Creathority Stories

The Little Market Girl In the bustling city of Lagos, Nigeria, nestled within its vibrant streets and colorful markets, lived a young girl named Osas. She was a radiant soul, with a heart as warm as the African sun and a spirit that shone brighter than the stars that adorned the night sky. Osas was not an ordinary girl; she possessed a unique gift for marketing and an unwavering love for her grandmother, who raised her with endless love and care. Osas was tender to her heart. From a tender age, Osas had been captivated by the enchanting allure of the market. The vibrant stalls, the bustling crowd, and the aromatic blend of spices and foodstuffs were like a second home to her. Every morning, she would accompany her grandmother to the market, a sparkle in her eyes and a readiness to assist. As she grew, she began to display remarkable marketing skills that went beyond her years. Her ability to engage customers, her charismatic smile, and her genuine enthusiasm drew people to her like bee...

My Big Lips and I  On a seemingly ordinary day, under a sky bluer than sapphire, children reveled in a symphony of play and laughter. Among them was a young girl named Favour, brimming with energy and joy. Little did she know that the day's events would alter the trajectory of her life forever. As Favour attempted to cross the road, a motorcycle appeared out of nowhere, moving at breakneck speed. In the blink of an eye, Favour was swept off her feet, the impact propelling her into a whirlwind of pain and unconsciousness. When she awoke, she found herself lying in a hospital bed, her face a mosaic of wounds and abrasions. Her front teeth were missing, and her features were distorted almost beyond recognition. At the tender age of five, Favour had survived an ordeal that would fundamentally change her. In the years following the accident, Favour transformed into a markedly different individual. Her body bore the lingering imprints of that day, most notably her enlarged lips and darke...

  A Midnight Enigma: The Haunting Encounter of Mr. Ugo Mr. Ugo first became conscious of her presence when an anonymous admirer began to avidly like and comment on every one of his stories, dating back to the earliest he'd posted. It was during his period of bereavement, having lost his beloved to a sudden illness. Despite his self-imposed writing hiatus, each dawn introduced an onslaught of notifications. Intriguingly, it was the same mysterious woman, displaying her admiration for his every tale. Initially puzzled, his irritation eased when he recognized the name as female, and his annoyance morphed into a kind of electrifying curiosity. Was it a warning sign? Hardly. Yet it was undoubtedly a captivating riddle.  Her fixation amplified, graduating from mere likes to retweeting his stories. On one extraordinary day, he was met with an avalanche of over a hundred notifications, all retweets from her. The enigma deepened. This warranted a closer examination. Her profile was a b...

Unspoken Reflections In the cozy sitting room, Mr. Fugar and his wife found themselves deeply engrossed in the latest episode of Big Brother Naija All Stars. As they settled in, an open bottle of Four Cousins and a plate of dried meat adorned the table, creating a relaxed ambiance. Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted when Mercy made her appearance on the screen. She was clad in a bum short and a tight top, displaying her alluring curves and assets. Mrs. Fugar casually remarked, "She's not really fine, it's just her complexion." However, Mr. Fugar couldn't help but be captivated by Mercy's beauty. He responded, "I think she's beautiful, look at her shape!" "She's not beautiful like that, if she wasn't light-skinned, she wouldn't look as appealing," his wife countered. Mr. Fugar continued to defend Mercy's allure, "Honey, how can you say Mercy Lambo is not beautiful? Are you blind? Look at her shape, I mean, negodu yansh...

   Trust Betrayed: A Journey of Deception and Desolation Mr. Peter, a man tormented by a relentless agony, has endured a marriage of fourteen wretched years, shackled to a wife who has betrayed him in the deepest and most profound sense. Three innocent souls, all boys, were thrust into his existence, the supposed fruits of their union, but oh, the bitter truth that none of them were sired by him!  The tragic tale began half a decade prior to his fateful encounter with his deceitful spouse. It was a harrowing journey from Lagos to Abuja when destiny's cruel hand forced him into a catastrophic car accident. Amid the wreckage, he tragically witnessed the life force drain from the bodies of his dear friends, their souls torn away prematurely, while he alone was left to bear the burden of survival. Eleven long months he languished in a sterile hospital room, his body mending but his spirit forever scarred. The ordeal, it seemed, had cursed him with a cruel twist of fate, for i...