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Submitted to Contest #53
‘University, ah! I remember my days there. You know, wild days where…’‘Dad, you told me this story yesterday. And the day before that. And the day before that. Really all I want…’‘So now, because you will be going off to university, you think you shouldn’t listen to your old man. If I have told you the story hundred times then you should be a good son and listen to it a thousand times. And don’t sigh out like that. I’m still your father.’‘Yes sir.’‘No girls! Don’t grin like that, I mean it. No drugs either. Your future is too important to me...
Submitted to Contest #52
You are not usually superstitious but your horoscope for the day said you are going to meet someone from your past and you have walked around with that expectation, staring intently into stranger’s faces and taking your time on your walks around the campus so that you don’t lose your date with fate. Before you see who destiny has in store for you, you fantasize over who it could be. It could be Fatima, you were best friends all through your primary school and you had made those matching bracelets that said Best Friends Forever. You don’...
Submitted to Contest #51
For a very long he had considered the shell before him his second home. ‘It looks like it always has’ Tom mumbled to himself in awe. As though when he left, it had been encompassed in a time bubble. But then again, what had he really expected? His grandparents were meticulous people and not a single strand of hair fell out of place unless they asked it to. This was the first time he was stepping back here in twenty years and their conservative nature had not allowed them to change a thing, not even the railing that had always been falling ...
Submitted to Contest #50
Today is the day! I know it is. I also know that I’ve said this every two weeks when it’s his turn to plan our date night but there is something different about today. It doesn’t matter that there are no roses littered around our table when we walk up to it, his cologne is intoxicating enough and I’m sure the two of us add enough colour to the scenery. There are no candles on the table either but again, that doesn’t matter since the view of the city lights do the twinkling just fine. No minstrel to serenade us but that’s just me looking...
Submitted to Contest #46
‘Just write.’ I repeat these words to myself. Because it is what she’s told me would be the cure. Like it’s easy! Even though it should be. I’ve told everyone I know that writing is like breathing to me. And it used to feel like that too, an extension of myself. I didn’t have to think too hard. Those were happier times. I had a time set aside for my writing, a routine I had broken in and was comfortable with. The only time of day I looked forward to eagerly. Now, I break out into a panic attack whenever I’m before an empty page. ...
Submitted to Contest #40
LynI’ve put the most effort in this friendship. The most!Keeping time is a curse I may have to die with. The rest of them have never kept time and if you ask me that speaks volumes for how much they value this time…and the friendship. I tried to come late for it, but even thirty minutes late I’m still early for our reunion.The location is simple - Max picked it - no fancy wall art, no comfy looking chairs but for the booth in the corner next to the kitchen door, no classy music playing. But it also lacks any intimacy. I’m not sure if this wa...
Submitted to Contest #39
The stars blinked at him as though trying to reveal a secret. Morse code, he thought? But he had never ever bothered to learn it. Maybe there is another human, or humans, out there in space trying to find their way home back to earth. And they just want to know if earth is still habitable.He had never been much of a star gazer but it takes confinement to prompt you into new interests. Now he knew which stars were prone to miss attendance some days...at least the ones he could see from the small barred window.The thought that kept him aw...
Submitted to Contest #38
I wake up to the noise of that video playing. Again. And my wife laughing. How many times can you find the same thing so funny? If I show any signs of being fully awake, she’ll give me the update. Probably up by 200,000 more views. Maybe we are up to 6million views now, or more. The world is bored and I offered a little respite for that in that stupid video. If you are curious about which video I’m talking about, just type ‘Superbaby’ in your YouTube search. Chances are, ours is the first video listed. Other media sites probably have it down...
Submitted to Contest #37
‘I think Myra is sick.’The three women were huddled together making snacks for the prayer meeting. Martha was surprised it had taken Agnes twenty full minutes before she decided to choose a victim of her gossip. Perhaps she had too many stories and had to pick the right one.Agnes’ husband was a journalist and in recent times she had taken it upon herself to conduct the same nosiness among her own friends. Her nosiness was aided by the fact that she had a voice as sweet as honey and words as sharp as a sword that coaxed words from tombs. But ...
Submitted to Contest #36
Day 1 Apologise.I looked up journal entries on Google and they suggested I should title my entries. How does this help the story but anyway…. I find the song fitting for how I’m feeling right now. Towards my brother. Snoring off on the other side of the room. It’s too late to apologise. Not that he is apologizing either. But I think I will get into the fall full story of why he should apologise. Kill the time. Find a way to fall asleep. He handed me this journal and said journalling is known to help people fall asleep. I don’t see ...
Submitted to Contest #35
They all say I should be moving on like it should be as easy and natural as breathing or how winter always makes way for spring like clockwork.Ooh that makes good poetry. I should write that in a poem when I get home. How will I start it? Life and its seasons. That makes a good title. Getting rid of the past like spring-cleaning. No…Spring-cleaning. That is the perfect title. Then getting rid of the past like spring-cleaning should be my first line. I should write this in my phone notes before I forget it all. I’ll get it out when I’m calmer...
Submitted to Contest #34
The heavens let down their tears, almost as if in foretelling of what is to come.From where she sits on her side of the couch, watching water-droplets race each other to the bottom of the window, it has a calming effect - almost like therapy. Somehow she looks at the rain and feels less alone, so sure that there must be another soul somewhere else in the world looking out at the rain too. The weather is a shared experience just like this global lock-down. She ponders if the heavens weep for the world or for her specifically. No matter the re...
Submitted to Contest #33
You usually look forward to your day at the salon; the healing chill of the cold water as it runs through your hair during the wash, the release of tension as the blow dryer works out the knots, the confidence boosted when you walk out with your new look. And you can’t help but swing your hair around, it smells so good. Was that a new shampoo - apples, coconut? You purpose to stock it at home but never do because home-hair care is not the same as having a pro sort it out for you.Today doesn’t bode well though.You barely felt the water as it ...
Submitted to Contest #32
I travel through time in music.By music, with music, through music – whichever sounds most appropriate to you. That’s how I travel. You know how you hear a song, and it resonates with your heart and head so well that whenever you hear it, it takes you back to that moment in time. Well, that’s me – literally. I do go back to that moment in time and if I have the music with me, I can pause it and in so doing pause time for myself, only me.I figured this out when I was five.With how much I love music, it is no shocker that it is how I get by. I...
CASE REPORTDetective John LakorMarch 7thKibuye Police PostThe Commanding Officer,Additional requests; Change in Partner Psychiatric leaveIn addition to the case report of the robbery at Kizungu, Kabali-Kaggwa Street, House No.789 on March 1st at 0400hrs, I write this report to request a change in partner and a psychiatric le...
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