I love love love love stories. I’ll give a lot for any piece of writing that tells me who did what, when and how and why and etc. I’ve been toying with the idea of putting a couple down myself, but I’m so damn lazy.
I just have no writing discipline. At all .
I remember how reading iLOVE by Princess Ikatekit made me want to shoot my boss in the fucking throat and get to writing something, anything. (I want to reread this story, but I can’t because I lost it. I don’t want to tell Princess this. :(. Maybe she’ll wander by here and find out and send it again).
Another person whose short story style I really dig- Gabriel Garcia Marquez. I’ve read The Old Man With Enormous Wings too many times to count and yet I still have as much enthusiasm for it as I did when I first raped it with my eyes.
Anyway so, here’s a start. Giggle.
Once upon a time, there lived a cow who was probably a bull.
She was a menace, a menace that hated my guts.
Whenever she’d see me sloping down the hill from my house, she’d saunter across the path, knowing very well that the slow sway of her unattractive cow butt frightened me.
Because of this cow who might have been a bull, I was late for work a lot and so got yelled at by my stupid boss called Asif Amin. Fitting name.
YESTERDAY, I put my foot down!
I cast all fear away and trod where no (sane) being had dared to tread before.
Across cow’s line.
Unfortunately, cow had accomplices so not much joy was to be found on the other side of her damn line.
First came Bayonet bridge
And then the mire of dOOm
So Sunday wasn’t a very good day for me.
P.s: Who the hell is Kyanja’s LC1 chairman? WE WANT A ROAD!