| Short Story - Untitled Work In Progress
| | August 14, 1997, a new born baby fell out of a window of a Hillbrow high-rise. The gargling and... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 29-10-08 |
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| | Productivity --... | | Poetry | | Genre: | haiku | | Updated: | 02-05-08 |
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| Modern Arithmetic: Two Women
| | It is 6pm. The early evening sky is wearing a flowing iridescent burnt-orange dress that spans the sky. It radiates so, that even the air particles seem to have been tainted the same orange, giving... | | Short Stories | | Genre: | Prose | | Updated: | 17-04-08 |
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| A View From A Window
| | Sometimes at the height of my agitation I wonder what it would taste like if I were to bite into the sticky-fingered fabrication called time. Would taste as sour as the acrimony its passage through me... | | Words: | 351 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| Miles and Miles
| | The grating burps of the cab’s rushing tires against the intermittent beams prostrate across the... | | Words: | 219 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| Resurrection
| | It is not in the mighty eruption of a numinous pheasant... | | Words: | 134 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| Monday
| | Tired bastard child,... | | Poetry | | Genre: | Haiku | | Updated: | 31-07-07 |
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| even now
| | even now,... | | Words: | 212 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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