I come from a big family of five in Eastern Cape. I left home at 17 for the big bad Jozi to study Journalism at Wits. After Wits, I got a scholarship from Reuters to study Financial Journalism and later I joined Reuters. I quickly realised that reporting on MarketsContinue Reading

I am a prolific writer who considers herself a storyteller. I write both novels and short stories. I have just completed my first full length novel manuscript and have written dozens of short stories. I’m currently compiling my short stories into a collection for publication. My stories are centred aroundContinue Reading

I’m 22 years old. I was born and bred in Pretoria. However, I now reside in Grahamstown where I’m currently studying towards a BA degree in Journalism and Media Studies as well as Drama at Rhodes University. All I really wish to do with my life right now is write.Continue Reading

Catherine was born in Port Elizabeth in 1970 and graduated from Rhodes University in 1992 with a BA degree. The end of Apartheid was the highlight of her young adult years and still inspires her to this day. Although happily married now she was for many years a single motherContinue Reading

Thank you to all the writers who took time to write and submit a story for this new collection. As I wrote in the call, I was looking for quick reads for book lovers to enjoy over the holidays. So this isn’t going to be a tome but rather aContinue Reading

  “You kiss like a frog!” For once Dlozi was grateful that she had to chop up onions for her mother’s stew. Tears streamed down her face as Lizwe’s horrible words crashed about in her mind. Stupid boy! She had put all her passion into that kiss. The kiss. TheirContinue Reading

What’s a summer holiday without ice cream, big hats, sunglasses, parties, a braai, the beach or adventure and a great book? What’s a summer holiday without shorts!? Well, we’re talking about short stories! Short short stories to entertain, regale, thrill, excite, startle, and tickle book lovers over the holidays. AreContinue Reading