Vee

[Vee @Veetoriah2]

👑 🌞 🍂 🚩 🎌 Just saw a cloud that looks like a castle

[Vee @Veetoriah2]

🪐 🌐 🔥 Baked xiao long bao, steams steaming xiaos.

[Vee @Veetoriah2]

🚩 💦 That playlist for prolixity prairies: prolixities prairying prolixities.

[Vee @Veetoriah2]

🍁 💦 🍁 Sculpted sculpts from sculpts, carvings carving carvings in carvy sculpts.

[Lady Ria @LadyRia_writes]

14C

I gave up my window seat on a night flight for a woman who said she got anxious next to strangers and needed to sit by her husband, two rows back. Aisle's fine, I put my headphones in and tried to sleep.
Somewhere over open water I woke up because the man's voice had gone low and flat, not arguing exactly, more like finishing a plan. I only caught pieces. A location. A time. The words "make sure nobody's looking for her before Thursday."
I told myself I misheard. Put my headphones back in. Not my business, not my flight to make into something.
We landed. I forgot about it, mostly.
Two weeks later a woman went missing from the town they'd mentioned. Local news, then national. Her photo was everywhere.
I almost said something. I didn't have a name, a face I could swear to in a lineup, just a seat number and a feeling. I told myself it wasn't enough to go to anyone with.
A month after that, a man was arrested, but not the one from the flight. Someone else. Wrong place, wrong witness, an unrelated argument that got twisted into a confession under pressure. He's still in custody. I've seen his face on the same news channel that showed hers.
I still have my old boarding pass. 14C.
I think about it every time I board a flight now, whether staying quiet was minding my business, or just being the reason nobody else did.

[Vee @Veetoriah2]

@LadyRia_writes If I saw “Thank you” on my wall, I’m packing my bags immediately. 😂💀

[Lady Ria @LadyRia_writes]

The Key

Bunmi found the key on her way home, lying in the grass just outside her gate. It was old, brass, worn smooth at the edges, with a small tag tied to it that read Room 4.

She almost left it there. But something about it made her pick it up.

That night, she couldn’t stop turning it over in her hands. There was no Room 4 in her building. No hotel nearby used keys like this. She set it on her dresser and told herself she’d throw it away in the morning.

She didn’t sleep well.

Around 2 a.m., she woke to a faint knocking. Not on her door. Softer than that. Coming from inside the wall behind her headboard.

She sat up, certain she’d imagined it.

It came again.

Three slow knocks.

Bunmi turned on her lamp, heart racing. That’s when she noticed the key was gone from the dresser.

It was on her pillow.

She hadn’t touched it. She was sure she hadn’t.

The knocking stopped.

In its place came a voice, so quiet she almost mistook it for the hum of her fan.

“Let me out.”

Bunmi didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.

The voice came again, closer this time, as though it were pressed right against the wall behind her head.

“You have the key. Let me out.”

Her hand found the key before her mind caught up with what she was doing. She turned toward the wall and pressed her palm against it.

The wall was warm.

Warmer than a wall should ever be.

She snatched her hand back.

At that exact moment, the knocking stopped.

The room fell silent.

So silent it rang in her ears.

Bunmi stayed frozen until morning light crept through her curtains. Then she finally found the courage to look behind her headboard.

There was no door.

No hidden room.

Just an ordinary wall.

But carved into the paint, low near the skirting board, in letters too small to have been there the night before, were two words.

Thank you.

The key was gone.

She never found it again.

[Lady Ria @LadyRia_writes]

The Visitor 🌙

The doorbell rang, and Amaka smiled the moment she looked through the peephole. Chidi stood outside, holding up a nylon bag, grinning the way he always did.
I brought food, he said when she opened the door. Amala and gbegiri. Don't say I don't spoil you.

She laughed and let him in. They ate on the small centre table, the way they used to before life got busy. He told the same joke about his boss that he always told, the one that wasn't even funny anymore but she laughed anyway because it was him. The evening felt warm. Familiar. Safe.

By the time they finished eating, her phone began to buzz. She ignored it at first. It buzzed again. And again. By the time she picked it up, there were several missed calls, all from Nkechi.
Sorry, she said to Chidi, let me just check this.

She called back. Nkechi picked up on the first ring, breathless.
I've been trying to reach you. Where are you?

I'm home now. Chidi came, we just finished eating amala, my phone was on silent
Amaka, please don't joke with me right now.
I'm not joking. He's sitting right here.
Amaka, listen to me carefully.
Nkechi, you're scaring me. What's going on?

There was a pause, then Nkechi's voice dropped, barely holding together.
Chidi was crossing the road this evening. Coming from that amala spot near your junction. A vehicle hit him. He didn't survive it.
Amaka's laugh died in her throat. That's not funny. He's literally sitting across from me right now.

Silence stretched on the line.
I'm at the morgue right now, Nkechi said. I came to identify the body myself.
The phone slipped from Amaka's hand.
Slowly, she turned around.
The plate across the table was still full. Still steaming, as though it had just been served.
The chair was empty.

But the nylon bag still hung on the doorknob, swaying gently, as if someone had only just let go of it.

[Vee @Veetoriah2]

@munaclips Now You See Me is proof that a good script can be more thrilling than explosions.

[Muna 👑 @munaclips]

Imagine enjoying your beach day... then this happens. 😳

🎬 Meg 2: The Trench (2023)

[Lady Ria @LadyRia_writes]

Thought I’d do something different this morning. ☀️

A little wisdom to carry with you throughout your day:

Not every chapter deserves a reread. Some people are a lesson, not a destination.

What’s a life lesson you had to learn the hard way? 👇🏽

[Muna 👑 @munaclips]

Morpheus gives you two choices...

🔵 Live a happy life, but never know the truth.
🔴 Know the truth, even if it changes everything.

Which pill are you taking?👇

[Muna 👑 @munaclips]

Check on the friend who always says, "I'm fine." They might need it the most. 🙏

[Muna 👑 @munaclips]

Faith, family, and purpose would still be enough for me. 📌

[Muna 👑 @munaclips]

Not every battle needs to be announced. Some victories are meant to surprise everyone.

[Muna 👑 @munaclips]

The scariest part isn't the AI. It's how easily people will trust what they hear.

[Muna 👑 @munaclips]

Carlo Ancelotti might be regretting that decision today. 😅

[Muna 👑 @munaclips]

I still can't stop laughing at this. 😂

[Muna 👑 @munaclips]

She has quietly built one of the most impressive filmographies in Hollywood. 👏

[Lady Ria @LadyRia_writes]

The Ghostwriter 🧵 (Part 3)

1. She stared at the timeline for a long second.

Long enough for me to watch the confidence leave her face.

She wasn’t looking at accusations.

She was looking at proof.