…wherein a new home is made… ‘Don’t worry buddy, you’ll get used to it.’ Father promised his son. ‘But it’s too empty and too…noisy.’ The son criticized the vastness of their new home, and the echoes that bounced off the walls. ‘It’s only as empty as we let ourselves imagine it. See that spot? We … More Microfiction Monday #9 : Adjusting.
…wherein this story gets a cliché title… … More Microfiction Monday #7: The New Trend Kills.
A toyota canter is parked on a street in Kawangware carrying the newest wheat flour product to enter the market. We’re sitting inside, the driver and I, while the loader, or ‘turnboy’ in more common euphemisms, totters lazily about the lorry, bored . The salesman am tasked with training to use this software for sales … More Kawangware…
…wherein two gentlemen have a bit of fun… … More Microfiction Monday #6: Footsteps
…wherein Razim is stuck… Razim never once passed a chance to complain that he never had enough time to do all he wanted to, and so it was quite a surprise that when time froze one day, he had no use for it. To his credit though, it wasn’t just time that froze, his body … More Microfiction Monday #5: Frozen.
…wherein animals talk and do…stuff… He approached the pride of lions with well-founded apprehension at first. Upon realizing they did not plan on being hostile to him, he walked more confidently and joined them as one would his own family. They took him in. He reinvented his life around their endless pilgrimage through the Savannah. … More Microfiction Monday #4: Of Extroverts, Introverts and The Troglodyte.
…wherein Swabri has a train to catch… Swabri was an impetuous man, and for good reason too, or at least he convinced himself so. He’d grown disenchanted with life in the city. More to the point, he felt his life was headed nowhere. This, in a city that roared and sped past him at every … More Micro-fiction Monday #3: The 8 O’clock Train.
…wherein Kagame gets a new side mirror… Kagame had a rocky week and he complained as much to his confidant Rambo. “It all started when I damaged my car’s side mirror and replaced it.” He nudged his head towards the new mirror. “First day I used it, I saw a monster rushing towards me, a … More Microfiction Monday #2: Objects In The Mirror.
“First, the North Pole went South, metaphorically and literally. The poles just swapped. The Eskimo community of the North were incensed.” … More Micro-Fiction Monday #1
Part Two Perhaps this is as good a time as any to let you know that you’re going to die. No I don’t mean that in an existential kind of way, ‘All living things will die’, no I mean that you, sadly have no further part to play beyond this story. This is the end … More The Tormented