The true story of a young foal SHE was born on a Tuesday morning in late February when it was still dark in a …

IT was almost dusk when she awoke, and she lay there for awhile. Her mind slowly adjusted to the log cabin she was in …

SARAH’S mind was burdened with conflicting thoughts, and the closer Jared got to her through her family, the worse it became for her. Sitting …

IN a little secluded place between the mangrove trees by the river’s bank, she sat, her eyes closed, a book of poems lying open …

I came into this world one late night on a grassy parapet in the glow of a street lamp, but disaster befell the moment …

A YOUNG girl – her bare feet numb to the cold- stood on the steps of the temple with her hands clasped, singing sweetly …

SUNSET – a conspiracy in the sky of burning red and tangerine glow, an eternal spectacle. On the edge of the creek, a painter …

UNDER the shade of a flamboyant tree in the neighbourhood park he sat, his pencil moving slowly, smoothly over the sketchpad, bringing to life …

DARKNESS on silent wings shrouded the small village, hush whispers and stealthy shadows crisscrossed the night for not everyone was asleep past the midnight …

SHE found him one week later, after her funeral, at the Magistrate’s Court, knowing he would be there after hearing mourners speak with disgust …