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Meet one of our Judges, Inufin Ayomide D’great. He is a poet per excellence who has excelled in and mastered the art of making English conform to his writing whims.

Owing to his writing prowess, Ayomide has recently been profiled by Wikipedia as a globally recognized poet.

Some of his 12 achievements are:

* 2004 Goshen Boys & Girls writing competition (runner up)

* Best orator and winner 2015 Professor Atinmo oratory competition, University of Ibadan

* 2016 MidasMinds Literary Inc winner Short story category

* 2017 PCG Dynamite Awards Overall best poet, most creative writer, best Poetry collaboration

* 2018 runner up Poetry & Prose Hood Valentine competition

* 2018 PCG Dynamite Awards Overall best poet, most creative writer, best Poetry collaboration, King of the year, Poem of the year with the poem *Ayo has a boyfriend*, writerolic of the year.

The list of the top 20 stories to qualify for the judging stage is ready. The list was compiled following five-day the voting process where some stories had almost 300 votes to their names.

Shortlisted writers for Flash Fiction Writing Contest:

1. Dela Azojani Adeorike

2. Stephen Ezennwa

3. Jesutofunmi Fekoya

4. Hauwa Hala Nuraddeen

5. Umeh Prisca Ijeoma

6. Deborah Johnson

7. Nana Khadija Yahaya

8. Mary Emmanuel Bawa

9. Eniola Balogun

10. Idris Ayanfe

11. Chiziterem Chijioke

12. OYENIRAN TOFUNMI EUNICE

13. Ruqayyah Saghir Nabage

14. Yunusa Ibrahim

15. Gift Ukay

16. Ishola Ubaidah

17. Annie Ifinedo

18. Rabi Lawal

19. Aisha Bint Mahmud

20. Khadija Musa

All 20 shortlisted stories were beautifully relayed but only three will winners will be announced on the 28th.

The judges will judge based on story line, theme, how well the rules were followed, diction, punctuation and many other factors.

2nd Runner up- N2,000

1st runner up- N3,000

Winner- N10,000.

May the very best story win. Best of luck to all.

TAKEN

By Jesutofunmi Fekoya. 


Rukkaya adjusted, looking for a comfortable position. It was hard to find one with the ropes tightly binding her wrists and legs. For several days, she had been kept in that foul smelling house with the same cloth they had taken her with. 
The day another girl was brought, Rukkaya’s once forgotten plans to escape were revived. The girl looked like a seven year old and yet she had suffered much. Her eyes were swollen and her face was covered in bruises. She was thrown to the floor and left there. 
When Rukkaya asked her to help release her bonds, she didn’t expect much. But the young girl still had fire in her. Groaning in pain, she sat up and crawled towards her. It took several hours to untie her, hours which felt like days to Rukkaya. Finally, the ropes were off, just in time because one of her captors entered. Like a bullet, the little girl pounced on the man, taking him unaware. He tripped and something slid towards Rukkaya, bringing her out of her shock. 
A smile spread on her face as she picked up the gun and trained it on him. Smiling, she pulled the trigger. 

By Jummai Umar

“Greetings, Jonathon.” She patted her purse, making sure all her belongings were inside and smiled. Jonathon was surprised to see her—how would she know his business at the port? 

“What a welcome surprise.”, he said in a friendly tone, trying to conceal his nervousness. “What brings you here?” 

“I never thought you would disrespect our mother so openly.”, she said, gesturing to the bodies on the ship, being transported to a life of servitude. 

“You know I have no choice. Business is booming, and you see what types of returns these good provide me.”, Johnathon said in a patient, yet condescending voice. He was the wealthiest man in town.

“Have you forgotten who we are? Those people are our brothers.” she said calmly. She looked into his eyes, searching for any remorse, any excuse for her to delay his fate. She adjusted her purse. 

“It doesn’t matter. Money is money.” He turned and waved as he walked towards his ship. 

“And your money– and life shall come to an end.” She reached into her purse. Her mother always told her that she would have no choices in life, just things she had to do. Smiling, she pulled the trigger.  

By Umeh Prisca Ijeoma

          Crowing cocks and screeching birds together with the rays of light that found it’s way through her window, announced the dawn of the morning. It’s been exactly two months she had been living with this stranger who saved her from her captors despite being one of them. She’s still perplexed as to why Ruth saved her.          Learning of the reason for her caption and torture and the person responsible wasn’t easy to take in but she had to as all evidence pointed against her. She developed great hatred and had one primary goal in her heart – to kill the source of her pain.Arming herself adequately, she went to the house where she had lived for seven years with this devil’s incarnate. She saw him having fun with his mistress whom was the reason she was treated the way she was. She was moved to tears as the sweet thoughts of the time they spent together came rushing back to her head. Unfortunately, the hatred she now felt overpowered it and she had to put on a lingering smile. She louded the revolver and pointed the gun at him, smiling, she pulled the trigger.

Excerpt from Act of Time

By Dahiru Amina.

