SCHEDULE: 1) Characterization: Focus on side/secondary characters. 🔸Activity: To be decided. 2) Setting: White room (The concept of characters performing action and dialogue in what seems like a white space. Lack of proper physical description) 🔸Activity: I’ll write a dialogue, action and other elements of fiction from a scene but leave out any description of…
She jerked at the sound of her name. Her hands jostled as she capped the bottle before turning to face the woman who had peered into the bathroom.
“Yes?” She held the pills behind her back.
“Are you okay?”
“Erm.. Yes, I am.” Durotayo hoped she looked in control of her feelings.
She had started to lose her control in the party. It had started with yelling, then screaming before she felt the dread of loss that had characterized her life.
SEPTEMBER 14, 2014
I met a very annoying woman today. You know all those smart know it all women. This one wasn’t wearing glasses though and she wasn’t so thin and ugly. She wasn’t even dressed like a frumpy blend between a deeper life woman and a depressed teacher but she was still a know-it-all.
I am a writer trying to express the world I know, see and imagine through my digital ink. And in the Nigeria I know, sex is a pretty big deal socially, spirtually and morally. Let me explain:
It’s been a while since I put my pen to a paper to draw or sketch. I’ve been so focused on writing, mixing and matching words that I let my love for drawing wane like a candle left out in the sun. I forgot how therapeutic drawing is. I would usually say “Don’t let your…
CAUGHT: A short story of love and betrayal. This is the first of a series of posts.
Hello Awesome human or alien or whatever. Welcome to the month of February. A month widely proclaimed far and wide to be the month of love. Why? Because February 14th, the day called valentine, is just twelve days away. For those who are in a relationship, it’s a good time to celebrate with gifts. I…
I used to write a whole list of all the things I wanted to achieve in a year. I would write them in a piece of paper and convice myself that these would lead me to better me. How foolish I was back then.
A thousand eyes glance at me. Some see grey. Some see black. But never white. My sins, older than me, are darker than I am. My cup of blood and dirt dost runneth over. I was born in this pit of black. So to a thousand eyes I remain, An eyesore, a vice, A black…
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