​Mama Knew Me Too Well | by Paul Beckman

Mama gave me the six female figurines over decades. She sculpted them for me. She told me the bloated breasts, rippling necks, stomach rolls and edema-filled legs on five of them reminded her of me. I was happy when she gave them to me because, for most occasions, she gave me a small check and…

Flash Fiction: GAME OVER by Ola Akindeji

He caressed the glossed curls of his hair for the umpteenth time, tilting his full brows and flashing a seductive smile at his reflection in the mirror. “Perfect”, he muttered, carefully adjusting his bow tie too. The handsome looking man took a deep heave of satisfaction. He gently picked the jet black box on the…

​THE PLAN | by Mike Murphy

The aliens, 1 and 2, spoke as their ship hurtled towards the unfortunate world that was their destination. “Invasion?” asked 2. “Affirmative,” answered 1. “When?” inquired 2. “Soon.” “Objective?” “Colonization.” “Us?” “Yes,” answered 1. “Everyone?” 2 queried. “Everyone.” “Difficult.” “Agreed.” “Why?” “Climate,” said 1. “Temperate?” his companion asked hopefully. “Yes.” “Cold?” “Sometimes.” “Hot?” “Occasionally.” “Remarkable!”…

CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS: COMMUNICATORS LEAGUE (CL) CREATIVE WRITING CONTEST

Creativity is discovered in the limitless opening of a mind wrapped in the consciousness of excellence and societal good.  Based on the foregoing, Communicators League (CL) invites writers from all parts of the world to participate in the maiden edition of its creative writing contest aimed at bridging the gap between arts and humanity. THEMES…

​Big Girl | by Paul Beckman

 How will I know you, I asked. 42nd & 5th is crazy busy. You’ll know me. I’ll be the big blonde walking down the side of the building stairs at four in the afternoon. Sure enough, just a little after four I saw her walking down the stairs she walked right up to me after…

PIN QUARTERLY JOURNAL (ISSUE 7): CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS

Building on the remarkable success of previous issues of the PIN Quarterly Journal, Poets in Nigeria (PIN) calls for entries aligning with various columns of the journal due for release in the fourth week of April, 2017. The columns listed below are opened to corresponding entries: CRISPY SATIRE: features poems with satirical attributes. POETIC INSIGHT:…

KARMA | by Makinde Damilola Peter 

A lofty idea burrowed her thoughts, clouding the flowery memories which now served thorns churning pain and regret. The skin of her eyelids had shrunk, red from the incessant flow from her sockets. Goosebumps suddenly sprouted and tickled through her body, while her pale face gradually turned slyly gay. She reached for her moist face…

Flash Fiction: CUT | by Chinua Ezenwa-Ohaeto

 “Is the water heater on, darling?” I asked my wife from the bedroom. It was 6am in the morning. Everywhere wore that early morning cold which was normally filled with mist──It was harmattan. And I had to be at work by 9am. Last night, I really disappointed her. I exhibited a behaviour that was inane,…

Lovers with Lovers | by Chinua Ezenwa Ohaeto

Before supper, they needed to be in their homes. It was blissful for them that very evening in a hotel as they lay on the same bed. Distance and responsibilities had separated them for a long time now. It had been a year when they last saw each other. The day Reginald’s car broke down…

The Rubber Stone From The Past by Makinde Damilola Peter 

Exams had ended, giving limitless bounds to myself and Tola in hanging out. We met as fresh students during the stressful Medical screening in the first semester of the session and we thrived well as acquaintances but unavoidably fell in love with each other on resuming into this second semester. We ended the day at…

A Killer Bite by Adeosun Tomiwa 

  A strong offensive odour hit Mr. Adeleke nostrils as he opened the front door of his house. “Ah-ah, what kind of smell is this?” He asked himself aloud. Then he slowly traced the smell to the bathroom and as he opened the door, the strongest of the odour that had been locked away enveloped…

She is my step mother by Akindeji Ola 

I met Aisha, a fair-complexioned girl of Fulani descent on my first day in the University of Ibadan. The earth literally stopped for me to feast my eyes on her inconsumable beauty. Stunned, my knees quivered like a leaf caressed by the wind. My jaw dropped and my mouth formed an ‘O’. My legs threatened…

I SAVED MY MARRIAGE by Chinua Ezenwa-Ohaeto

That was my wife, Chiamaka, approaching. People thought her puerile and naïve but I deemed her exquisite. She was blithe and permissive, carefree and lax. We had been married for five months through the declarations of our parents and other adults. I was seven years old and she, just six. Her mother declared her my…

Deceitful Truth by Makinde Damilola

Returning from buying eggs and sardine that Saturday morning, I heard someone calling out to me. It was my friend Wasiu who lived next to my house. I rarely had time to relate with him as I was hardly allowed beyond the railings of our balcony. After exchanging pleasantries, I told him I had to…