God Bless Africa by Moira le Roux

Prompt: That will not be necessary | Word count 1200 words | Genre:  Memoir

This story was inspired by my sister, Liane Greeff’s last month story, and what it was like to grow up in the South African apartheid era. The racial thing didn’t affect me when I was a child as it all seemed normal. Just to clarify to overseas readers South Africa has Whites, Blacks, Coloured and Asians. The Coloured and the Blacks are very different and have different languages and cultures and won’t thank you to mix them up as tourist sometimes do.

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BBQ Chicken for Dinner by Zita Fogarty

Prompt: That will not be necessary | Word count: 1200 words | Genre: creative nonfiction

We are now into the summer season here in Australia. As the residents of the eastern state of New South Wales where I live prepare for another bushfire season, my thoughts are with those people who suffered enormous loss five years ago in the Blue Mountains bushfires of 17th October 2013. Continue reading

The Spithag by Kim Kneen

Prompt: That Will Not Be Necessary | Word Count: 1200 | Genre: Fiction

Dogan was a spithag of a man, small and wiry. Took after his Da like that; generations of diminutive men with just enough guts to brave the chopsy lumps they made their wives. Not Dogan though. His Mam used to say he was delicate. His Da said too soft. Continue reading

A Conversation With Mia by JM Barrie

Prompt: That Will Not Be Necessary | Word Count: 1200 | Genre: A Dialogue

I spot a spare seat in the packed office canteen. ‘May I join you?’

Mia indicates the chair opposite her. ‘Of course.’ She wipes her mouth with her napkin. 

‘Thanks.’ I deposit my tray on the table and sit. ‘So, how are you, Mia?’

‘Busy preparing for the plethora of people completing this year’s 12SS challenge this month, yourself included, I believe. How about you?’  Continue reading

Eikelane by Annalie Kleinloog

Prompt:  That will not be necessary | Word count: 1200 | Genre:  South-African Historical Fiction

Rumours of a pending war detracted from the excitement of wedding preparation. It suited Bessie. The frills and thrills that accompanied this tradition were beyond her reality. Lucas was her gentle force of reason. Continue reading

Toxin by Tapan

Prompt: Leftovers | Word count: 500 exact | Genre: Macabre

From the balcony of my seventh floor apartment, I spot a man. He is wearing half-shirt and a trouser. His dress is soiled, though it fits him well. A semblance of footwear drags him along. His hair is combed neat, unusual for a vagabond. He continues in tentative steps towards the glittery red packets laid in a row on the damaged parapet of a garbage dump. Continue reading

Periwinkle by Kim Kneen

Prompt: Leftovers | Word Count: 500 words | Genre: Fiction

Da fishes a periwinkle from the pot and holds it out to me on the end of the spoon.

It’s a perfect curl, gorse-gold, tucked tight into itself like a hedgepig prod with a stick.

“To your mouth, now” says Da. “And suck.”

I sniff it instead, a cautious rabbity twitch, then deep-draw-down. It smells like Da; briny and brackish. Familiar. Continue reading

The Green River Killer by Moira le Roux

Prompt: Leftovers | Word count: 500 | Genre: True crime fiction

Warning: Sex and violence

My name is Gary Ridgway but I am known as the Green River killer. It was not my intention to kill those girls as much as it was to set their spirit’s free. They were living on the fringe of life. Like the cutting of a suit leaves off-cuts – they were the leftovers of life. The nearly dead. The girls that no-one looked for as they had thrown themselves away. Prostitutes selling their bodies for the next fix. This is not what God intended for women. Somehow, they got distorted and it was my job to set them free.

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Good Enough is the New Great by Miriam Calleja

Prompt: Leftovers | Word count: 500 | Genre: Anthropomorphic fiction

On the way we rearranged ourselves in rows. I had spotted him in front of me, kind of like the way you spot people going to your same destination in airports. They are your clan, and you want to avoid their gaze, and any association with them. I tried to show myself smoother, fly higher, look superior by looking effortless. I don’t know why he was my focus point, he looked more dishevelled than the others. Mother would have never approved. Continue reading