I stopped growing taller when I was 19. But at 5'11, I was still one of the tallest women in any room I walked into. With my height and my tiny waist, I turned heads wherever I went. Which was why I wore hoodies and pretended to be a boy on my walks. Not that … Continue reading Sisi(Number 15) →

In the beginning, there was a doctor. I didn't speak for months after Sisi died. The funeral passed and my aunt Sade came to live with me in the big house with her children. Life went on as usual for everyone else. And I still hadn't made a single sound, except for the occasional sneeze … Continue reading Sisi(undoing) →

My mother used to tell me that death was a part of life, that the grim reaper was just a sliver of darkness in all of us. She said death was an axe hanging over our heads by a thread, and we'd all been born with a pair of scissors to cut those threads. My … Continue reading Of trains and train stations →

It rained throughout the day I came alive. It always rained on my birthday anyway—not because of some supernatural, special, birthday-related force—It rained everyday in August, especially in the drab small town I had exiled myself to a few months before. I rolled onto my back, sweating profusely and slowly making a pool on the … Continue reading Sisi(Number 1) →

I—after 24 years of life and almost 7 years of extermination—knew that assholery and other despicabilities were in no way gender specific. But after dozens of walks, I had yet to encounter a victim of the fairer sex. I’d always considered myself to be unbiased in my choice of victims, but how could I explain … Continue reading Sisi(number 46) →

The night was dark and I was 19 years old. Don't you just hate stories that start with 'the night was dark'.... Of course it was, that's why it's the night!!. I had been taking my walks for a year at that time. It had been a couple months since number 4. After that time, … Continue reading Sisi(Number 5) →

When I was younger —before all these disasters and human catastrophes— my favourite colour was yellow. Not the concentrated yellow of one of those sugary lollipops we all loved, I preferred the yellow of a fading rainbow. I was a bit of a romantic in those days, I liked to think that I was deep. … Continue reading Sisi (Number 59) →