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I like short stories, I wrote some on one NL competition sometimes ago cc divepen1


I think that competition is no more

Let's do this for fun.

I will go first, short story, 75 words.


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Title : The Breadloser

You bought Akara, you bought bread. It was 10pm. You were late from work. Where u went to play.

You kept walking the long and often lonely distance, that night. When you got to your new abode, it dawned on you that you didn't buy water.
Well, you just threw the bread and akara away.
No water. You neednt buy anything... anyway.

You have no neighbors, its a new cemetery in the middle of nowhere.

Then it dawned on you that the bread and akara was all you got for the night and might as well even be your morning food, you hiss in regret as you begin to search for the akara in the dark then you quickly remember it your Nokia phone in your back pocket, slowly you brought it out and with few flashes of your torchlight you find your treasure.
With wide smiles you pick it up calmly dusting away the sand and checking if the akara got soiled, so lost where you in this important work till you heard the rustling, you swung round and flashed your light.....TBC

HONESTFACT101:
Then it dawned on you that the bread and akara was all you got for the night and might as well even be your morning food, you hiss in regret as you begin to search for the akara in the dark then you quickly remember it your Nokia phone in your back pocket, slowly you brought it out and with few flashes of your torchlight you find your treasure.
With wide smiles you pick it up calmly dusting away the sand and checking if the akara got soiled, so lost where you in this important work till you heard the rustling, you swung round and flashed your light.....TBC

You are a very good writer

But my story has ended.

The character was a newly buried guy

You should have written an entirely new story of 75 words

Pls do, looking forward to read it...

illicit:

You are a very good writer
But my story has ended.
The character was a newly dead guy
You should have written an entirely new story of 60 words
Pls do, looking forward to read it...

i don't normally write though but I'll try

Home Alone

I checked the kitchen again. It was empty as expected but I kept hearing the foot steps. Who could that be?

It was my first time alone in this new neighbourhood. Susan was away for a church program. I should have gone with her but she insisted I stay. As I felt the steps get closer I knew I had to do something. I looked around for a weapon just in case. Five homes have been robbed in the last two days.

I waited for the steps to get closer. I stood still with the TV remote in my hand, it was the best I could find. I stood there for almost 30 minutes but nothing happened.

The next day I insisted on going to church with Susan.

Jack273:
Home Alone

I checked the kitchen again. It was empty as expected but I kept hearing the foot steps. Who could that be?

It was my first time alone in this new neighbourhood. Susan was away for a church program. I should have gone with her but she insisted I stay. As I felt the steps get closer I knew I had to do something. I looked around for a weapon just in case. Five homes have been robbed in the last two days.

I waited for the steps to get closer. I stood still with the TV remote in my hand, it was the best I could find. I stood there for almost 30 minutes but nothing happened.

The next day I insisted on going to church with Susan.

Nice story

The shortest story ever written is a story of 6 words by Ernest Hemmingway, my muse

The story read ' For sale. Baby's shoes. Never worn.


Do you understand this story?





Next one 60 words, let's go

SURVIVAL OF THE SICKEST

You see, a lion approached me, I looked up.

I didnt hurry, neednt shout, wouldnt stop, just walked.

Towards it?

Ofcourse! I perspirated.
It hates moisture so I got wet.

I kept moving.

As it perceived me, I screamed, Loudly...!

Puzzling, right?

But it worked. The lion was flabbergasted.

You think I am crazy right? The lion probably thought I was crazy too.

So it just walked away?
Yeah, I wouldn't be here, hadn't it.

illicit:


Nice story

You exceeded the word count of 75 words tho

Thanks

By the time I realized, it was too late to start editing

SHINE SHINE BOBO


I was drunk.

My bed was probably drunk too.

Because I pissed and threw up in it.


I saw everything oscillating.

The ceiling fan rolls when it works but now it rolls like it's waving.

It was noon and I guess NEPA guys were at the gate banging.

Did u know they got beaten approximately 20 minutes later because they posted the wrong bill or cut the wrong wire I don't know what and I still don't know what because I was inebriated?

When I woke up there was no light in the whole avenue anyway.

I was the only one with solar power.

My house will besieged sooner or later.

MASQUE

Agbó stood still as the masquerades made their parade through the streets. Earlier that day, I had gone to the farm to get mama some firewood when I sighted them from afar. I watched in awe as they waved their sticks while people threw money and gifts at them.

Wow. So easy. In two years time when I turn 9, I would like to become a masquerade. Then I can make enough money and give mama the life she deserves.

COLD SHOULDER

But then you remember, yet you can't actually remember.

Because it is cold, or should I say you are cold

You were in the morgue alright and a man that doesn't really look like a man anymore was laid on a stretcher behind the door.

There was your brother too, standing beside the mortician, shivering and his face was white.
He is fine.

But it's cold, So cold.

It's definitely not fever, it is bone chilling and you were laid on a stretcher, in nothing but your birthday suit and a tag on your hallux.
Cold.
Stone cold.
It is the reason you are cold and you can't even whisper or shiver....

Pains and scars..

Every scar has a story but this story comes with pain..

Well I think everything happens for a reason..
The scars and pains built him up..

Write yours

For Our Love Has No End

‘He threw himself off that tower" she said

“In this parish?" He asked.

“Yes” she replies

“Why though"

“Evelyn said his last words were ‘If I cant have you, i want nothing else’. ”

“Hmmm, too dramatic for a boy of that age”

“What do you mean?” she asks.

