Writivism 2015 Stories: Juliet


The big toe on your left leg hurts. It throbs with a pain so violent that you walk with a limp. Your right leg steps harder than usual. Your left drags lightly above ground.

James, your friend, …

Memory on Canvas

He throws his frustration at the canvas, and with every stroke he makes a stab at forgetting; forgetting what she looked like; forgetting why he failed her.

There was such a time when he took pride in the decision he …

When I was writing my bones


I’m sitting on the cold floor of a hotel room in a strange town, crying. I’ve finally figured out why I came here. It wasn’t for solitude, as I had convinced myself and told my sisters when I left …






NOBODY saw them arrive.

But believe me when I say that everyone knew when they left; none of us on that street will forget even if we lived to be hundred.

They were two …

Spiritual Attack

NNEKA WENT to work in spite of what happened the previous day. Yesterday, she arrived at work and stared blankly at the Finacle software after she tried to log in for the fourth time. The veracity of the whispers she …


I HAVE given much thought to dying since I discovered my fate. I try to get used to the idea of death, to resign myself. Thoughts of the last minute, of falling into darkness, intrigue me and cause a shiver …


Red Lace

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