Lost and Found
Sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss I try fighting my way out to no avail. I hear vague, urgent voices in the background. I feel cold. My body aches. And then…I remember…
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10 Entries in: Creative Writing
Just. One. More. Time.
Just one more time I am asking you...What were you thinking? What is wrong with you? What did I do?
Recipe for Disaster
She left him lying there in the kitchen in a crimson pool not knowing if he was dead or alive. She was not going to wait to find out.
Possession
She walked down the stairs. Quietly. He saw her though. She wasn't quiet enough. He stood there staring at her. She looked around. There was no escape. She'd have to face him. No way no how he was letting her go.
Ja Baas
"Wie's jou baas? Who's your daddy?"
Danny Boy
You think the worst of everything and everyone. Who did what to you to cause you to be this way?
Dis Nag Vir Jou
"As ek jou gaan vang...dan gaan djy mang".
Smackdown!
This week’s tandem title is “Smackdown!” I am a Capetonian. This is a conversation I hear many-a-time. It is a reality not just for Cape Town…but globally. It takes one person to make a difference. Nothing is impossible. It’s time for a change. The change starts with us.
What’s Cooking
She decided today is the day. She had to know. She would just come right out and ask him. As he walked by she stopped him. “So…I’ve been wondering… What is it you’re really into? I’ve been watching you walk down this road, hands in your pockets with your face down for the last two [...]
Missing
"For two years she has managed to wander...faceless...nameless. Fading into the background from city to city. Being recognised could be so costly. She took up small jobs to sustain herself. Lived off the grid as best she could. She was so careful. Hoping...Praying to never be discovered."