Category: Short Stories

An owl hooted thrice. “That’s a bad omen,” Barre whispered into my ear. I did not see him creep up on me and I was tired of his

“Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?” Elizabeth asks her bedroom mirror immediately when she wakes up.

“Where will we sleep?” I asked as Hani served us boiled camel meat and ugali. “The boy wants to sleep,” Uncle Ayaan mocked.

“How is Sara?” he asked. “Is she still with that good-for-nothing husband who is always complaining as if the world owes him something?”

I was being reprimanded for not having the correct dress code for the cocktail party. White with a touch of gold the invitation read.

The ground underneath me seemed to be moving when I woke up. What kind of dream was this? I wondered.

We left Muige forest into an expanse of desert. Muige was hot but it had the advantage of vegetation; Now we baked under the naked sun.

The cannibals behaved and looked like nothing I had ever seen before. Their hair was green, and their teeth long, crooked, and discolored.