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Tshwaro Moswatlhe

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020

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To Quote Andrew Schulz, "What Are You?"

“It’s so. . .it’s so flat.”I frowned. “Okay, sure,” was all I offered.“So, bland and uninspired,” the executive continued.I grumbled and whispered. “Yeah, well, you’re a broken record player.”“A what?”“What do you want from me?”“Something to work with.”Again, I frowned in slight confusion. “Sure.” I looked at the computer screen, at the story I had laboured on for the last nine months and pointed at it. “So, that’s not – I mean, I’ve written the same thing. Followed the same formula. So, I don’t know. . .again, what do you want from me? I ju...

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The Vagrant

My mind runs lucid. My dreams run vivid. Everything, chiefly my imagination, runs unchecked. Weird cats and doped-up-to-the-gill-losers, surrealists and curated nonsense—an odd quartet. This PCP-infused picture is brought to you in immersive 75mm CinemaScope. What a sight! A revolutionary take on dreaming, this is.Get this: I’m in a park. Slammed right in the middle’s a giant baobab. A door grows on its base and I enter. My mind goes giddy when my eyes peep the room, when my nose sniffs the sugary promise of a bowl of porridge, when my ears ...

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The Midnight Purple Broomhandle

I A slow contemplative jazz number was playing out. By the audience, the room was dim, as black as the ocean at night it was; by the stage, the performers were washed with vibrant indigo and blue colours. There were five of them, he saw. Two played the sax and clarinet, one the piano, another the double bass, while the last one was given the drums. He took a seat in the back, away from wondering eyes, preferring to be a wallflower than a disco ball. He decided to wipe the blood off his hands on the crimson suede sofas. Good thinking, he...

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The Farmhouse on the Hill

Submitted to Contest #68

PART 1 *** 28/10/1998 I don’t think I can do this. This guy Jayme wants me to help him rob some fucking jewelry store out on Main Street. It’s a dumb idea, I know, one that's likely to get us both killed. But man, what other option do we got? Ever since we lost our jobs at the Nesco Automobile Factory, it’s been harder than a virgin boy’s dick after watching porn for the first time.  I tried looking for work at other places; Joey’s Burger don’t hire nobody who didn’t finish high school, and the New Durban High School don’t hire ...

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