This is the first story that I've written that will make up part of the collection titled "Where the Stars Used to Sing".
We’re in the heart of a (very mild, if you ask me) highveld winter and I’ve been plotting away and typing away on various projects. Although I did not get half done of what I wanted to get done, I have to admit that I was ill for most of the month. My brain just … Continue reading July Writing Update — Flash Fiction, Ruon Chronicles, and LectureNotes
It's been a while since posting an update about the 2018 Jozi Flash Anthology; mainly because the universe decided to give most of us working on it a few kicks. And punches. Something like the printer scene from Office Space.
He came at midday, raw fingers and knuckles leaving bloody specks on the stone as he climbed the height of the rock to reach the abbey...
I woke up dead, the colour removed from the world.
My friends and I always sat in the shade of the stone angel during the summer. Every day the talk would turn to what could possibly be beyond the arch if it should actually open like the old wives’ tales said - if the angel should spread its wings. “I’m telling you, it’s some kind … Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Angel’s Laugh
Written for Microcosms, my prompts for the week were “ordinary person”, “airplane” and “sci-fi/fantasy”. A Taste of Peace It was as close to the aliens that I had ever been and I sighed inwardly as I saw that my window seat with the extra legroom was next to a couple of Greens. I stowed my … Continue reading Flash Fiction: A Taste of Peace
Written for last week's Microcosms, my prompts were "news reporter", "battlefield" and "sci-fi". Babylon “We can’t broadcast this.” The suited man stared in disgust at the reporter’s footage of the aftermath of one of the battles on Babylon. The reporter’s red-rimmed eyes stared at the screen. “It shouldn’t be hidden.” He used two fingers to … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Babylon
Written for Microcosms, my prompts were “tea-lover”, “restaurant” and “memoir”. A Cup of Tea I stare at the tea menu. Darjeeling or Assam? Perhaps white tea. Green tea. Oolong? I go back to the Darjeeling, then smile at the waitress and order. At least, I hope it was a smile and not a grimace. It’s … Continue reading Flash Fiction: A Cup of Tea
This story was written for Microcosms (where your story must be 300 words or less) and my prompts were “guard”, “exhibition hall” and “crime”. Blood and Tears They had always said that my blood wasn’t pure enough to work here, that the gods would take vengeance for having their holy objects exhibited for all to … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Blood and Tears