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Eli Mwalimu

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

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The City of Rats

“Today’s the day I change.” The grand wizened one quipped with a nauseating grin. The gathering was confused. Was the grand well? Certainly, she had to be ill for never had the malevolent one dared make a jest, least of all on this their hallowed day. Her revolting smirk widened, exposing blackened gums and rusty fangs. “Sisters tell me. What shall I transform into first, a rat, a hat, perhaps a fat cat?” The grand wizened one teased with a hoot. At her banter, the appalling cackling of a thousand hags ricocheted off the sewer walls. Y...

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It Started With a Knock

Weekly Contest #104

The silence was sublime at House 672, Nzambani Park. Mr. Nzomo had forgotten how quiet the neighborhood could get. After weeks of screeching toddlers, barking dogs, and get-togethers, finally, there was peace and quiet. Finally, he was alone. The holidays were over and the Nairobi folk had rolled their boom box Subarus back to the city. He could gladly settle down on his rocking chair, sink into the feather stuffed pillows Margaret had knitted for him and let the mellow tunes of Palestrina lull him to sleep. KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! Mr. ...

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The Boy Under The Bridge

Weekly Contest #100

The scullery maid placed a tray on the table with a glass of milk and a plate of éclairs. They looked absolutely delicious; large as a rolled-up fist and almost spilling over with cream. “Go on, help yourself. You must be hungry. My blood sweat and tears went into those éclairs and besides, the time for rest has come.” The maid said with a knowing smile. Timmy found the comment rather odd but was far too hungry to protest. The most decent meal he had in the last couple of days was a moldy piece of bread he’d wrestled from a roof rat t...

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