25 June, 2005 — Germiston, South Africa. The wind cut sideways through Germiston’s early winter air, tugging at Father Michael Madlala’s coat like a restless spirit. He stood before…
Marcus is a writer of short stories. Here is a compilation of stories that will inspire you, make you think and entertain you.
The grand hall of Parliament loomed under heavy chandeliers, their light casting shadows that danced across the faces of journalists, politicians, and curious citizens. The air was thick with anticipation,…
I found myself walking through hell one day. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of sulfur and decay. Waves of heat rippled around me, distorting the twisted…
The room was thick with anticipation, a heady mix of designer perfume and nervous energy. I was there to listen to David P. a new speaker on the motivational…
The air hung heavy with the scent of roasting peri peri chicken as I approached the Portuguese restaurant. Warmth clung to the December evening, a pleasant embrace against the…
The day dawned with a heavy inevitability, just as the prophet had foretold. This was Gary’s last day on earth. The prophet had told him his passing would be…