Category Archives: Very Short Stories

The Lucky Dream


It was a large area of land covered with darkness, no single light, no oxygen, tall trees but the number of people presents there is known by the chattering of noise they make.
People were shouting and murmuring!

“Move faster, faster, if only you want to survive”, that was the voice of the commandant of the place urging us to move to the other side where there is light and oxygen to breathe.
But the place is so dangerous, full of nails and other sharp cutting materials on the ground.

Walking so tired because I have nearly exhausted the time I could hold my breath, the voice keep shouting: “Move faster” and this time it was as if the person with the voice is running towards me.

I wanted to move faster but the sharp cutting objects fell me down and I woke up to struggle removing the bedspread from my nose. My body was full of hot sweat!

Was it a nightmare or God was trying to wake me up before I die with the bedspread wrapped on my nose?

© Chris Ekong

Peter And Argument


It is a lie; the guy is the best; over my dead body, I can’t accept it even with the presence of a gun pointed straight to my head!

That is how Peter will always argue with his voice above the roof especially when he is as drunk as this!

With a short stick pointed over his head, “You have the guts to argue with me? Even after I spent dollars here to buy you drink! You mean even with this number of people present in this bar, you still have the audacity to argue and want me to succumb to your own opinion?”.
To Peter; the guy’s face is red, I mean red that his mustache stood up!

“I’m sorry please, I don’t want to die now but hope to die someday when it is due, please remember they may ask you of me, they may say where is him that went out with you? Please forgive me, I won’t argue again”.

© Chris Ekong

Ricky And Dream Kiss


His name is Ricky, known for being an angry boy.

Sleeping alone in his one small little room at the extreme of the apartment leaving the door ajar. He is currently chatting with a girl under the cool serene walkway of their college environment and the girl seeming to fall in love with him, he stretches for a kiss with his lips moving. I stood there amazed as he struggle on bed. Not wanting to let this continue as it looks scary to me, I tapped him and he gets up with a silly face to be angry with me for not allowing him have a taste of the girl’s lips.
All this made known after I received a slap from his long-short-fingered hand followed by a sorry.

© Chris Ekong