Flash Fiction , Mkate Nusu , Tragedy
Silence at Last

There was really deep breathing punctuated with an unusual grunt, it sounded like a wild animal had invaded Robert’s room, he had been up for the past three hours. He nudged the warm body that lay next to his and the grunt stopped abruptly. Finally, the silence he had craved. He could hear the rain

Life Lessons , Reflections
Monday Reflections – It’s OK to write for ME

I Google searched “changing my goals as a writer” today and I came across this interesting post. I soon started to click on other links reading in different words what I already knew and have read from various blogger authors. Before I head further into what I learnt from the endless clicks and reads of

Flash Fiction , Mkate Nusu , Violence \
Taking Back the Power

Drip! Drip! Drip! Drip! Drip! The dripping sound was relentless; the emptiness of the room amplified the sound of each water drop in the cast iron sink. Drip! Drip! Drip! Drip! Each drop echoing through the room, the walls peeling from years of heat and cold, the terrazzo floors still sturdy, but cold despite the



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