SHORT STORY: How I Sold My Love for an Empty Future

When I discovered that more than seventy percent of the sisters in the fellowship sleep with unknown men from time to time for survival, I wept and almost died in my room. I managed to walk up to a phone booth to call my elder sister who was my sponsor. I waited patiently for her to pick up the phone when it rang.

“This is Shelly, can I help you, please?” I was delighted to hear her voice from the other end of the line.

After the normal greeting/protocols, I told her I needed some money.

“What’s up, you got enough.” Her voice sounded light.

SHORT STORY: He Raped Me and God was Watching

Cece, a pretty girl of about twenty stepped out of a flashing convertible car half-naked. Her long creasy curved legs exposed right into her upper thighs. She wore a skinned mini pants so tight that all her curves seemed uncovered. She was chewing gum as she peeled off her top jacket exposing a tiny sleeveless body-hug top that left her oversized breast almost falling out of their traps.

“Cece!” a virile voice bellowed from the Faculty of Arts car park, it belongs to Dan, a black, tall handsome-looking chap as he waved his folder in excitement.

“Hi” she spat musically, walking towards him.

Dan accessed her pitifully and narrowed his eyes shamefully, his disappointment was boldly written on his shiny black face.