Flash Fiction Mkate Nusu Tragedy
An Itchy End

Purity was rushing to church, she was late, she couldn’t afford a TukTuk, she had a 30-minute walk ahead of her. It was her day to ensure everything was set up for the 9 am service. She was panicking, there was no way to reach anyone either, she had forgotten her phone at home rushing

Flash Fiction Mkate Nusu Tragedy
No Chance!

The wheels spun wildly as Mutiso sped down the hill. Mutiso’s bare chest leading the way pressing against the gushing breeze which seemed to harden his abs, defining a neat six-pack on his sinewy frame. His dirty and faded green trousers, torn at the knee, flapped widely only held together by a sisal rope serving as

Crime Flash Fiction Mkate Nusu Tragedy
No stone unturned

Image: www.theguardian.com The last candle had just been blown out. And Mr. Williams was walking to bed. As he steadied his bedroom door open, he heard a creaking floorboard and paused at the door, he listened intently for a few minutes, silence. His wife turning and sighing in her sleep disrupted his attention he walked

Blog Flash Fiction Mkate Nusu Tragedy
It’s Time

I couldn’t do it anymore. Dealing with people is just so exhausting. I don’t have the heart to engage with people. There is only four people I feel worthy of my time and airtime, Mama, Dad, Arnie my best friend, and my sibling. I saw the ‘shrink’ as you had asked and he was helpful.

Crime Drama Flash Fiction Mkate Nusu Revenge Tragedy
No Place to Run

He stood under the glistening night sky. Eyes closed and  face raised toward the heavens, his lips were pursed causing the sides of his mouth to turn up. His breathing shifted between short fast breaths and extremely long exhalation through his nostrils. This went on for about a half hour. Ogor was in an open

Mkate Nusu Tragedy
This is It

Kibe wiped the misty mirror and looked dead into it, his eyes were puffy and red, his skin was drooping and the grey hair seemed to be overtaking his face.  His alarm rang again, he sighed. It was 4.30 am. He lifted himself from the sink and flexed, his chubby frame jiggling in the mirror

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