The Largest Collection of Flash Fiction Stories from Ghana. On Tatale by Shefi Nelson.

He was getting worse at teleportation. He remembered to check his pockets and was relieved to find his wallet in there. He opened it and swore under his breath; the picture on his ID was smudged and watery, his face unreadable. He stared at the faceless photo trying to make something out of it by memory, but neither shape nor color came to mind. He was losing his mind. All the jumps had made him insane. Frederick hurriedly ran out of the alley. Was he split too? And some pals and I .

In the beginning were the spirits, the light, and darkness. The spirits wandered through the light and the darkness until they became restless in their journeys. Stricken with unfathomable loneliness, they gathered together and formed a land derived of both light and dark that would soothe their growing pain. They smiled upon their creation and rejoiced among themselves, pleased that they would no longer suffer in loneliness again.

When You Screw Up Your Resolutions. I tried to use momentum to give me motivation to keep up with my goals. Aiming for 5,000 steps a day? Missed by 139 steps one day, already.

Diams; December 29, 2016. I never would have thought a month after writing a letter to Cappie I would have to write a letter to you. I meant to write sooner, but I needed time. I finally have the energy to write this. I looked at your ashes. I have a hard time accepting that you went from a furry animal to a few ashes in a small box. I almost regret having you cremate.