Eve Muyanja
Bio
"All my life I've looked at words as though I were looking at them for the first time."
- Ernest Hemingway
Noir/Speculative fiction writer
Poetry, books, art, music, sunsets, clouds, and the night sky move me
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Stories (2)
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Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned
I gave Michael a slow death. First, I picked his teeth, I hated them, they were always brighter than our future together. I loathed his perfect face too; those happy brown eyes, the thick well-trimmed eyebrows, the tight jawline, and the double chin. It was a handsome face, but even with his teeth out, his dimples kept smiling at me. I put down the pliers and picked up the pocketknife, with the precision of a sculptor I curved his dimples out. He screamed, my body shivered, and the inside of my pants developed an exciting moisture. I then licked the blood off my pretty tool. Its black handle glistened in my right hand, smudged red.
By Eve Muyanja4 years ago in Fiction
No Escape From A Black Hole
I hit the brakes as soon as I saw her, but it was too late. Her body slammed against my bumper, bounced off, then went rolling over the murram until it came to a halt a few meters in front of my car. The air in my lungs stiffened, almost like a two-hundred-pound load was sitting on my chest.
By Eve Muyanja4 years ago in Fiction
