Fiction

Plotlines, Outlines, Godplay

The Fare [shortlisted- African Writing Prize for Flash Fiction 2011]

By |April 11th, 2012|

[shortlisted- African Writing Prize for Flash Fiction 2011]

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Home Invasion

By |March 29th, 2012|

We were introduced to the Black Box writing technique by supervisors Silke Heiss and Paul Mason in an MA seminar that dealt with conceiving the bones and sinews of a story.
Elements are chosen randomly from five categories; character, situation/incident, place/setting, time and theme.
These selections are then used to develop the framework upon which the narrative hangs.
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The Buried

By |May 23rd, 2010|

It was 3 AM and I was digging a hole in the desert.
Christa stood next to me.
In the torch light, she was a fidgety monster patting a bundle in her arms.
“Is it done yet Tess?”
Her voice was gritty in the smooth silence.
“Almost there hun, you just hang on.”
She went back to poking at the swaddle and cooing in delirium.
“Uh-huh, I’m so sorry baby, I’m so sorry. Momma’s gonna try and make this better you hear? I’ll be better next time. I’m so sorry.”
I’ve been here three times before; digging holes for Christa in the desert.
You could call me a good friend.
Dependable. Complicit. Fucking insane.
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of sons and daughters (pdf)

By |March 23rd, 2010|

Download the complete and roughly edited first draft of this short story here

And after, an overwritten rooster

By |November 22nd, 2009|

At 2am, the magnificence of the night was defiled by unholy shit spewing from the house five doors away.

She stuffed the comforter into her ears and began to think really loudly.

But there was this one note.

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Free writing exercise

By |October 19th, 2009|

Via via

I don’t know if this counts though, as I scrawled while (wo)manning our paper goods stall at the fleamarket on Sunday. Probably took longer than five minutes too. Brain spew mostly. It’s what happens when you stop reading real books. Flies sit on the mind’s eyes. Creative kwashiorkor. […]

allergic reactions

By |September 22nd, 2009|

(A piece I started years ago and rounded off today)

Talk to me dammit, Say something, anything. Please. I can’t stand it when you get like this. Really, I can’t handle it. Why the hell aren’t you speaking? Come on, please. Please? I’m begging you. What did I do? Tell me. Come on, just tell me. Don’t look away from me. You can’t avoid facing me forever you know? I’m always going to be here. We’re not leaving this table until you say something. […]

Shaira

By |June 10th, 2009|

Making space to write was one of the reasons behind my move to freelance. So far, it hasn't been working out too well. I've got a great method where I write down all the things I have to do, and then proceed to do none of them. However, today was a little different.

I want you to love her…

By |December 18th, 2008|

…and thank the Almighty you did not emerge from her.

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A brief intro to Basheer

By |December 14th, 2008|

(An unedited excerpt from “The daughter of no one famous”)

Under the grey fleece of sunset, the muezzin called out for Maghrib.
She hated this time of day. It was lead on her brain, oppressive and dim.

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Character: Sakinah-bhai

By |February 15th, 2008|

The rent money was gone.
Sakinah-bhai pulled back the decaying lace curtain to look outside. The street was still empty, Razi was nowhere to be seen.
That the rent money was gone wasn’t her only trouble, it was how it came to be ‘gone’. How would she explain it to Razi without that twit passing judgement and running off to tell her mother and sisters?
Stupid woman. Stupid woman. Her hands brushed against the tasbeeh on the sidetable. She picked it up and proceeded to thumb each prayer bead towards her. Stupid woman. Stupid woman. It’s what happens when you mix in the wrong circles. You try to impress, fit in. And you fail.
And you lose all the bloody rent money. […]

shadow of another that once was

By |October 24th, 2007|

marianna qi * Age: 27 * Gender: Female * Astrological Sign: Libra * Zodiac Year: Sheep * Occupation: hedoni

sam plays his spade and his maltesers

By |January 9th, 2007|

She walked into the room like spring came early. The kind of broad that makes men weak in the wallet. This gumshoe saw trouble. […]

She said …

By |May 9th, 2006|

  • He used to tell me the same thing – that we’d be perfect together. I told him just because I liked Metal Gear Solid […]
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