“That is all, my Lord.” He said as he slowly grabbed his papers and neatly folded them into his black briefcase. He locked it and walked towards where I was seated. He gave me a nod and a faint smile. He placed the briefcase on the table in front of me and took a seat. […]
Author: Wilson Westwood
Writer. Dreamer. Wanderlust
Light As A Feather
A slight wind howls across the room, gently picking up a white, shiny feather from the ground. It is gracefully lifted upwards, making it twist and turn in midair and as the wind grows wilder, the feather’s rotation becomes more haphazard. It is blown across a busy road with matatus and lorries raging in different […]
Him And Her II
PART II HER She stood there. She just stood there. Her eyes wide open. Not even able to blink. She was staring at the door. It was a few minutes after he barged out of the common room like an angry bull, leaving her speechless and confused. Her friends came next to her […]
The Drug Addict
“We’re in this together,” They said. “We are more than friends and junkies. We are family,” They said. ….. I hear the sound of ocean waves gracefully swooshing along the seashore in a slow but vigorous manner. The sound continues to duplicate, creating a rhythmic sound, which echoes towards us, mammals of the land. […]
Him and Her
Part I: HIM The day had come. That day when he, with his twenty years of life on this planet, had to do what any male species would do. He took breaths. Deep breaths first, followed by a few short breaths. It’s called pumping yourself up, for those who have no clue about it. […]
Puff Puff Pass
IT WAS RED. Deep red in particular. The kind of red most people would associate with what runs through our veins in an endless marathon across our bodies. Bloody red. The deep, dark, disastrous kind of red that would mean imminent danger to whoever was in possession of it. That color itself was […]
Fun and Games
It’s all fun and games until hell breaks loose. ~Anonymous It begins as a whisper. A tiny speck of reality slowly unfolding right before your eyes, with total cluelessness of what is going on, how to react to the said tiny speck of reality. It then gradually increases its momentum and ferocity upon your innocent […]
