Dec 11, 2013 | Non-Fiction |
By Fawn, I am of course, referring to that mythical creature that is a half-goat, half-man (notice how I mentioned the goat part first. That’s the interesting part. We don’t care about the other half that’s a man). Mr. Tumnus, from C.S....
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Jun 25, 2013 | Fiction, Mystery, Series, Short Stories |
“You can play it on the piano then.” He did not say this like he was urging me. It was more like a command that he expected me to obey. Motioning for me to follow him, he led the way to the half-opened door that led to the music room. As he pushed the door open, I...
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Jun 18, 2013 | Fiction, Mystery, Series, Short Stories |
Mama had not yet returned from work, and I had already been to Mama Peju’s shop. She did not have the house keys. That meant that I would have to wait outside the door until Mama came back. Today, that option was not-so-palatable. Waiting at Mama Peju’s shop was...
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Jun 11, 2013 | Fiction, Mystery, Series, Short Stories |
The Piano Book is my first published short story. I first published this story in 2012 on Smashwords. I received encouraging feedback and recently realized that I had never shared it here, on my blog. I believe you guys should be the first to know about my work, and I...
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Sep 13, 2012 | Fiction, Mystery, Series, Short Stories |
The following Monday before classes began, just about everyone in Temi’s class had heard about her Friday night ordeal. As she had expected, the girls did not believe Temi when she recounted her experience with Madam. One of her classmates had even resorted to...
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Sep 4, 2012 | Fiction, Mystery, Series, Short Stories |
Temi knew that tune. She was sure the whole school knew it too. It was the school song. The person – for Temi had decided only human beings could whistle – repeated the chorus three times. After the third time, the whistling stopped abruptly....
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Aug 29, 2012 | Fiction, Mystery, Series, Short Stories |
Temi woke up and looked into pitch darkness. Save for the snores of the other girls in her dormitory room, there was no other sound. Well, except for what she assumed to be crickets chirping. But it was not the crickets that had woken her up. “I...
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Hello, there! My name is Sharon and I am a Nigerian Fiction Writer, Taker of Pictures and Lover of Humor. Feel free to look around or say hello. I don't bite. Usually. :-) Thanks for stopping by.
