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Carin Marais
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Or, some days… the dragon wins. Sometimes it feels as if I am taking one step forward and two steps back when it comes to my writing. Not that I suddenly suck one day (I mean, obviously some stories don’t quite work, but I don’t mean that), but it’s like…
April Writing Update
April Writing Update
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Read “Forgotten” here. The inspiration for “Forgotten” came from the photo “Man on plane” by Ross Hughes. While it started out as a fantasy story, it soon turned into a let’s-see-how-much-I-can-creep-myself-out story. So, while it is horror, it is more…
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This story was written for last week’s Microcosms flash fiction contest. The prompt was “I wasn’t always a grumpy old man”. Story: Broken One of the children lingered by the garden gate where the old man stood, red cricket ball in his hand. The other…
Flash Fiction: Broken
Flash Fiction: Broken
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(This is the complete story) The wreckage of the plane had lain there since I was a boy. It had aged as the moving sands scoured it and the sun bleached it like the bones of the dead. We were told never to go near it, that it was haunted by the spirit of…
Short Story: Forgotten
Short Story: Forgotten
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If you’ve missed out on the other parts of the story, you can just go to this post for the complete story.  “I don’t have a brother,” I said and pulled my hands from her grasp, afraid that my mother had lost her wits. “Come inside,” she said and reached…
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It was near midday when I at last woke and stumbled from my room hoping for something to eat. Along with my wits the restful sleep seemed to have also brought back my appetite. I went into the garden, munching on a simple cheese sandwich. While mother was…
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Both mother and father came running, though both acted like they had just woken when I screamed. Father still had dirt staining his nightshirt and I knew I had really seen him burying and burning the teddy bear. Mother sat with me and held me, rocking…
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Read part 1 – 4 I heard a sound outside after mother and father had kissed me goodnight and left my room for theirs. I slowly crept from the bed to the window and peered out into the garden. There, beyond the row of stunted beans, I could see my father…
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Read part 1 Read part 2 Read part 3 The slack-jawed woman haunted my fever-dreams but my mother remained at my bedside and helped me to fight her off. But whether this, too, was a dream I knew not as I had never thought of my mother as a warlike woman.…
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I think someone went and pressed the “fast forward” button on 2018. Days are flitting past faster than I can keep track of, it seems, not to mention not being able to keep up with all the projects I have in mind for the year! Alright, the only project…
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