Category Archives: Fiction

Bullseye

Bullseye

There was something off about the office setting. I felt it appeared too serene. I had successfully maneuvered every camera and heat signature sensor, but I wasn’t comfortable. It wasn’t my first time: it definitely wasn’t for lack of experience. I tried to clear my head of doubts: for it was my overburdened mind that … Continue reading Bullseye

Ada: Episode 5

  Episode 5 ………………………………………………………………………………………. 3 days later. I was cleaning the kitchen humming to myself, “He’s intentional” by Travis green. Trying my best to forget the picture I saw in the small, black box. I couldn’t sleep that night, with the picture in my head; it was difficult for me to. So I distracted myself … Continue reading Ada: Episode 5

Peter Okolie

The Hiding place – Episode 3 of 3

If you missed Episode 2, read it here ****** In the other room, a man – in his mid-sixties – was observing all that was happening through the screen of a television set. Apparently, the room where Imelda was kept had been fitted with hidden cameras, she was being monitored. Dr. Richard entered the room … Continue reading The Hiding place – Episode 3 of 3

Peter Okolie

The Hiding Place – Episode 2 of 3

If you missed Episode 1, read it here ******** The door opened slowly, revealing a friendly face. As Dr. Richard greeted her with a smile, she immediately remembered that she was in a hospital. “Doctor, why am I still here?” Dr. Richard offered her a few slices of sandwiches and some fruit juice, then he … Continue reading The Hiding Place – Episode 2 of 3

Peter Okolie

The Hiding Place – Episode 1

Imelda closed her eyes hoping that she would reopen them in a more pleasurable reality. She counted one, two, and three underneath her breath, then slowly opened her eyes to realize that nothing had changed. She was still held against her will inside a small room with white walls and ceiling. At one corner was … Continue reading The Hiding Place – Episode 1

The Nigeria that would not have been

It is now 2068, I sat by the balcony of my duplex in a place (onne) where I used to call my village but now a mega industrial city.  I was grey haired and healthy. I looked amazingly at the streets that were cast in nylon tar free from indiscriminate dumping and pollution from industries, … Continue reading The Nigeria that would not have been