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.

Family , Flash Fiction , Mkate Nusu , Slice of life
My Hero

I could barely eat my lunch; I was so excited I would finally see Dad, Muli, Mutua and Kanini. I had missed everyone so much. It had only been six weeks since school resumed. But the ‘hole’ I schooled in, made everything seem like light years away. I stood at the school gate in the

Flash Fiction , Mkate Nusu , Thriller
Knock Out

Nancy had just walked in through the door extremely exhausted, when she heard an unusual sound. She froze; then dismissed it. Her neigbour always watched unusual stuff really loud anyway. She plunked herself on the couch and zoned out for a few minutes. It had been a thoroughly long day. Nancy had recently been promoted,

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

Comedy , Flash Fiction , Mkate Nusu
All Clucked Out

The chicken crossed the road and so did the egg right next to it. They hadn’t been talking for a quite some time,after chicken had dropped the bombshell on egg, egg was pretty yolked. “What the hell do you mean I will be like you?” egg exclaimed, he was so angry he cracked. Chicken just

Adventure , Flash Fiction , Mkate Nusu
Saved

Whizz! The first bike sped by. Some people turned, but not with much concern. When a second and a third sped by, conversations on the street stalled and finger pointing began. Everyone was trying to gauge what this was all about. A little boy holding his father’s hand began to jump up and down pointing



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