Flash Fiction Mkate Nusu Slice of life
End of Playtime

Billy and his friends were riding their bikes outside, they had ridden around in circles around the apartment block and they were tired. “Let’s go over to Kinyua’s”, Collo suggested. The boys looked at each other, there were some non-committal shrugs, other’s nodded. “Come on! What are we doing here? You sisters can…” Ochieng’ was

Drama Flash Fiction Mkate Nusu Slice of life
Dazed and Confused

Reuben emerged from the matatu the sun blinded him he shielded his face with his forearm. His feet steadily stepping on the tarmac at the bus stop. A garbage fire was ragging a foot from him, the heat startled him, he jolted away and bumped into someone. The man clicked, “watch where you are going?”

Fantasy Flash Fiction Mkate Nusu
The Huge Mess

Drum rolls rang in the arena; there was an expectant silence in the darkness only slightly illuminated by the spotlight in the centre of the arena. The juggling monkeys and the vegetarian Hyena had already dazzled the crowd , Ella was up next with the usual colossal act; balancing on a beach ball while rolling

Flash Fiction Mkate Nusu
Erotic Trauma

Candy was on the pole upside down with her glass heels piercing the air, she was jiggling her butt as she always did at happy hour. The crowd was wild like blood hounds, tongues wagging, 1,000 shilling notes showering down on her. Candy was a special stripper; no one was allowed to touch her or

Flash Fiction Mkate Nusu
The Resurrection of Chebet

Chebet’s eyelids fluttered violently with an occasional pause. When her eyelids fluttered her eyeball seemed to move around unsettled and unsure of where to go. As her eyes rotated from side to side, so did her head in the opposite direction to where her eyes went. Chebet began to groan, it steadily grew louder, violent

Flash Fiction Mkate Nusu
Family Slut Shaming

Susan, my elder sister,  just walked in through the door an hour ago. She smelled of cologne, a distinct one. It belongs to John, my boss, my married boss. I dragged Susan to last year’s Christmas office party.  I am not one who cares much for my work mates; work forces me to be cordial and



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