Paulet House writer Kgomotso Tsotetsi’s new short story, The clockmaker’s paradox, has been published by LitNet. This short story was […]
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Drie-en-twintig verhale is gekies vir publikasie in die tiende Stellenbosch Woordfeeskortverhaalbundel. Hierdie jaar se uitgawe sluit in kortverhale van voormalige […]
It is 5 a.m., my shrieking alarm clock wakes me up. The winter cold stabs my face like a knife […]
Life was going well in our family like any other poor household in our township, until one uninvited, cruel guest […]
Gravesend — April 15th, 1857 Almost everyone we meet has an edgy lean look. We struggle against the English air, nippy […]
“Aan die begin van die kwartaal het ek ’n nuwe side job by Gill College Senior begin as koshuistoesighouer. Wat […]
Mbalenhle leaned towards Simphiwe and whispered, “How long has that car been at your gate?” Her fragrance had a tincture […]
Jeffrey Janse het vandag skool toe gekom om sy matriekuitslae te kom haal.Maar hier, waar hy inge-doke in die verste […]
Exorcising Jinn One day your grandpa, Sheikh Malik and I were walking through a neighbourhood in Zomba. We heard a […]
I wasn’t there to see the spark, but I know the fire started with the deep fryer and stretched out […]
They shot him. Well, at least that is what they told Mzwandile Cothoza. His best friend and former business partner, […]
Paulet is a little village at the southernmost tip of the now infamous Last continent. It forms part of the […]
Dis net ná drie in die oggend. Tasha’tjie lê en slaap in ’n kamertjie van ’n humble huis. Die maan […]
Once upon a time in 1957, there lived a ten year old boy from the Bloemhof Flats in District Six […]
Sonja | Nadia Cassim | 65 Sonja lifted the mug of hot tea to her lips as she stared out […]
The power went out. Loadshedding was the new normal and no one had any energy left to complain about it. […]
“Ek dra graag hierdie kortverhaal op aan almal wat al ooit deur Alsheimer’s, of dementia geaffekteer is – die families, […]
(Inspired by Seymour Trantraal) During my time with authors Nathan Ttrantraal and Ronelda Kampfer in Makhanda, the former often mentioned […]
I cough. It is massive coughing. My own colossal coughing has woken me up early this Tuesday morning. The day […]
We are going to South Africa to look for work. Our country cannot give us work. Our corrupt leaders are […]
A friend was on the phone. A man was in the office of the Protestant Student Community. He was a […]
How far would you travel just to have sex?Kabelo had driven the three hundred kilometres from Johannesburg to Newcastle in […]
“TOE sy haar oë van die kis wegneem, gewaar sy hom ’n entjie weg op ’n sandhoop staan. Sy herken […]
“Iets van daardie klas by die nasorg wat in my kop vassteek is: wanneer jy jou arms voor jou uitsteek, […]