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…

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Cake girl – a limerick

There once was a girl, she is me. She was born in a town near the sea. She's been chubby her whole life, it's caused her much trouble and strife, because she pretends that all cake is fat free.

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…

Summer, a short poem

The sun comes up, the earth gets warm, the masses rush to the beach, in an unorganised swarm. The waves wash up and tickle the sand, pulling in and back out, oh isn't it grand. A little girl with an ice cream dripping down her limb, her brother rushes to the writhing water, desperate for…

Emily (part three)

For the last three years Emily had been working six days a week and thirteen hours a day at the diner. On her day off she was forced to spend her time attempting to clean the house after her mothers continuous substance abuse party's.  Emily's mother had been trying to take as much of her…

Emily (part two)

After a very long bus ride across town, a plea to the bus driver over incorrect fare and a nice old lady paying the last few cents she owed Emily had finally arrived at the diner for her interview. The morning sun had just begun to rise over the silhouetted tree line, frozen mist still…

Emily (part one)

The night was much darker than normal, the black so thick that even her breathing felt laboured. Ice cold air Nipping at her finger tips, mocking her for not choosing to wear gloves. She walked home slower than she usually did, however not out of choice. She felt tired tonight, each step more effort than…