Picture Generated Using OpenAII nodded my head to the sound of the highlife music thumping in the room. I was having the time of my life. Christmas lights were flickering everywhere with the aroma of freshly cooked and roasted meats, puff puff, chin chin, stock fish, and African salad with kegs of palm wine and crates of alcohol to wash it down.

It's been a good run this year for me here on Ecency. From this community down to every community I have ever written or engaged in their contest or prompt. I'm very grateful and wish we do this again next year better and with more growth on this platform.

picture generated using OpenAIBen got out of the car hood. He wiped his greasy hand with a dirt rag and stared at the Toyota minivan he had just brought back to life with the money he recently inherited from his dead mum with the promise of not going back to his old life of gambling and drinking.

Image Generated Using OpenAIThe sun burned fiercely in Zanzibar as Samantha stepped off the ferry. Her flowered dress and ponytail danced to the breeze. There was excitement in her eyes and relief within her to have finally arrived after hours of travelling. She couldn't wait to get to her already booked hotel room as she dragged her heavy suitcase along.

picture gotten from a picture contest on freewritersSnowflakes drop like diamonds from the sky Shadows darken as the day runs by. On a snow pile, a couple stands, united. To play alphorns on Christmas day, their hearts undivided.

picture generated using OpenAII thought of different possible solutions at that ungodly hour as I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand. It was a cold night, but I was sweating profusely. My sewing machine sat in the corner, staring at me like a servant who just decided to disappoint its master. Ejike's senator wear (traditional wear) for his traditional wedding hung loosely over my neck. The clock on the wall kept ticking, each tick felt louder than the last one. A sigh that It was dragging me closer to the deadline.