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Category: Creative Writing
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Fisher lay awake on the bed, a portrait of restlessness within the sleek metallic bed frame. Agitated and sleepless, he perspired heavily in the humidity. His body, lit in the darkness by thin columns of moonlight through the parted blinds,…
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Against The Tide
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Andy
The wedding of Bongani to his wife Lebo marked the joining of the humble but widely respected Mphalele and Bapela families. White flags hung up outside the house of the bride informed the townspeople that two young people were to wed and…
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The Gift
by
Andy
The jar of marmalade sits untouched in the cupboard. Untouched, unopened and eaten. Eaten by a shrew, a shrew in a shoe. The shoe of a Jew. But the shrew is no Jew. The shrew is a surgeon, he operated on a sturgeon That he ate for his…
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The Jew,…
by
Andrew
It all came as a shock at first for me. If having armed police burst into my room in the middle of the night wasn’t bad enough – they deported me back to England. There was no explanation from the American government, nor any sort of trial.…
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Utopian England
by
GINGERroger9
Is this what men want? Sally hitched her skirt up further, revealing a snowy barrel of thigh. She noticed a single blue vein, which trickled down her leg like ink. Is this really what men want? Nervously, she returned to the almost empty…
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Sally.
by
Jema
My boy. I looked down at him with pride, his Everton scarf wrapped safely around his neck. He was my boy. We walked towards the bus stop. The excitement was paramount on his face - we’d been looking forward to this for weeks, months. His…
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Watch Your Back
by
tayler
‘Nothing’s lost forever. In this world, there’s a kind of painful progress. Longing for what we’ve left behind, and dreaming ahead.’ Bright white lights, the kind that usually come with images of angles and a sense of God about them,…
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untitled (so far)
by
Donna
I felt my body uncontrollably sway as i stood on the rickety wooden bridge, the champagne spilling out of the glass I was holding in my manicured left hand. The beautiful ring my father had generously purchased for me on my 16th birthday…
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Trapped
by
Louisa
Her eyes appeared a shockingly distant, beautifully bright, meaningfully perfect blue. Her thick, inky black lashes shadowed effectively over them as if to protect such innocent beings. She stared bravely ahead, a fierce yet anxious frown…
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Beauty
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Louisa
My dearest. The time has come for me to write you a letter. I feel that you deserve to know. It is time now. You need to know what you can and cannot get away with anymore. The boundaries must be set. You’ve had free reign for far too…
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Closure
by
tayler
The sky is a watercolour wash of grey and the rain hurls itself against my office window with the ferocity of a swarm of bees. I count myself lucky that business this morning has not requested me to venture outside. Instead I reach for a…
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by
Lyndsay
Just over a decade ago I was a naive child, ready to be shaped by anything and everything the world wanted to throw at me. Endless hours of cartoons, sky-scraping towers of Lego bricks and a collection of brightly coloured picture books had…
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Girl Power
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Jema
I’ve had a million dreams. I still have a million dreams. Every time I shut my eyes, or tune myself out of the world for a few minutes a new one appears and I’ll take a few minutes out to ponder, What if? Of course, some have faded and…
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Dream.
by
Jema
I decide I have been in this position for some time: motionless, upright, one arm flung at ninety degrees against the panel of an open door. There are people streaming past. None say thank-you, or even look at me to acknowledge the service I…
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Professor…
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Gemma3373
It is a few hours before Demetri is due to arrive and Sofia is walking through her father’s vineyard. The signs of neglect are evident everywhere, from the empty fountain to the rusted wheelbarrow and the broken windows. The endless…
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Hide and Seek
by
Andy
The camp had burned long into the night. Smoke filled the heavens like a swarm of locusts. Swirling white ash and cinder idly fell from the sky and settled on the ground like snowflakes. On the morning after the attack Eliki and his family…
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Riverwide
by
Andy
Bow tie, trilby hat, rain mac, New-fangled radio plugged in ear. Sane mans data he lacks, Thus he chats, and chats, to you who regard him queer. Burbles to the town the DJs news A funfair attraction for all the family to see. Yet who…
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The Tramp
by
Howard
” ” she said. How do I know what the silly woman meant? The sun meant nothing to me as a kid. Then the pineapple cubes which were in the white paper bag were used to confuse us. “It’s not A-B-C, it’s 1-2-3.” The T.V is…
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Niggy + Poppy
by
Howard
I am drinking a glass of Carlsberg in El Fino bar, Marrakech. The interior of the bar reflects the rich, red-brown nature of the land outside. Outside it is hot, hotter than you may be able to imagine. I glimpse Eathon, my traveling-partner,…
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Moroccan…
by
Howard
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