Creative Writing

Every morning, as the rising sun burns the mist hovering over the still water of the dam, bachelor Jackie Hangman stares longingly at the object of his affection. He barely moves from his perfect vantage point, a few trees away from where she sits. He is a shy bird, failing miserably at contributing to the much-feared reputation that birds of his kind have managed to cultivate over the years. While the other shrikes invoke terror into the hearts of the small veld...

Muhle looked at himself in the still waters of the pond. A handsome face stared back at him; glossy feathers and sparkling eyes. But instead of feeling pleased with himself, he was overwhelmed by a deep sense of sadness. ​It was hard to explain to the other birds; their jealousy of his good looks and striking tail prevented him from sharing his real feelings. For in truth, his tail – that glorious accessory that rippled behind him, like a tall stalk...

Danny Naidoo was always looking for a way to make a quick buck. He was from a long line of down-and-out Naidoo men who somehow managed to evade gainful employment and yet remain marginally solvent through the hard work of a long line of Naidoo women. But even Danny knew he couldn’t rely on the females in his family for every meal, and had therefore perfected a system that ensured he was reasonably well fed without severing those already tenuous...