The Seller

Genre:  Drama

Maura was trying hard. Recently widowed she had to make a living. Her and her children were barely holding on. Mike had left her very little in terms of life insurance and assets.

The past few months she spent studying to write the local estate agents exams through the Professional Estate Agents Group. It was the only qualification she could study and be earning within a short period of time. And you didn’t need a degree to do it.

Maura spent hours trolling through websites to familiarize herself with house prices, the best and worst areas and the average prices of homes. Often people advertised their own homes and sold them privately. Maura disliked the concept but realized that they did hold opportunities if the owner could be convinced to work with her.…

The Proposal

Genre:  Satire

Wilbotsvale is the Hicksville of the West Rand! It doesn’t mean the people are bad, just poor and common. Being mainly a farm community, there are many poor families renting rooms from the farmers while working the land. It’s amazing how, no matter how poor they are – they smoke, drink and have more kids than they can educate.

Blinky is the exception. Pretty. Able to pass grade 8. Takes care of herself.…

The Christmas Carollers

Genre:  Horror

Mike was short, stout and downright ugly. He hated everything good and kindness was a foreign concept to him. Even at Christmas time, when his neighbours were giving he didn’t. The neighbourhood Christmas carollers spent months rehearsing their songs so that they could sing their way through Christmas. It made them happy and they approached their singing with love and enthusiasm. They loved to share the joy.

The carollers drove Mike crazy. He moved between ignoring them ringing the bell in the cold and opening the door to hurl abuse at them. This year Mike decided to prepare for the carollers too, he had a special surprise for them.…

Rattus!

Genre:  Horror.  Warning: Upsetting content.

Benny, short for Bernice was a fitness fanatic. Every morning was an opportunity for a run in the beautiful forests around her home. Only a hailstorm or lightening could keep her off the path. She had bought the place for that reason and she loved it. Her home was tiny, she had to make sure her furniture was minimal. But what she had was comfortable and perfect for her.

Benny’s constant companion was “Treats”, appropriately named as treats were the little dog’s life. He was what she called a “Bitsa”, bits of this dog and bits of that dog! He had been trained to run with Benny, first on a leash tied to her belt, then beside her. Several times when it was raining, she had tried to leave him behind, but his pitiful cries always made her turn around and get him. He was so faithful and too adorable and Benny adored him back.…