Recent short stories
Penelope on the newspaper headline
Griffiths M. Mmotla Milton woke up in the humid crack of mid-February’s dawn, with the same dream that seemed to hang him otherworldly with the same questions for two weeks. Lying on his bed with lucid fragments of the dream he had amid nightly circulations, staring at the window with a poignant thought, wondering what might have been of their third-date. His pale face ascribed how tattered his dreams were, uttering a gruesome bliss of sadness across the avenue. She reminded him of the time, the time when he knew true peace of mind oozing through his veins graciously. He remembered the Newspaper headline hefting a huge tome of amassed memories of the days he had and those he didn't. ... read more Dark City
Romeo D. Matshaba If it was at all possible that they could have been stolen by mongering thieves; then on crooks and bandits I would hardly press my reproach. But it cannot be crooks; even crooks cannot steal pleasant memories. Waking up in a city, I’m sure it’s a city. One ear pressed to the rough pavement, and the other peaking at the dark sky. This peaking ear hears no swish no whisper, except for an occasional bark of a timid dog outlying beyond the grasp of my weary eyes. The darkness enlightened me it was night, a winter cold night. My ears felt the chill of the night shortly after the white snow breath signaled me of the below freezing temperatures. Even the moon had taken a vacation from the queer city; I believe it was then when the clouds followed. Only stars tenaciously remained; that star light to guide my mystified eyes. read more Bumped and Broken
Taahir Chagan At 13:59, on a warm Saturday afternoon in the City of Gold, there was a knock on Kevin’s door. It opened to a short, beautiful brunette of about twenty five, with skin the colour of caramel, and eyes the colour of the ocean. She wore a stunning summer dress which looked like an abstract painting. The woman entered and took a seat on one of the couches; gracefully lit a long, thin cigarette, and then she began to scan the interior of the modern apartment. The apartment, in one of the newly re-developed buildings in Braamfontein, was on the 17th Floor, having a good view of the inner city. ... read more A heart of darkness
Lebogang Sewela When streams won’t flow any more, that moment when you feel like your soul is absconding in you and you try so hard to latch it but it’s just too late and it hits you that you’ve been knocked. That moment when you are trying to hold on tight to something valuable because you believe in it, but then again you still can see that that something is fragmented. But the solid love, patience, perseverance that resides within your heart refutes you from forgoing the rope. You keep on holding on and holding on with Hopes that the streams will flow again. You rely on this Hope that seems to be the only thing left. When you think that “Hope” has got your back, yet it also disappoints you when it loses the battle and decays. In this above scenario one cannot help but feel defeated. There’s nothing to fight for and now everything is deemed, and the heart remains to be in darkness. ... read more A thousand sails
Romeo D. Matshaba All your written letters my son some of them are ragged and bent at the corners. Some I had to adhere together with what I could find. I know more than most that some words are lost and some memories are forever gone. But your last letter left my hands shaky, my mind distressed, and my eyes teary. You said how you now forgot my laugh, my face even the way I say your name. All that was left was a far and hazy memory. Forgive me as I still speak to you as if a boy, the years tell me you are now a man, 30 years – 30 makes a man. ... read more |
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