Best Creative Work
They found her in the bath
by BrettV, HeadSpark Novels by Night
“I’m not sure if you heard,” I said. “She was murdered. Yesterday.”
I watched his eyes widen as he took this all in. He seemed almost ready to collapse as I continued. “They found her this morning. She was at home, in the bath. Well, most of her was, anyway.”
Charlie and the hobo
by Nicholas B, HeadSpark Novels by Night
“I saw everything”.
Charlie inhaled with caution, expecting at any moment to have her nostrils ambushed by the haunting smell of piss and lice. It never came.
I hate shopping
by nic23, HeadSpark Novels by Night
I hate shopping. I simply despise it. Just look at that screeching thing in the trolley in front of me. I swear, I can strangle it right here and now. It just never stops; it really does not know how to give up. I look at it over its mother's shoulders. Its red eyes make contact with mine for the briefest of moments. I look away in that awkward way I do when looking at women.
The call of the blank page
by Sim, HeadSpark Novels
The heavy pile of bleached sheets reflect the sunrays, making my eyes fill with tears. Through the ruffling of paper, the smell of unused newness makes the corners of my mouth lift. It gives hope to me. Maybe there’s a way out. A ripping sound brings my attention back to the papers falling to the floor, without thinking I press down on the cut. Red stains the floor with clear drops.
Dot and the burglar
by B Peacock, HeadSpark Novels
A light at the third storey window! Something was wrong, Dot was sure. There were never any lights in Lauriston Castle after six in the evening. Ernie was away, which meant she’d have to go and check things. No sense calling the constable out for something minor. Sighing deeply, she resigned herself to missing tonight’s murder mystery on the telly.
Shopping
by Craig, HeadSpark Novels by Night
I hate shopping, I simply despise it. Just look at that screeching child in the trolley next to me. I swear, I can strangle it right here an now. In my distraction I manage to ram my trolley into the heels of an elderly gentleman in front of me. The force of the blow sends him to his knees and he lets out a croaking yelp. The child screams even louder.
See through your character's eyes
by Maya R, HeadSpark Fiksie
The buckets overflowing with crimson roses and bespeckled Inca lilies greeted her eyes. Patiently waiting for her appointed meeting with the florist, she casually moved among the virgin arum lilies and aged cream chrysanthemums.
Dialoog tussen Prof. en Suzie
by Thys, HeadSpark Kortpad
"Toe nou, Prof, jy praat nie nou met een van jou kiddies nie. Los maar die hogere Afrikaans – ek verstaan anyway nie die helfte van wat jy sê nie."
"Ek is seker daar is 'n misverstand, juffrou. Ek kan tog nie verantwoordelik gehou word vir iets vaaraan ek nie aandadig was nie."
The Call of the Blank Page
by Ansie Vicente, HeadSpark Novels
It’s heavy, grabbing onto my carpal tunnels and bending my fingers back, a pack of dumbbells. I could use it to exercise my arms, but instead I use it to exercise my mind and my creativity. The red-and-white packaging has a slight sheen to it and smells of plastic. I gnaw at the edges of the packaging with my nails, trying to avoid paper cuts, but not managing.
The Call of the Blank Page
by bretton, HeadSpark Novels
Perhaps it's the hangover or sheer fatigue, but the ream of untouched paper feels heavier than normal. My rough, calloused fingers claw at the glued binding of the glossy outer wrapping. It offers false promise of an unjammed printer and pages and pages of perfectly timed prose and mechanical printing, post completion of my latest novel.
