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<div style="text-align:center;"> <h2>Creative Nonfiction in The Ink Well Prompt #151</h2> <img width="100%" src="https://cdn.leonardo.ai/users/8ea275cc-aceb-469c-b74d-8d55e2c8…

 I watched Mr Cortez from the window of my office, whistling and doing his job joyf…

 When the _Ocean Pearl_ left the dock that morning, I had nothing else on my mind o…

 4:00 a.m. I heard the alarm ring so loudly. I struggled to open my eyes. They wer…

 The taste of Mama Idy's bole (roasted plantain) and beans filled my taste buds. My…

 I’ve spent so much of my life chasing what’s next that I hardly ever pause to look…

 You know that hunger that crawls up your stomach and bites its painful fangs in yo…

 I was nothing less than seventeen years old the first time it happened. I was just…

 Kemi tried keeping her eyes open inside her dark shades. They felt heavy from the …

 It has been a hectic day for me as a primary school teacher. The rain had poured n…

 The sky over the Port Harcourt port was thick with unshed tears. The smell of the …

 I crunched hard on the last plantain chip in my hand and smiled at my laptop. The …

 The last thing he remembers was a loud crash and his car veering off the bridge an…

 I was very sure my whole body regretted going with me on that early morning. The w…

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 “Mummy, who built that scary sand shark?” Jnr asked as we walked away from the be…

 I had always known that Mum wasn't her happy self anymore, months after Papa's dea…

 The silence from Mama Chinedu was deafening that particular day. No text. No teasi…

 The sun gently leaned toward its nest, casting long shadows across the compound th…

 In a line of shoes and boots, A small cat sits, serene and playful. Watching ov…