Dark and stormy night Stories

This is my story, a story of the most painful experience of my life so far. Nothing in this story is fiction. BEFORE AUGUST I had been worried about going for the one-year National Youth Service Corps program. This was because my result, alongside those of my coursemates, had a tough time being approved by the university's senate. I prayed, and my parents prayed as well. They were tired of the delay as much as I was. Whil...

The Road Not Traveled I know it’s an awful cliché, but it truly was a dark and stormy night. The rented car I was driving didn’t make it any easier, either, as the defroster didn’t work worth a damn. As a result, I was almost driving with one hand, and wiping the windshield – I mean “windscreen” – with the other most of the time. It seemed like such a nice idea to drive from Sligo to Donegal in the afternoon. An easy driv...