Isu Writes Stories

When did you realise?

We’d been together for three years. Three years and a couple of months. On our way to four. Three years and neither of…

What makes a tragedy?

Context: This story has gone places. It has been rejected by many publications and for a brief time has lived elsewhere on the internet. Now I am uploading it here as a final resting place. It has a special place in my heart and I hope you enjoy it

It’s a small house to be trapped.

Context: There was a friendly challenge to write a story about two characters in six hours. I hadn’t written in over a year. Happy I wrote this no matter how bad it is.

Sleepless

by Isu Muhammed

Her Eyes

From the archives: This is a very old story. I think I wrote it about three years ago. It can still be found on my former blog (find it if you can) and it’s one of the best received pieces I published on that blog. Since I wrote this story, my writing and the things that inspire it have evolved a great deal but…

All at once.

I used mine when I was 5. The word ‘use’ is probably not a suitable way to describe how I wasted it, on an ice cream. I wasted it on an…

And then we knew what it was

“That’s not what I am looking for.” Her voice was timid and it came out almost as a sob.

“The one I want is blue — and round — round at the bottom — round at the base. It’s always there next to the red ones. The ones that are square — square at the…

This is what I know about my grand mother

I don’t know what kind of story I want this to be. Do I want to start by narrating the rumors about her that spread through the village, rumors about her greed.

“Why does she work so much? What is she doing with that money?”