Hope Mwaura

“The End Before The Beginning” by Hope Mwaura

Gasping and reaching out for non-existent air. Stretching towards the light but to no avail. I can’t end like this. I still haven’t bought my house or had my kids. Wake up! Wake up! WAKE UPPPP! Suddenly, the water levels reduced and I was laying in my bed. It was really moist. Too moist. They kept trickling down my back. The never-ending chills. It happened again. The third time in one week. I don’t know what intervention I needed but I needed it fast. I managed to drag myself out of bed. Slowly but surely. I had to shower and prepare myself...

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“Tracy” by Hope Mwaura

Submitted to Contest #72

She had just received the award and was about to take her seat when the noise began. Someone or something had decided that it was too much attention for her. It never stopped. They had chosen her as the best editor at Mr Jones’ publishing house and boy was she excited. She had been waiting and dreaming of that day. What she didn’t expect to hear was the irritating, all too familiar sound that rang throughout the hall. Before she could collect her thoughts, her red velvet dressed turned into her red Christmas pyjamas and the trophy, her pillo...

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“Lizzie” by Hope Mwaura

Submitted to Contest #71

He has to be here somewhere, Elizabeth thought to herself. She was sure she had sent him the invite. “Hey,” her husband, Jack, interrupted her thoughts. “Don’t worry. I’m sure he’ll be here. As for now, enjoy the event.” He kissed her cheek and continued saying hello to the guests who had just arrived. He was right. She had to stop worrying when she had guests to entertain. She walked over to the bright red and green decorated table and took in the familiar scents of cinnamon and peppermint. The cookies looked great. The décor of red and gre...

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“Different” by Hope Mwaura

Submitted to Contest #69

Growing up, I always felt out of place whenever they’d start talking about the business. At first, I thought I’d grow out of it and come to love these business meetings and the view of everyone in a slick business suit that look like they’ve never experienced a single wrinkle. They look suffocated by how buttoned up their shirts look. I always wondered how they could sit behind a desk staring at numbers and letters for hours on end. At the age of twenty, I still don’t have a liking for working in an office. I’ve always loved the outdoors. If...

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“Past, Present, Future maybe” by Hope Mwaura

Submitted to Contest #68

It had been twenty- four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. She could still see herself running through the corridor to her room. She could still smell the familiar lavender and mint scent that she came to love. Walking through the house brought back memories. Bittersweet as some would call it. The kitchen’s wallpaper hadn’t changed either nor did the couch set that sat in the middle of the living room right in front of the chimney. She didn’t realize till then how much she missed it.  “Is anything mi...

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“On the edge” by Hope Mwaura

Submitted to Contest #67

“Please promise me that this will stay between us?” he asks with a worried look in his eyes. I know that this is beyond me. He looks scared. Helpless and confused. He didn’t know what he was getting himself into and now he might have to pay the price. He should have been more cautious and maybe thought things through before getting himself involved. Desperate times have a way of making people do things they might regret later.  “Okay. I promise.” I manage to say so that he stops looking so vulnerable. He heaves a sigh of relief as he pu...

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