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#EmmyshubStories ”SANDHURST” by Phylix Chika [Ongoing Story]

How do you tell the dead they are no longer alive? How do you plead with the beast that the mother denied? - From the tales of noon It was hot. But not scalding hot. Just hot enough to bring consciousness back. The ground beneath felt loose and almost soft, but also rough

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#EmmyshubStories “The Letter Game” Short Mystery-Horror by David Onyemaizu

He had always loved these little games. For him; they often provided a vivid sense of comfort and control, and of course the gap-toothed man liked to be in control of certain situations and this was just only one of them. He grinned gravely into the upright mirror which graced the

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#EmmyshubStories “Hieroglyphs” by David Onyemaizu |Complete

“Honestly speaking; this is going to be the best summer ever! Boohoo!” Kyle Dawson screamed loudly as we swerved round the turnpike on Salmon’s Groove, we had been travelling for almost four hours to the outskirts of New Jersey headed straight for Southside Valley which was reputed for its extensive

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#EmmyshubStories “FIFTEEN DAYS OF JUNE” |Ongoing Story

What do you do when you wake up one day and find the beautiful dreams you built over the years shattered before  your very eyes? You find yourself drowning into emptiness, your beautiful past becomes just a bunch of some distant, blur memories ============= Today Bukky found herself drowning into that emptiness, "Dr Cassandra,

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‘TRANCE’ a short thriller story by ‘Phylix Chika’

#Fiction Trance ====== It was beautiful, the sunset. It had an aura around it. Explaining it with words wasn’t a very easy thing to do. Especially the sunset up on the hills Ada had always treasured. It really was beautiful. One had to experience it to really understand just how radiant it was. Ada giggled. A radiant

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‘Mother’s Unconditional Murder’ By Onyeka Micheal Chiemelie

  His mother was my mother’s best friend. They did everything in common from gossiping and backbiting to calculating when their period cramps would fall through. The calendar dates were always marred with biro stains which I couldn’t fathom what it was until much later in life. Momma was always speaking in whispers around her. Momma told

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