REWRITE | 52S 2022 | Week 2
Deadline: 9 March 2022
Scene 3 & 4
“Hey Marcum, wait up!” He slowed his steps but didn’t stop. After the mortifying incident in fifth period, Marcum wavered as he considered his options. His anger won out and he didn’t turn to see his friend hurrying after him,…...
Midir stepped out from the depths of Brí Léith and took a long, deep breath as his piercing blue eyes adjusted to the brightness of daylight. He turned his face upwards towards the sky. Since his people were forced underground…...
Cursed Afra opened her eyes and winced feeling the tightness in her back and the stiffness in her neck. She sat up shivering, her clothes damp; her cloak offering no warmth. The smell of the young man’s blood forever woven…...
Scene 4, Say Goodbye Mammy. ‘Who do you think you are? A slip of a girl from Tullamore, with your ideas of flitting off to Dublin. Following that young fella with his notions. Really! I’ll give you notions. Put that…...
CHAPTER 3 The Lamp’s Rightful Owner “You were not supposed to leave it out of your sight for a single moment.” “I didn’t, I swear. It was always right there behind me on the shelf.” ‘Where you couldn’t see it’,…...
Saturday morning, the 15th of April 2017 Grizelda owned a two-bedroom town house in the Yolande Mews security estate in the Willows, a middle class, mostly white suburb of Pretoria East. The entrance to the Mews sat on the corner…...
