Once upon a time, a hunter left his home to go and hunt bush rats in the night, for that is when they left their dens. As he was leaving, he instructed his youngest daughter Cheruiyot, who had a habit of sneaking away without telling anyone where she had gone, not to leave the house, especially at night.
“Beware the Chemosit,” the hunter said, “For it calls with its song and loves to eat children. Stay until I return and we shall have meat for supper. Leave and it shall be the very last thing you do.” The hunter warned Cheruiyot and taking his bow and arrow, left for the dark woods.
Hey love. July is over and hopefully the cold with it. I cannot wait for the sun to come out and blaze as usual. I’m just not used to having to put on so many layers.
In other news, I have been doing a lot better as far as writing is concerned. I made a short story submission to Ekonke, Sweet Little Virgins, which should be coming up soon. I’ll put up the link here as soon as it’s up.
One evening as the weaver birds sang to send the sun to sleep, Mueni’s susu (grandmother) called her and her sisters to the kitchen.
“The firewood is almost done and the men are about to return the cows. Quick, go and fetch some firewood from the big rock before night falls. But remember; do not touch anything in or around the rock. Pick only the wood from the trees that grow at the mouth of the cave.”
Hey love. Now June is done and I have to say, it has been quite the bitter cold month. Also, I think I sprained my ankle because my foot swells up to about double its size at the end of every day.
Don’t worry though, I got the doc to look at it so it should be good with rest and putting it up. Lesson learned, don’t run every single day without giving yourself enough breaks. Breaks are important too.
Hey love. So after quite the eventful beginning of the year, I’ll have to say that May was quite slow. There were no guest posts, but only because I just couldn’t bring myself to write.
Everything I strung together just felt wrong and a part of me wanted to shift to children’s stories while the other part of me wanted to keep writing erotica. In the end, I was just too lazy to fight with myself and decided to do absolutely nothing about it.