A Walk By: Sruti Nayani Whether on a warm summers day, or on a chilly winter morning, or even in the dark, rainy season, he always made his way into the busy marketplace. He would be up early in the morning, and while the day was still deciding what it would shower upon us today, whether it was rainy or sunny, he would get up and quickly get dressed, ready to step out into the rather hazy, shadowy morning. […]
By: Christina Burris High school is like a jungle. You have the lions and lionesses, aka the cheerleaders and the football players. Then you have the zebras and gazelles aka the nerds which are inevitably at the bottom of the food chain. Once you stray away from your herd into the den of the hunters, there’s no coming back. Imagine the high school cafeteria as the jungle. Each table represents a different pack or herd. The cheerleaders and football players […]
By: Nkiacha Atemnkeng I took my seat at the front pew of the church before mass with my wife, Egbe like we always do. At just a glance, I could spot all those church goers in the name of Christians who had not contributed to the betterment of Sacred Heart Parish Fiango, Kumba like the Chis, who had not disbursed a dime for our catechist’s basket. Like Mrs. Foncheu, whom I heard has slept with Father. And scrooge, Pa Atabong, […]
By: Katrine Strøm I woke up after the usual nightmare. The one I’d had since my fourteenth birthday few months ago. It was around midnight, I guessed, since mum was still up, but I didn’t have a clock, so I couldn’t be sure. I went for a walk, trying to exhaust myself enough to sleep. I walked down the street as quietly as possible, so as not to wake up any dogs. It’d look good, a teenager out on his own […]
By: Paul Nicholson Diary I just woke up in my van and my penis is all bloated and girthy. It no longer fits in the piss hole of my fuel container, and holding three litres of piss in one hand while undoing my fly, keeping my knob flopped out and making sure that it aims so as not to stink out my van is a chore indeed. My head is floating in a bubble of dehydration. I’m smashed from a […]
Death Of Freedom By: Roshan Maniam I would love to be in Colonial India especially towards its independence. It has a nostalgic feel towards it. Guess I am just influenced by V.S Naipaul’s books. ### Ram woke up and saw a pair of brown eyes outside his cell door. He got up from his bed slowly. The bruises he suffered still caused him much pain. It was Ophelia. Her pale skin radiated within the dark confines of the […]
