Author: SammyVundla

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We are conditioned to believe that the physical is what is real, that we have to see things to believe they exist. We are taught that we are born…

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Your love;It feels like coming homeAfter a cold rainy dayTo find a good fire crackling,My favourite tea steamingNext to my favourite bookon a pile of cushionsIn front of our fireplace. It feels like taking in the scent of comfort,Your love…The smell of freshly bakedChoc chip cookiesMerging with the citrus flavours in my tea…It feels like…

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“Why is it that five thousand units of our currency is worth one unit of your currency, when we are the ones with the actual gold reserves? It’s quite evident that the aid is in fact not coming from the West to Africa, but from Africa to the Western world. The Western world depends on…

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It’s true you know, that phrase: “Not all readers are writers, but all writers are readers.” I can’t express with words just how much I enjoy reading… Being an aspiring novelist, I challenge myself to read genres that are outside my comfort zone. I find reading enriching, for so many reasons other than a good…

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I’m angry, I’m hurt and I am scared. These feelings have skyrocketed over these past few weeks, there’s no ignoring how much danger we face on a daily basis… I know the feeling all too well, having to say a prayer and hope I survive a day without being assaulted by a strange man, or…

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I want to run and run and run and smash into you like the most colourful splashes of uninspired paint made by angry artists on these canvases. I want to shake you alive until your mind begins to fathom and comprehend the depth of these wounds you’ve made. I want this ribcage ripped apart until…

Ray

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The sun is rising.I sigh in fearas the first raybeams upon my face… How my soul yearnsfor the haunting coldnessof last night.I wish hardfor the nightto hasten its arrival. My heart involuntarily meltsat the warm invasionof the morning sun.I try to pull my blankettightly over my head,shut my eyes tighteras the light piercesthrough my pitch…

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This was an interesting topic to write about, I had chosen “Special Day” in our monthly hat pick of topics. I’m sure this meant writing about an interesting event or outing, but why not shake things up? The following is an excerpt from a novel I’m writing… Hope you enjoy it! “This place is stuffy,…

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It’s no secret that I’m passionate about purposeful living. Matter of fact, I’m convinced that a life without purpose is nothing more than mere existence… There’s so much perseverance and discipline that stems from a hope in something greater than just surviving and waiting on the waves of life to take us to and fro,…

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It’s alive!The beast is alive!Staring down at seemingly inevitable downfall,casting crowns of thorns,watching impatientlyas life leaves soulscold,leaves spirits crushedlike dry autumn leavescrinkling crisplyas the winds of terror blowlife away.Blow up mindswith nuclear explosions of defeatand hopelessness,because fear felt is mind blowing.Relentlessly hunting down,sharp shootingtraces of love…lustfully yearningto stalk down every last dropof passion. He’s alive!The…