Every day we make choices, what shoe to wear? What food to eat? Every day we make choices that define how the day goes. We are wired to know the difference between pain and gain, and every choice we make is either one of them, has to be one of them

We’ve been given a pen and book and our destinies are all what we write them out to be. Regardless of how intelligent you might be, you are bound to have a lapse of judgement. 

So, here I was sitting across a forty-five year old man, a bottle of insecticide and between us a confession note and a suicide note. 

“The choice is yours but you’ve got to make a decision in 10 minutes or you lose the right to a choice. Tick tock” 

Title: Time Flux

By Deborah Johnson

This was it, she thought. This was the beginning and end all at once. Everything she did in this moment would define her future, past and  present. 
She’d been stuck in time before, it wasn’t pretty and right now, if she didn’t stop this monster of a man from activating the quantum accelerator, it would be the end of the world as she knew it.  
She swallowed her tears at the thought of her son and yelled. 
“Stop!”At the mad scientist, holding up a gun which she had picked up during one of her fight with the guards. 
“Stop or I’ll shoot”She yelled again, more forcibly 
“Never”He said, laughing maniacally  as he hit the activation button on the accelerator, ducking behind it for safety. 
“No! “She screamed, she couldn’t let all those people die. But that would mean she would die instead, because of the countless experiments done on her, she was connected to the machine, this was their plan all along!. 
Time slowed down as she struggled to make the hardest decision of her life. 
“I’m sorry”She whispered with tears in her eyes, to no one in particular and smiling, she pulled the trigger.

By Bilkisu Musa


“An eye for an eye, nothing more. He shall taste the bitterness of a bleeding heart, an eye for an eye!”  

Amina’s voice was audible enough to wake the dead. “He will have a taste of his own medicine”. With her mind all made up she drew the duvet to herself. Her head sore from all the tears. At her parent’s graves, she had took a handful of sand, with a firm intention she promised. “I will put Alhaji Adam in his grave while you are still fresh in here. Wallahi!” she swore. All grieved, Amina planned her revenge. she had heard his voice while mother stuffed her underneath the bed prior to her dead. Now, full darkness is all she awaits for punishment to be served. He’s still here amidst her family mourning the same people he killed. Slowly she crawled out of bed and headed for Alhaji Adams room. With the gun she had found on her father’s lifeless body held in her palm, she twisted the door handle. He was sitting on the bed, “Shhhhh!” she pointed the gun at him. Smiling, she pulled the trigger. 

By Michael Metu

Seventeen ways, that’s how many ways I imagined killing her. She completely ruined my childhood and left me with nightmares. The first time she abused me, nobody else was at home. She did terrible things to me like stuffing her breasts in my mouth, and later telling me to lie down on my back while she sat on my face. Her Vagina smelt like fish. I never forget the smell because I hated the smell of fish. Her hands were rough on my little penis, it was painful. She told me not to tell anyone about it, I never did. I was six and stupid. Dad was a hunter and Mum was a trader. My parents never suspected anything. Every night she waits for mum to start moaning, and then she comes to abuse me. I prayed to God on most nights, nothing happened. She always leave me with a painful erection so every morning I woke up with a sore penis.One night I threatened to scream and she brought Dad’s hunting gun to scare me. I knew she could shoot and was scared, but when she started touching my penis, I could not take it and I screamed my lungs out. I must have woken the neighbourhood. My parents rushed out and caught her pants down. Dad rushed at her with rage, she was still with the gun and maybe because she was scared of Dad, she pulled the trigger on Dad. I was screaming the whole time. 
Realizing she was going to be lynched, she pointed the gun to her head and smiling, she pulled the trigger. 

Kitchen Thief

By Abodunrin Basheet

It was early Sunday morning. I’ve  prepared for church. The hungry I was feeling was beyond discripption. I went into the parlor waiting for food. I saw mum coming from the kitchen, heading to her room to prepare also. As I realized she was out of my sight,I went quietly into the kitchen to know what she had cooked. I quietly open the pot in a way that it makes no sound . I saw some brown  fried-chickens. I couldn’t bear leaving without tasting aleast one. I took one, put it in my mouth, then quickly covered the pot and acted like I took nothing. I stood at the entrance, facing parlor(chewing the sweet chicken and not wanting to open mouth).

The parlor was empty. when I finished eating that,  I went in again to take another. This time around, I assumed no one was watching niether near. I opened the pot carelessly, took a chicken and put it to my mouth. I covered the pot, got ready to be  going, my younger sister bump into the kitchen like a thief ( You know that kinda situation that one would act like he took nothing). I quickly wiped my mouth. and she acted like she saw nothing, but I know she saw everything. She went in and I went out of the kitchen. 

Mom came out from her room heading to the kitchen. She came out with my sister with our food and  served everyone fried rice but she realized the the chickens were not up to what she left. “Who entered the kitchen” she shouted at everyone. I was silently looking like an innocent man but my sister was looking at me, expecting me to talk but I didn’t.

Mum said “If no answers, no one will be given the chicken “. I knew my sister couldn’t avoid to miss that chicken. She was starting at me which got me smiling. She was smiling and she pulled the trigger.