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 her […]
Category: Quickfire
Quickfire is a section where we will write short, ruminative stories. Quickfire will have no more than 500 words. Quickfire articles will be posted at least once a week. Quickfire is an escape for long articles about nothing. Quickfire will not waste your time. And finally, Quickfire’s purpose is to elicit profound thought among its readers.
Scum of the Earth
I’m not badly off with the women. I like them and some like me. The problem is, though, that I want all of them to like me. And I believe that can happen if I owned a guitar. In my mind, I see myself walking around campus with an acoustic guitar slung around my back. […]
22 things I have learnt about life
We’re here with yet another birthday post. 22 is here and again, no colossal changes have happened in my life. I can’t rant again about life this year, instead, I choose to take a lazier approach. Here are 22 things I have learnt about life at 22. No one really cares about you until when […]
Altar Boy
It has been two years since he set foot in a church, not even in weddings; he only attended the receptions. He can’t exactly remember at what point he fell off, he missed the first Sunday and that was it. He was brought up in a staunch Christian household. He learnt to pray when he […]
Fathers and Sons
Jimmy sat still at the wheel of his car. The basement parking lot was murky and silent which wasn’t unusual being a rainy Sunday in the CBD. Outside, the soft patters of the rain hit the ground in harmony. They were slow and lazy and hadn’t changed pace for the half hour he had been […]
The Dead tell no Tales
By Mike Muthaka A guy walks into a bar. He’s spotting a blue sweater –a gift from his ex-girlfriend. She said that it brought out his eyes, whatever that meant. The fabric was comfortable, though. It kept him warm. Frank didn’t care much about style and much less about how it modified his facial […]