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
There was a huge suction sound, followed by a scream and a huge thud and moan. Larry quickly jumped to his feet frantically looking around and trying to make sense of how he got to his current location. It was pitch dark. No sound at all. But in the distance there was a flickering flame
Rickety! Rickety! Rickety! Bump! Bump! Bump! The bus hobbled on the rough road. The journey out of Ragada had only begun but Osborne was already bored. The hobbling was making him dizzy and he was craving some sweet potatoes and fried liver for some reason. It was 7am; they had only been on the road
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
Obiero had been floating for days in the middle of Lake. His mouth was dry, white and cracked. He had only come too almost toppling over the boat with his rash rise. He thought he was in his bed. He felt a sharp pain on his forehead. He cupped it with his steadier hand. His
Brian shut the car door and quickly turned on the engine and powered up the windows. As soon as the windows shut a thud hit the windscreen. He saw an outline that quickly faded. Brian was panting heavily shaking his head in disbelief, his eyes wide and mouth dry he quickly reached out for the