• Short story

    Happily Never After

    Her eyes were just as pretty as ever, and like always he was unable to look away. It was the fifth year of their marriage, significantly worse than the fourth. They both had been on a downward spiral; her testing his limits, him retaliating, and so it went. They were both a little unhinged, perhaps that was what drew them to one another. People whispered of their love as being coined in the most depraved parts of hell. No one knew what happened within the cold halls of their room, no one dared to find out. All they heard was silence– and the occasional horrific screams at night. It could’ve…

  • Short story

    If this was our last

    Last night I was at choba, on the main road next to the filling station. It was 11pm yet the sun shone brightly in the sky. Every other thing was equally amiss, and I clutched the hand of my lover, knowing each breath could be our last. Whether it was the gunshots or all the men in waistbeads and machetes, or the cries of the women as these men went from house to house killing and ravaging, but death was in the air. Death and sorrow; and the anxiety that came from wondering if you were next. I clutched the hand of my lover. I knew he was scared for…