My parents used to tell me that my first words were “book” and “read.” That was how much I loved reading in my early days and till this day. However, what comes with reading so much, is the active imagination that I needed an outlet for. These are some of the stories that were the result.
My Cursed Eyes
I have never been a superstitious person. I hate the occult as much as I hate victim blaming and men objectifying women. It may be related to my religion or, most likely, my sensitive nature...
Always Watching
The world is colorless. Everyone is terrified. Art classes no longer bring joy to the would have been budding artists. The STEM clubs have been divided into two groups:…
All I Ever Wanted
“Euphonious! I loved it! You did bloody brilliant my dear! Now you just rest up until your next show tomorrow night.” My father exclaimed, his British accent thick, as he clapped me on the back…
The Girl with the Purple Eyes
Huff, huff. Huff, huff. I ran as if my life depended on it, which it did. I could hear James’ men behind me. If they caught me, they would take me back to him. I couldn’t go back...
No One to Trust
Something was seriously wrong. My boyfriend, Todd and I had been in the library when we heard a commotion and tons of students running towards something...
Metropolis Everbound
As President Monroe looked out at her beautiful urban city, The Metropolis, she sighed. Her city was having disagreements with the suburb town, Trade-Smith, and she was afraid they were on the brink of war...
Lilac and Lenny
“YOU WHAT?!” I winced as my father reprimanded us. “Dad…you heard me. I really don’t understand why you’re so mad. Lilac did us all a favor,” my twin brother, Lenny, said. I shrink back in my seat as my father’s face turns red, then purple, with rage…
There comes a point in your life when you need to stop reading other people’s books and write your own.
Albert Einstein
Deborah Afolabi 