Short Stories

<p>Today was like every morning. Anne strode in with no fanfare, no notice. It was the early hours of the morning, the sun peeking out from amoung the former high rise buildings in the city. She wore her usual blood red ankle boots, her long skirt was tied and tucked into her waist courtesy of &hellip; <a href="https://susankiskis.wordpress.com/2025/09/11/z-district-i/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Z District: Part&nbsp;I</span></a></p>

<p>It has been 250 days since at least 62% of women across the country took up a protest so unthinkable that the far-right faction of white men have been reeling and thinking of every way possible to quash it. The sixty-two percenters, as they are now known, made a pact that would make women across time applaud. </p>