Featured Author: 
MIRROR
Pixabay
It was a woman that saved me. I came out of prison, half dead. I was completely broken, transformed. From that shattered mirror, I tried to build myself. I began by begging at motor parks. And there, she found me. She was a widow, she said as she gave me her phone number. Call me anytime, she said. I threw the piece of paper as soon as she was out of sight. I survived. On drugs and cheap street food, I survived. One night, beaten almost to death by my supplier for being unable to pay for my high, I heard my name. From troubled eyes, I peeped and there she was, her wings wide and glowing white, curved over her. She carried me to her home. She took care of me. She gave me life.
Featured Author: 
It's Okay To Dream Again.
Fhoto by the author
"I think it's time to let this pilot thing go," I told my best friend while he told me about how his dad was working on his admission.
"Why? My dad said you can become a pilot if you join the Nigerian Air Force," he replied and immediately, my hopes of becoming a pilot were renewed.
"Yes, I can be a pilot there but it would just be for combat," I replied.
"Pilot is pilot, you might find your way to study more abroad and become the pilot you wanted"
My friend encouraged me that day and I was motivated, I got the strength to try again.
Featured Author: 
The Puzzle; Time
Pixabay
Hannah retrieved the photo from the album and began tracing the faces of her grandparents. She had missed them more than life itself. Then she noticed something she hadn't observed in the past. In the picture, beside the window was the side view of a girl in a red dress. The exact type Hannah had on. She appeared to be leaving the window when the photo was captured. Hannah was stunned. “Who could she be?” she whispered. When Hannah flipped the back of the photo, the words she read shook her.
Featured Author: 
I'm Going In!
I could’ve said that I used to run down the halls with my old friends at my old school. I could have told them I wish school would end early and I could go to my old school and see my friends again. I could’ve said that at home, while my Mama naps all day I go to the live-action channel and watch Fierce Force Police Crew until something scary enough makes me change the channel. But I thought about those jam tarts again. Instead I chose the most detailed thing I could say about me and just said it.
“I’m Kaiden. My birthday is tomorrow.”
Featured Author: 
The secret ingredient
Pixabay
Malvika folded her arms and watched as her sister started making the potato curry.
"What if the secret ingredient is love?" her sister piped up.
They both looked at the tight-lipped woman staring back from the photo and burst out laughing.
"I am sure a woman who has written 19 leaves of mint in her recipe did not cook using love."
"Ugh, who adds precisely 19 leaves? I mean, you just sprinkle some on top." Her sister said it absent-mindedly as she stirred the curry.
Malvika's brows furrowed. "Give me the recipe album."
Featured Author: 
The examination I prayed to fail
Pexels
I joined the long queue of other students as we marched in a straight line into the academy, surrounded by fierce-looking soldiers with their fingers professionally placed on their rifles. "This is not the life I want," I soliloquy as I walked along the straight line in shirt and trouser. The night of my arrival at Kaduna happened to be the eve of the examination, and I kneeled down to whisper a prayer to my God. "Lord God, help me to fail this examination." Perhaps it was a selfish prayer, but I found it hard to turn my optimistic brother, who wished to have his dear younger brother also in the military.
Featured Author: 
The Defeated
Pexels
Noo! My inner voice yelled. I wasn't mentally prepared to play a football match.
On arrival, the team we were playing against had female players who looked really intimidating. If I didn't know that it was an only female match, I could have sworn that those girls were boys. Yes, they looked that intimidating. At this juncture, all hope was lost. Our dream of taking the medal home was mercilessly tarnished. The game had already ended before it began.
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