A Swansong in Ash and Ember
I have loved from the fireline—bold, open,unafraid of the burn. I have danced the dance ofalmost-lovers,almost-timings,almost-yes. But I do not burn myselfto
Willem Jacobs
March 24, 2025
John’s fat mother
John’s mother was convinced she had an influence on the weather. She had very bushy eyebrows that met in the middle, and
Willem Jacobs
March 20, 2025
Against
Inked forever a reminder to fight even as blood trickle down bruised, battered. Against the stock standard, against the norm, the expected.
Zilla Schoeman
April 27, 2022
’n Liefdesverhaaltjie geskryf op ’n sonskyndag.
Ek was vier jaar oud toe ons ontmoet het. Jy was wild en vreemd en iets wat ek nog nooit aanskou het
Zilla Schoeman
February 5, 2022
Solace
There’s solace in the trees where the air sways against shadowed leaves creeping between ancient branches deep below the bark, next to
Zilla Schoeman
February 4, 2022
’n Liefdesverhaaltjie geskryf om 17:15
Ek het effens oorweldig gevoel, dis nog lank voor die woord gewilder geraak het as OCD. Soos ek gaan sit op die
Zilla Schoeman
January 18, 2022
‘n Kort storietjie, geskryf op ‘n Sondag.
Miskien is Maandae nie bedoel vir iets so delikaat soos blomme koop nie, dis net te besig, te dol, effe mal. Jy
Zilla Schoeman
January 8, 2022
A tiny story about a shut door.
The corridor was short and narrow with only one door on each side. The door on the left stood open, the one
Zilla Schoeman
August 19, 2020
A tiny musical tale.
They keep me sane, the voices in my head, I won’t survive without them. Some sound angry, they have their reasons they
Zilla Schoeman
July 7, 2020
A tiny tale with a warning.
“Turn around, walk away.” Miko tapped me against the ear and I obliged with a sigh. Some called them angels, some called
Zilla Schoeman
June 15, 2020
A tiny story with a hefty price.
The half empty waiting room should have been his first sign.–The view in front of him, chased by influencers and travellers, is
Zilla Schoeman
May 6, 2020
A Day In The Life of COVID
My alarm is set for 8am but my body does not allow me to sleep until then. I get up at 7.20am.
Cloudette van der Berg
May 5, 2020
A tiny take on a potent addiction.
Lucky you, still so young and blushingly pretty, you don’t need it yet; you manage without it just fine. And it shows,
Zilla Schoeman
April 26, 2020
A tiny but mysterious tale.
Eric, the town’s policeman, received the first sculpture thirteen days ago. Since then, he found a new one in his mailbox every
Zilla Schoeman
April 10, 2020
A tiny story about a gigantic disaster.
All around, matters were looking dire. Desperation spread and starvation became a despairingly real possibility. Someone had to do something. To avoid drama,
Zilla Schoeman
March 30, 2020
A tiny but overly dramatic tale.
“It’s 22:00, pulling down the soft linen, I slide into bed. I reach for the bedside lamp. A click puts a wrap
Zilla Schoeman
March 26, 2020
A tiny story with an unhappy ending.
Sarah’s life would have an unhappy ending. Her narrative would end in tears, that’s just how it’s going to be. And from
Zilla Schoeman
February 26, 2020
A tiny gothic tale all in the name of art.
The blank page mocks taunts with the ticking clock. 3 Days and I’ve got nothing, no lurid explanation will pacify my editor.
Zilla Schoeman
February 14, 2020
A tiny thriller written cause life is scary.
“Wake up!” Screaming, a shooting pain, frantic hands shaking me… I woke disorientated and in time to see his feverish eyes rolling back
Zilla Schoeman
February 5, 2020
A tiny tragic story cause the world is sad.
He kept noticing her throughout the day, while they were playing on the beach, dipping in and out of the icy water
Zilla Schoeman
January 22, 2020
A tiny Utopian story written to feel better.
I came to on a chair in the centre of a bright yellow room; my mind is alarmingly clear and although I
Zilla Schoeman
January 17, 2020
A tiny horror story written in December.
She’s tired, even more than the night before. Pushing open the dilapidated door, her fatigue increases as she trudges into the dark
Zilla Schoeman
January 6, 2020
A tiny love story written on a sunny day.
We met when I was four years old. You were wild and strange and like nothing I’ve seen before. Your violent outbursts
Zilla Schoeman
December 9, 2019
A tiny love story written on a hard day.
I watch the two of you each day; she laughs at your jokes even when they’re lame as hell, he will be
Zilla Schoeman
November 21, 2019
A tiny love story written at 17:15
I was feeling rather overwhelmed; this was before the word became trendier that OCD and everyone suffered from it. Sitting down on
Zilla Schoeman
November 12, 2019