Running away


We’re running. It’s just some minutes shy of first light and trampling on dried grass and hard soil makes us move slower somehow. We’re running from a vicious monster that wants to leave us with no limbs, just tear apart everything and leave us there, sprawled, dissolving into the pits of hell. But we can outrun this, if we try hard enough this leviathan will have nothing on us.Read More »


In the squeezing of a lemon

Two things. I have exams running this  week and the next. Plus there was a ghost comment on that previous story, that it had no legs. So I went through it again, and found it to be so, bollocks if you ask me. I think my juices don’t pour well(again). It’s getting embarrassing.

So I hit up our usual guest, Bwana Mwaniki Nyaga to save me.Read More »