Tag: Wakimuyu

“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.

I had come to admire people who smoked cigarettes, not the act itself—it was the prop of the stick that interested me.

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

I miss those days when I used to wake up, sit on my couch, and finish a book in one sitting.

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.

The sun was up in the sky scorching everything beneath it and not even the forest’s vegetation protected us from it.