Short Story

Lower

I suddenly found myself standing in the middle of a dimly lit room. The air was hot, practically scorching, and carried the faint, sickly sweet smell of burning sugar. I spun slowly, trying to orient myself, and immediately realized I was in some sort of line. As soon as I attempted to turn back around,…

Play Time

The light flooding my room is momentarily blinding. I squint, disoriented by the sudden shift, and try to gather my bearings, but my limbs are stiff and I’m dragged out of my room before I can make sense of anything. My eyes begin to sting as I imagine the day ahead, and I blink back…

Funmi

I first met Funmi when I was fifteen, in my fourth year of secondary school. My parents had been separated for two years by then, and I’d returned from London with my father the year before—someone I hated with fervent intensity. I loved my mother dearly, however, and I didn’t want to burden her with…

The Night Pass

The sharp smell of blood eventually roused Henry from his sleep, his hands pressed over his eyes as he tried to quiet the pounding behind them. Straightening up in bed, he noted the sweat dripping from his body and the dampness of the shirt plastered to his chest. Aside from the smell, he was struck…