The Big Year Book Novels & Stories

The newspapers seem to have an incredible pull towards the Ashfords. "No thanks," I reply, scanning the New York Times to find an article about "Amelia Ashford, the teenager billionaire." I open the article, and it's like a small compilation of everything she has ever done in her sixteen years of life. She really lives in a world of luxury because, in every single picture of her, she is wearing very expensive clothes, shoes, and bags.

What if you didn’t? “What time?” I asked quietly. His smile appeared slowly. Like he’d been waiting for that. “Seven.” “Where?” “You’ll see.” “That doesn’t sound suspicious at all.” “Trust me.” I snorted softly. “You’re a billionaire CEO who admits to watching me for weeks.” “Months.” My head snapped up. “Months?!” He shrugged. “You were reading a finance book in the lobby café. And your presentation landed us the biggest deal with M.Co too,”

miserably scared I am. yea I’m scared, I’m so nervous. though I’ve done a lot of interviews, I’ve hosted and I’ve been hosted, this one show still somehow frightens me till now. This is one show, one host which I’ve always dreaded and wanted since the onset of my career, I had mixed feelings towards it, I mean this show is every writers dream show in Nigeria, who wouldn’t want to be hosted in ARISE NATION, talk more of being hosted by the best host they’ve got, she’s literarily the best host in the country, Nancy Isime. I’ve always admired her, I can remember I always used to talk about her in class back then in school, how I used to daydream of being in Arise nation with Nancy. and look he

Still, I glanced at the board and then down at my textbook before looking back at her. “What was the question?” She studied me for a second before folding her arms. “I thought you could help the class with the year most commonly used to mark the beginning of the Scramble for Africa.” I let the question settle for a second. Then I sat up straighter. It wasn’t even from today’s topic. But Mrs Bennett didn’t look like she was walking away without an answer. So before the silence in the class could become even more unbearable… “Eighteen…eighty-four?” I forced out, my eyes fixed on her.

My wife Naomi Holden's phone was always on silent mode. Whenever I needed to reach her, the call never went through. My only option was to ask everyone around us, but when every single person gave a different answer, I already knew the truth. She was with him again, the frail man she had never been able to let go of. On our seventh anniversary, we had plans to meet at our usual spot for dinner. Three hours passed, and she still had not shown up. I stood on the street, burning with fever, dialing one number after another. My father picked up, his voice warm and unhurried. "Naomi just came by for dinner. Don't worry, I've got my eye on her for you." A friend working at her company lau

I had a replay of the entire day as I lay in bed. Recalling first day of school, I can barely wait for the school year to be over. Everyone was talking about their summer break, what they did, the parties they attended, their many love interests and so on. Their experiences made my summer holiday look lame. While they spent time at the beach, I spent mine hiking muddy trails. While they were getting their hair and nails done, I was getting kids to go to bed. They were having the time of their life while I dewormed dogs at the pet clinic. I enjoyed Eastern Springs Campout but after listening to everyone recount their summer experiences, I really hoped no one would ask me what I did over the s

"I don't know. I just thought I'd try a long book for a change." "Hey, I just remembered something," Caroline said. "This is funny. When I was in sixth grade, one time I read a really long book, the longest one in the class. Is this for one of Ms. Reeds' famous book reports? Mine was, too. What was it? That's right, The Yearling. It was a great book. A really great book. If you do another long book, read The Yearling." Caroline read The Yearling in sixth grade? Jane hadn't heard of the book until she was in high school.

The tough decisions were Helen's to make. The following day, Chloe strode into the office and handed in her resignation. When she got home, she began to sift through the mountain of photos that chronicled the trio's shared history. Over twenty years of friendship had produced album after album of memories. Childhood games of house with Andrew and Stephen, middle school award ceremonies, college road trips... Each photo brought the past to life, as if she could step right back into those moments. However, those days were gone, and they did not matter anymore.

I clutched my chest, gasping for breath as tears blurred my vision. My fists clenched so tightly my nails dug deep into my palms, using the pain to keep myself upright. “Wandi spent a year overseas, recuperating, before she was willing to forgive Neve. In a couple of days, I’ll stage a medical ‘miracle’, stand up again, and let her resume being the Donna. This year is a penance for her willfulness.” Each word of his was uttered coolly, piercing deeper into my heart. “But… it has been a year. Will she buy it?” someone asked hesitantly.