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Fuel Season 2: Episode 4 – The Songs of Praise

Series: Stories of the Fuel Speedway

Influenced by his father, Mandla plays to the fandom to save face after being humiliated at the PPV

28th of September – Season 2 MONDAY MORNING AT NGELOSI CITY HALL Mandla didn't know why his father had asked to see him this morning but he knew it couldn't be anything good. Not after losing to John Kloof again.  King John Kloof , thought Mandla, correcting himself mentally. He remembered how King Kloof had corrected him three weeks ago after the Season Two premiere of Monday...Read On

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Karma

You never know how one act of kindness can yield rewards.

She opened up the letter – read the words through teary eyes, another kind rejection, but it’s not a big surprise. She drops it in the basket on a pile of fifty more, a wasted application – not a single open door. She’d graduated college like her parents said she should, her path to a brighter future – but it wasn’t looking good. She’d borrowed lots of money in pursuit of education –...Read On

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Leann Meets Her Replacement

A true story.

Leann was in the process of getting ready for her first real night out with her friends since the birth of her daughter. Now her friends had not abandoned her during her pregnancy and after she gave birth. They all had dropped by often but they never lingered as there was no smoking allowed in the house. She had stopped smoking and even begged her live-in boyfriend James to quit, but since...Read On

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Best Fauntleroy

Particles of death lay beneath stone, of gristle and marrow. Chiseled with reference to. In my slippery state of being bones. Wishing I wasn't alone. Two percent bleach, with a bottle of Red. Butterflies between my teeth with a condiment of being Dead. Dressed in my best Fauntleroy, with the devil in my phone. Connecting me to my widow, beneath another stone....Read On

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Arbour Games [S2] – A Fuel Story

Series: Stories of the Fuel Speedway

As the fandom enjoy the return of PPV, we take a glimpse into the private life of the Club President

27th of September – Season 2 When Angela Moodley matriculated, she never dreamed in a million years that she would be involved in something like this. After all, back then she'd simply been Angela Mabaso: the typical "it" girl who was far more interested in dating the hottest boy than knowing anything about sports, let alone motorsport. Now here she was, not only married to...Read On

2020 The Year Of Covid

This year has proved to be chaotic It reminds me of a scientific movie The news makes you neurotic The world is basically gloomy This virus is a killer So many people have died Nothing makes this virus familiar The numbers have caused a landslide You have to wonder what is true Is the media telling some tales So many people have their views There are so many details Wearing a mask is the...Read On

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Childhood Experience

Great Artist

I was a girl in the first grade.  My teacher had me stand before an easel with a blank paper.  I told her I did not know what to draw and she said draw anything I had seen recently.  So I drew a "Picasso" style picture of a naked lady.  Recently my family drove us to a studio of paintings by a  famous Icelandic painter and I must have been impressed by one of his nude ladies.  The teacher...Read On

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COVID-19

Slowly the curtain comes down, dark rises over catacombs and ossuaries of bones  regurgitating the dialysis of my death  as the tallow drips my impending journey awakening a moth of my sinning quill  across the barren lands of COVID-19.   ...Read On

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You, Now

And it is now, while alone, that I see you, back in time, the young man you used to be, with tousled hair and a smile, your faded jeans and old jacket, covering your graceful limbs, marble-like skin of sweet scent that lingers in my memory still. And it is now, while alone, that your dear image I embrace and could not love you more.  ...Read On

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Puppeteer

The imps of twilight light upon a broken stitch  of life's hypocrisy and death's sewing basket the thimble be mine and thread be strife like a puppeteer in Hell from gothic shell two steps from Sodom and Gomorrah pulling the strings of Armageddon shaking the salt.     ...Read On

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A telling off

I got told off today. Not unusual at all, really. The little person who told me off has not long turned two, and already she is quite the character. I made the observation to one of my colleagues that she ought to be a teacher when she's older, as she's quite bossy.  I really do enjoy the company of this child. I like all the children I teach, of course, but she and I have this rapport...Read On

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Last Night at Sunset

I'll always be with you...

Last night at sunset, I waited for you. My love illuminated the sky, painting a vibrant mural with which to end your day. You stood on the shore, looking lost and alone. I wish I could touch you and let you know how much you are loved. But time was cruel and swept me away. Now all I can do is flood the sky with color and hope that you know it’s me, loving you, needing you, wanting...Read On

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Undercover

When it all started, 'we the people' objected. We called them an infringement on our liberty, a thief of identity. They were uncomfortable, unfriendly, and altogether alien in this land of the free. Then as time passed, we started to choose ones that reflected our mood, matched our outfits, made a statement. They became part of our identity. So much so, that when the danger passed,...Read On

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Rose Petals

Rose petals just lost to the passing of years, to the tricks of memory, fading seconds and hours. Rose petals lost in books still keeping their perfume, scented with sweet loves, desire and old passions.  ...Read On

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Sunset

Sunset in the city, our city by a river, sunset in the city, our love still present in the old stones, in the new buildings, in the tall bridges smiling at our river...    ...Read On

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Kismet Part 2

I want one perfect day and night with him...

