Author: Mark Wambugu

Tastes Like Chicken

Tastes Like Chicken

Daisy's favorite place in the world was a flower farm next to the town's abattoir (which was also a poultry farm). It was set on a high hill overlooking the town like a cobra rearing its head at a threat.…

Gone Fishing

Gone Fishing

Hi there. Man, would you look at all these cobwebs... Sorry, the place is in such a state. I have abandoned it for a long time. I won't say I'm back because I have a history of not keeping my…

The Sleep

The Sleep

Dear diary, Let's skip the part where I profusely apologize about not writing more, especially when I say I'm going to write more. I'm a liar. And nobody cares anymore. It's a sad sad life. (more…)

The First Man

The First Man

*Incoming Transmission*   Hello? Hello? I hope this thing is on. Sorry about the noise. I'll try to be quick. (more…)

I Dare You

I Dare You

“Go on,” Daniel said. “I dare you.” (more…)

Catastrophes

Catastrophes

It's always a fun time when my sleep gets interrupted by the sound of wailing. Wailing so loud and vile you want to throw something out the window and that something is my Zabimaru. (more…)

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