Paranoia- a short story

They were coming to get him, he knew deep down they were always watching contrary to his family's belief. His curtains were always drawn, hiding the windows that are permanently nailed shut, his house now a tomb, his safe sanctuary. The spy hole in the front door has peeling paint surrounding it, warn down from…

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Summer- a short description.

The sun is high in the sky, scorching everything in its path. Shirtless men parade the streets with the skin tone of lobsters, some of them easy on the eyes, some blinding. In the distance you can hear the faint jingle jangle of the ice-cream truck symphonically joining in with the whirring of lawn mower…

You make me feel…

You make me feel beautiful, you make me feel smart, you always know what to say to claim another piece of my heart. You make me feel special, you make me feel one of a kind, you love me for all of me, but especially my mind. You make me feel confident, you make me…

Pee in the sea-a short poem

There once was a girl who lived by the sea, every time she swam she made a little wee. Her mother would moan and tell her stop but she insisted if she did that her bladder would pop! Then one day her family swam in a public pool, her bladder was twitching but her mind…

Blood lust

The room smells musty, the windows imprisoned in a cage of nails, forever sealed shut. The wallpaper has seen better days, peeling away strip by strip as if to escape the festering air. The carpet threadbare in tactical pathways. He sits by the window in a stained recliner, the cushions hiding poor mans treasures, food…

The big 30! – a cynical poem

Yet again another birthday draws near, but this one is so different, this one is filled with hate and fear. Everyone keeps saying this one stupid phrase, a weak attempt at a compliment, false comfort that drives me into a craze...... They say Now is the time, you are "thirty, flirty and thriving", well tell…

Her heart

Once upon a time there was a beautifully happy young girl.... Her dreams were big and her expectations even bigger. She gave her heart freely to anyone who would take it, she would hand it to them in a beautifully wrapped satin box with a wide naive smile as she did so... They would be…

The Love Memorandum

Like a feast of words that smoulder in the mouth.

David Redpath

20180121_111044-01-01-01-02774794570.jpegThe Love Memorandum

Still breathing
Living still
From oceans deep
a mortal spill
The waters testing
in the fullness of time
What’s in your heart?
Who’s on your mind?
Having received
the Love Memorandum
from Planet Freedom
Regarding that love
that doesn’t change
with the wild weather
Of love forged
in the fires of forever
A love that never fails
Like the latter rains
of a summer harvest
Love gives meaning
to this existence

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The bite

She sways as she tries to walk... She's drunk... She stumbles slightly... The night is dark and moody, the path uneven... The bushes rustle.... She stops and stares in their direction, trying to focus her wavy vision.... Suddenly she has rough heavy breathing in her ear.... She gasps.... She spins around.... His teeth sink into…

Babies!!!

It's a simple fact that there is a stereotype in life that woman should all want husbands and babies, and even though we live in an era that denotes equality between men and woman, female independence and feminism on the rise this stereotype or stigma still secretly lingers in the deepest part of our minds.…

The sickness- a short poem

Your body hurts with this incredible pain. They ask how you are but fakeness is not far from your brain. People all around, life still moving, still normal. Questions about your health, not comforting but rather formal. Is this sympathy or empathy? Truly caring, or it it just courtesy? When your mind is blurred and…

Satin sheets

It's hot in the room, heavy breathing and stifled moans fill the air with humidity. A single drop of sweat trickles down her spine, slowly making its way down the path to her round, ample derrière. Her hands are up high, laid flat on the velour black headboard, her soft pink breasts exposed in her…

My internal storm – a short poem

It's raining again, but outside the sun is shining. My heart cracks like lightening, because for happiness I am pining. Tornado winds are my internal storm, my emotions too strong, feeling forlorn. The tsunami inside twists my soul apart, fighting these feelings, trying to resuscitate my heart. My internal weather is never calm, and my…

A glimpse into nowhere

The cotton sheets were soft on his weather treated, hard working skin. Breathing in deeply he rolled over, arm outstretched searching for another human life. The air around his hand cold and crisp in comparison to the stale heat under the duvet. A hint of pine filling his nostrils, the cabin not yet a year…

Oh, the horror!

It was a typical summers day in Sun valley, Cape Town and the valley was certainly living up to its name. The heat from the sun was warm and inviting, but the shade from the large trees scattered on the sidewalks were a welcomed haven of cool. She jumped between tree shade and sunlit pavement…

The missing sock

Oh little sock where have you gone? I have your partner, the pair you came from. The drum is empty, I checked it twice, if you would just turn up now that would be nice. You are not on the floor or in the laundry bag, is that you over there? No! Just a cleaning…

A million miles

She looks,....... no message. She sighs. She looks again,...... no message. She puts her phone out of reach, out of sight out of mind.... Or maybe not, she leans over and picks it up yet again but this time holding the screen side down, should she look? Does she dare? Of course she looks..... In…