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My book Complete Stories is available on Amazon, free on Kindle, Barnes & Noble Online and Takealot
“A sacred dream occurs. Two shadows stand opposite one another – female shadows that are descendants of the god of death. They morph into the light winds at the hour of 3:48 and sometimes they hiss – like baby pythons and sometimes like spitting cobras waiting patiently for their prey. Drenched in thirst. Drenched in greed and hunger. There is a need for conversation to take place, conversation about who they are, their names or perhaps where they came from. They are nameless as dead inland taipans decomposing below the blazing sun. If the death god could be compared to any known object the shadows would be the best comparison. My sudden interest in shadows came shortly after realizing that my body is not behaving the way it is supposed to behave. It rebels against the head even though the head has the tendency of contorting on its own”
Link below:
Complete Stories: Unathi Ndlelantle Ngada: 9781086585759: Amazon.com: Books
The Mind of Terror
“The hunt has won
The morn is dark
and black.
Let those black eyed children consume me in my sleep.”
- Unathi Ndlelantle Ngada, Nocturne
Book on Goodreads: A South Afri(K)an Psycho http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/40853875-a-south-afri-k-an-psycho
Book Therapy
“If there’s a book that you want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.”- Toni Morrison
A South Afri(K)an Psycho
“I killed the boy because I was afraid that the man was going to be born. The quickest way to kill someone: the Michael Meyers way, the Thomas Hewitt way. I had to delete him. The box cutter. I calmly stabbed him in the larynx and sang a lullaby in his ear as I held his head on my chest. The muscles around his larynx were collapsing as my fingertips were held against the bloodied skin on his neck. There’s a lot of calamity as I describe this very moment. I am in control and as I recall the moment in such detail the words are not difficult to put on paper.
The most fascinating thing that I can recall are those muscles collapsing. I was as calm as a bumblebee. The creatures in my mind were still playing on their merry-go-round. I’m beginning to think there is a see-saw somewhere. Some fucking where…
The snake and leopard don’t mate in the hours of the full moon and in winter. But all the same, they hunt for their prey.” - A South Afri(K)an Psycho ♥️
Link available below to purchase ♥️
Writing as a Utopia
“There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where they’ll take you.” - Beatrix Potter
A South Afri(K)an Psycho
The post-apocalyptic mind decays and the dead crows sing.
“I remember slitting her tender wrist nicely…blood playing a little game of drip drop while those happy tears drank themselves to sleep. I remember watching over my little shadow self - dull looking, sad looking, bony and petite looking little migraine chanting in her own little sea of shadows. Despair, Despair, Despair. Happy despair.”
Available on Amazon and Kindle!
Link below to purchase ♡♡♡
https://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B07FMXJ5G1/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1531828928&sr=1-1&pi=AC_SX236_S
“I spent my life folded between the pages of books.
In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters. I lived love and loss through stories threaded in history; I experienced adolescence by association. My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.” - Tahereh Mafi,
Literature is my Utopia
“Sanity is found at the centre of convulsion, where madness is scorched from the bisected soul.” - Sarah Kane
