Gilbert Were

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Waiting Lounge Siesta” by Gilbert Were

Submitted to Contest #53

Waiting Lounge Siesta Eliana had barely savoured the cold creamy ice pop, when the thick fluid components began seeping through her fingers which suddenly slipped into condensation before regaining the popsicle’s grip. The viscous melt managed to swirl its way through her rosy digits dribbling on and simultaneously stealing the heat from her chest. Besides that, it also snatched away the bright pride of her snowy white crop top. She’s been sitting in the waiting lounge for close to two hours and had partially managed to convince herself that...

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“Good Friday Resurrection ” by Gilbert Were

Submitted to Contest #52

The Good Friday was my first major denominational celebration since my infamous decision to join the Opus Dei. I perceived this day as conceivably one of those day’s that binned believers somewhere between grief and joy; not sure whether to mourn or celebrate the glorious but painful death of Christ. Of course, Christ had died to free us from the burden of sin as per the lessons, and who would mourn being relieved of their burdens, no matter what the cost had been. But again, how would you celebrate someone much superior losing his life for ...

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“Image” by Gilbert Were

Submitted to Contest #51

Daya’s new apartment had been in the crest of her residential pipe dreams. If not what she had earlier marked as an utmost life holy grail then it was just one of those castles suspended loosely in the air. The site was on an pupular coast line, and on an ideal topography that perfectly welcomed fresh life-giving breeze from the ocean. Three days into the apartment, she hadn’t experienced any upshot beneath her desired expectations. During the day, cool air whips could always rise over the waves, bringing to her direction the salty taste of ...

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“Fair Play or Vengeance” by Gilbert Were

Submitted to Contest #50

“Come on. Drive” I called out to the driver as soon as I jumped into the back of the pick-up. A policewoman aimed an AK at me from the court’s main entrance but missed, thanks to my driver’s acumen, instead finding the target’s alternative, the pick-up’s left-wing mirror. Every then court associate seemed to be occupied with the dying man, so when the driver slowed down to launch into the highway, I jumped down and joined him behind the dashboard. His name was Issa, he was part of my father’s gang. The only one that had given himself up in m...

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“Freaky Sequel” by Gilbert Were

Submitted to Contest #49

The wrought iron double gate slanted to an opposite direction, apparently in motion to rest on the ground at a long glance. It had an atypical rusted padlock which seemed to have camped on it for decades. The top antique hinge on the left side appeared to have lost its grip, but the gate still formed an immovable barrier to the premise within. On the right side, from the base of the gate’s frame to just below the lower hinge was a granite erection with number 267 pasted on it. “Not a million years close to last occupied” Sam concluded ...

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Author bio

Gilbert Were is a Kenyan based novelist, a poet and a lyricists. He's passionate about books, reading and creative writing.