“Ask Evelyn”

Evelyn is shaking violently under the blanket that's drawn over her shoulders. It looks as though she had seen the world end before her very eyes. Constantly gazing up the tower, she shakes her head, whimpers and cries all over again. She had refused any further interrogation as the only witness to the suicide of Jacob.

Looking up at the tower for the millionth time, she stands, letting the blanket fall in a heap behind her. Straightening her back, she walks towards the tower. With every step, her heart thumps, beating hazardly against its cages, threatening to burst open.

Throwing the windows open, she says,

“I might as well be your Juliet"

StoryGPT


At a fancy dinner, Dave nervously eyed his date and went for a confident sip of soup. But instead of tasting delicious lobster bisque, he felt something tugging at his lips—his tie was dangling in the bowl. Horrified, he yanked it out, flinging soup across the table. His date gasped, covered in bisque. Flustered, Dave tried to apologize but knocked over his water, drenching her further. She sighed, took a breadstick, and dunked it in her hair. "Might as well make it a full course," she said, laughing. Dave instantly knew she was the one.

Why the rich suddenly go broke

There was once a man named "Obi". He was a rich guy, but tragedy struck when he started assisting people who had potential but refused to work. His Chi was not happy with that, so he began to go broke. Obi wondered why he suddenly went broke from being a rich guy to a poor guy.

He woke up in the middle of the night and asked what could have happened to him. He realized that if everyone was like the poor people who have the energy and capabilities to work but chose to beg, the world would not be a better place. When he noticed someone approaching him for aid, he changed his demeanor and began to look away. His Chi was pleased with his new ideas and he began to rise again.

Once you approach Obi for help, he will tell you to go and work or rather, direct you to where you can find one.

Sometimes you need to check yourself to see if you are making your Chi angry so as not to remain stagnant in life. Obi learned his lessons and has been productive ever since he came about that idea. Not only that, but he changed the perception of some beggars that they have to work otherwise, no good for them. ( That doesn't mean he ignored the ones who needed it the most)




Note: It says 100 words short, but I had to make it long to pass a message to some people. You need to educate some of the people who beg on the road or stay by a shop to tax people for money. (The ones with complete bodies who you think can work)

Vote Wisely next time....

It was in 2015 and Mr President warned Nigerians...

That they would go Backwards in life if they voted for Buhari and the APC that was packaged by Tinubu

The Unintelligent Majority refused to listen to Goodluck Jonathan...

They voted for Buhari twice...

And repeated the same mistake and voted for Jagaban even when they knew the man had nothing upstairs.

Today they are crying 😭😭😭

Ebin pawa ooo

Una never see anything...

Emi L'okan + Awa L'okan = Perpetual Ebi L'okan

There was once a power-drunk drug Baron who installed an incompetent retired General as President and allowed him destroy the country's economy for 8years just so that he would have his turn (emilokan) to rule.

But alas! The Retired General killed the economy and the drug baron later took over to bury the country.

Tinubu is a disaster, Tinubu is a disaster, Tinubu is a disaster, Tinubu is a disaster, Tinubu is a disaster, Tinubu is a disaster, Tinubu is a disaster, Tinubu is a disaster, Tinubu is a disaster, Tinubu is a disaster, Tinubu is a disaster, Tinubu is a disaster, Tinubu is a disaster, Tinubu is a disaster, Tinubu is a disaster, Tinubu is a disaster, Tinubu is a disaster, Tinubu is a disaster, Tinubu is a disaster, Tinubu is a disaster, Tinubu is a disaster, Tinubu is a disaster, Tinubu is a disaster, Tinubu is a disaster, Tinhbu is a disaster, Tinubu is a disaster, Tinubu is a disaster, Tinubu is a disaster, Tinubu is a disaster, Tinubu is a disaster, Tnubu is a disaster, Tinubu is a disaster

I sat across him with bars between us, I am not just his unfortunate student therapist but flesh meant to be smoked and eaten with relish in a different setting.

A fixed smile on his face, same his several victims saw before darkness befell them. 60 minutes to endure this sickening monster, I wish I hadn't been rotated here. His grunts jolted me back to the present and a face that has lost every humanity.....17 eaten humans, 4 corpses still unaccounted for....this is my last trimester before graduation, I must survive my practicim in this psychiatric facility

As the sun set over the ocean, Chioma walked alone on the beach, her footsteps washed away by the waves. She stumbled upon a weathered bottle, its cork worn smooth. Inside, a note read: "For the one who seeks solace in the tide." Chioma smiled, feeling an inexplicable connection. She wrote her own message, rolled it up, and placed it in the bottle. As she threw it into the sea, the waves whispered secrets, and Chioma felt the weight of her heart slowly drift away with the fading light. In that moment, she was free.

Akpu Akpu Akpu Akpu Akpu Akpu Akpu Akpu Akpu Akpu

People de find how them go chop , u de say make there come tell you story

You well

We met online, starting with casual conversations about life, work, and the small things that filled our days. What began as friendly chats soon deepened into something more meaningful. We found common ground in our hopes and dreams, spending late nights talking, sometimes enjoying the quiet between our messages. As the months passed, distance didn’t seem to matter; I felt closer to her than anyone else before. When we finally met in person, everything clicked. Her smile and presence were even more wonderful than I’d imagined. That first hug confirmed what I already knew—she was the one for me.

The city was once a beacon of hope, but now it was a shadow of its former self. The streets, once bustling with life, were now littered with trash and filled with the stench of decay. The public services, once reliable, were now non-existent. The politicians, once elected to serve the people, were now only concerned with lining their own pockets. The people, once hopeful, were now despairing.