Extract from Thandi H. Dlamini's diary, year 2058:

"I never thought this day would ever come. The day when every male on the planet ceased to exist. It's absolutely mind-boggling. The words convey meaning, yet lack true coherence. While all the women celebrated this accomplishment, I harbored a deep resentment. A resentment so intense that it drove me to betray those I once trusted wholeheartedly. I am left with no one to rely on, not even my own mother. I feel lost in this realm of sorcery. Will I ultimately perish in solitude within this dystopian society?"

A World Of Women

We were in the locker room, getting ready for the one class I didn't dislike: gym class. I didn't like it because it was fun, I liked it because it was the only class that didn't require me to sit at a desk for 40 whole minutes. The gym teacher barely did her job, so the class was basically an extended lunchtime for us. 


The girls in the locker room were rushing back and forth, as if preparing for a fashion show. The various clouds of perfume were suffocating me, my poor toes were being annihilated as girls stepped on them while passing, and let's not even talk about the unnecessary amount of makeup the girls had to paint on their faces. Some looked like Barbie dolls, others looked like the Joker. 


"Thando," I felt someone's arms wrap my waist from behind, sending chills up my spine. 


The Shooting