I feel the warmth on my face and awaken, squinting at the sunshine streaming through the window. Upon fully opening my eyes, I find myself in an unfamiliar bed. It isn't an ordinary bed though - a canopy adorns the bed with pale silks cascading to the floor. I feel enveloped in luxury as my hands slide over the satin sheets. Then, I see him - my handsome savior. My breath catches at the...Read On

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An Affair

An affair hides the clocks of time under its brief encounters, hides the desperate prayer for desire to keep flowing. An affair defies time and death in its mad pursuit of pleasure, an affair refuses to become just dry rose petals between pages of some old book on a forgotten shelf.    ...Read On

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Ashes From My Meerschaum

Frozen dark of dreams melting  on broken wings awaiting dawn  spinning like wild dervishes  tapping the pane of my insane dripping into a puddle of night ashes from my meerschaum pipe like a faucet with a pale scream  so satanic the nightmares curse   falling on my exposed heart   of bleeding rivers in my veins in my mind's stinging syringe clotting my next verse  on broken wings awaiting dawn....Read On

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The Silent Carnival

Lavi stood in the cool dew-covered field. She loved the feel of the dampness on her toes. In this moment of meditation with the bird’s screams bouncing off her ears, she felt connected with the earth.  Soon the field would be stamped down; run over by the tires of rubes coming to enjoy the sights and sounds. By children running here and there, stuffing their faces with cotton candy or...Read On

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Fuel Season 2: Episode 3 – The Final Temptation of Brenda Koek

Series: Stories of the Fuel Speedway

Brenda must come face to face with her feelings about Jim as she faces 'The Playboy' one last time

21st of September – Season 2 EARLIER IN THE DAY "You want me to file what ?" "Sexual harassment charges." Brenda Koek looked at her younger sister like she was crazy. She'd just told her what she'd told Thawn on the roof last week and Doris was now basically telling her what Thawn had alluded to. "Doris, I'm not filing anything of the sort." "Why not?" "Because that's not...Read On

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Shadow Of Gertrude Jekyll

It was a melancholia of the rose, and thorns of my dark compose. With a spiritual ardor of love on the cusp of mysterious. In shadow of Gertrude Jekyll paling to a night shade. As my pen drips it's nectar with a damask fragrance, from the atomizer's mist. Warming me with a kiss beneath the pantomime moon. With a breath of life's refresh. Climbing the trellis at twilight, paling to a night...Read On

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Forgotten woman

The limbs of a forgotten woman are like hands of a dead clock, trying to turn and signal the hours only to find stillness and silence. Desire flows through her body, only to find its object gone, tears of pain and solitary climaxes course her face erasing hope. The body of a forgotten woman, becomes a memory in itself, a trodden upon, well-known territory, owing no excuses to a...Read On

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XXXV111

A likeness only, though my love be real  Since first I gazed upon her flawless face, This country maid who bids my heart to feel   Though time may pass, no blemish can conceal The perfect object of my life's desire, A likeness only, though my love be real   To share some space with her is my ideal And watch her breasts so gently rise and fall, This country maid who bids my heart...Read On

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Tootle_Foot

As I tootle-foot along the way  over costal dreams and streams through meadows of yesterday and marigolds of butterfly wings bubbling life's champagne  crickets fiddle fantasia's quadrille  over stepping stones and 'morrows where love covers every bough   hearing the piccolos fife over costal dreams and streams of sandcastles in the air as I tootle-foot along the way.   ...Read On

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The Cry of the Dolphin

She wishes she could hear his voice, one more time...

She sat by the water’s edge, watching the dolphins play. She wished he were still here, reminding her to be careful or telling her the same joke he’d told time after time. She could feel his presence so strongly by the water. It brought her comfort to know that he’d been proud of her, that his last breath had been to tell her he loved her. It was the kind of closure many people never get....Read On

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First Birthday

The first of many wonderful birthdays.

Ten forty-five they cut your cord, late evening in September. The miracle of childbirth, was a night that I'll remember.   You took a breath before you cried, a sound that gave me pleasure. I picked you up in swaddling cloth, my precious newborn treasure.   The first time you rolled over, you tried so hard to crawl. Now your feet have learned to walk, you've overcome it all.   ...Read On

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Given

Power I give Measures not to what is given Each moment we share Gives more insight  I bow With humbleness  The lasting bond To give true trust That is given and taken...Read On

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Pyres Of Dawn

Silence on wings of brightly colored sparrows today and tomorrow in a forest of woods hearing the bellow of my own ghost so soon the everlasting calls before the pyres of dawn  scampering over rushing waters  splitting seams in my daydreams  of obsidian carolers  for my eyes have seen the glory  today and tomorrow in a forest of woods.     ...Read On

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Kismet

A perfect storm changes her path...

I bang my head against the steering wheel, not believing my luck. It really is the perfect storm. Pitch-black night. Pouring rain. Dead car. No cell service. Lost. This sequence of events is just par for the course for me. An unfulfilling career, a string of bad relationships, the latest break-up the worst of them all, and an overwhelming feeling that I don't belong in this world. I am...Read On

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A Home By The Sea

Upholstered against the elements in scarf and overcoat and with a battered trilby perched on his head, Richard sets off on his afternoon walk. He crosses carefully at the zebra and walks up onto the promenade, where the café in the ornamental gardens is open but untroubled by customers. Seated by the window, he stares out over the windswept veranda. Many years ago he'd spent his honeymoon...Read On