Illustrations

Buildings look like libraries

Buildings look like libraries – especially at dusk.

The windows are arranged like books on a display shelf; some open and some closed; every story affected by the light and lines.

Look, in that frame a light turns on and a tired woman dressed in grey abandons her briefcase on the kitchen table. In the yellow square beside her scene, an elderly man leans against the windowpane and drinks the dying day. There are pot plants on his windowsill and lines under his eyes. Who does he see in the fading sky? (more…)

The War in the Sky

SRdeVilliers_WarInTheSky_2I watch the lightening explode the sky and scatter shadows and light with a shattering clap of growls and rumbling clouds.

Whatever did the first people think that this magnificent spectacle meant?

The sky thunders and the soles of my feet feel the earth’s reply.

How did they explain it? What stories did they tell?

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Dark King

The only thing darker than the writing was the ink used to print the words on the page.

The girl finished the chapter, closed the book and placed it on the bedside table.

She reached for the light switch. Click. The room was drenched in nothingness.

The book fell from the table and she flinched as the paperback hit the floor with a muffled thud. Burying herself in the blankets and squeezing her eyes shut, she tried to escape her writhing imagination. But shadows licked the walls and the darkness smelt of horror.

She sat up, switched the light back on and snatched the book from the floor.

With her index finger, she traced the cover of the shabby paperback and quietly chanted to herself.

Stephen King. Stephen King. King Stephen. The Dark King.

She opened the book again – but it had changed. It was blank. There were no words or printed stains. The dark marks were not there.

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