Fantasy Mkate Nusu Revenge
Bitch Better Have My Money!

Sam took another drag of his cigarette. He closed his eyes and let his tongue play with the smoke in his mouth before he exhaled smoke rings in succession. He sighed heavily, his hand falling limb by his side. There was nothing for miles but dry savannah plains. The wind howled and tossed up a

Grief Reflections Slice of life
Why Do Schmucks Have It All?

I have been binge-watching a lot of shows on Netflix. I finally reached my quota and hit the breaks when I wrapped up all four seasons of Queer Eye and hit the halfway mark on season three of RuPaul’s Drag Race. I knew I needed to stop and rejoin reality, my reality, a painful reality.

Flash Fiction Mkate Nusu Tragedy Violence \
For May

“Everything is always a fight with you!” Kennedy was fed up with John’s endless temper tantrums. “We all have bad days, but not every damn day Is a bad day! Why do you have to take a dump on my parade every single day? Can’t you just be happy for me?” Kennedy hollered. John started

Flash Fiction Mkate Nusu Thriller
Ride or Die

“Did you carry the torches I left on your bed this morning when I was heading to the shower?” Louise barked at Lorraine. “Yes,” Lorraine responded rolling her eyes. “Anything else mother?” she uttered sarcastically. “Take that tone with me now, you will be thanking me later when you need me in the wilderness.” Louise

Flash Fiction Mkate Nusu Tragedy
A Rocky End

“Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!” the crowd yelled pumping their fists. Yogo was inching as close as he could to the edge of the cliff, he could feel the bile climb into his mouth. The violent breeze flapped his beach shorts; slapping his bare scrawny chest. He spat and began to scream. The crowd joined

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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