nigeria. It refers to a sorceres . They often granted wealth to people a price.
The image reminded me of sorcerers and the price people pay for a future they must have.
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