[zilla_likes] Kate sat at the edge of the front-most pew in an empty church. The same church that her best friend, Jemma, would say her vows later on that day. It was a chilly morning, and the church’s hollowness made it even chillier inside. She clutched on to her jacket and zipped it up to […]
Author: King
King is a mad writer on the loose. He is suspected to have lost his mind a few years after he was born. Since then, he has been writing his mind almost everywhere he can put his pen on. Someone – a government, a state, a police force, a parent, a teacher, a rabbi, a president, a sacco, a doctor, a deranged ex, a church, a therapist, or anyone with a bit of power bestowed upon them – should reprimand him and help him.
Shifting Between Dimensions: A Nine-Minute Guide
[zilla_likes] 6:14pm Oh, you’re tired. You’re hella tired. You’ve just settled in after coming home a few minutes earlier. When you’re finally spread out on the couch like a basking amphibian, you feel all the fatigue descending upon your body from a long day of walking in paranoia in downtown CBD. Hitting against people’s shoulders […]
A Cake Affair
[zilla_likes] By Mike Muthaka Freelancing is tough bana. Clients ‘forget’ to pay. You have to send reminder Emails, and call, and leave like six messages–signed off with airless phrases like ‘kind regards’. You have to sit with your legs crossed and ask for what is rightfully yours. You made good on your promise. You […]
Party Lovers II
[zilla_likes] [continued from previous post] “Hi.” I start. The Hi comes out weak. Like the meow of a dying kitten. It’s those embarrassing moments you just can’t take back, like when you sneeze and a loud wet fart slips through the other hole mistakenly. In public. I am embarrassed. And when I’m embarrassed like this, […]
Party Lovers
[zilla_likes] My attraction towards her is solely caused by the imaginations I have of what I’d want to do her on a bed. She doesn’t know this. She’s in a circle of four girls. They’re all holding red cups with liquor. One of them has a dying cig hanging from her fingers. I am staring […]