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Literature serves as a reflection of society, culture, and the human experience. From ancient texts to contemporary novels, the written...

Creating a collection of memorable short tales can be a rewarding endeavour for both aspiring writers and seasoned storytellers. Short...

Fiction has a unique ability to transport readers to different realms, awaken emotions, and ignite the imagination. Through vivid...

It took months before Ben felt like the silence in Canada was something he could live inside, rather than just survive. At first, it had felt like the absence of home. But slowly, carefully, it began to feel like its own kind of presence, different, but not empty.

Storytelling is an ancient art that captures the imagination. From the tales told around campfires to the narratives we find in books and...

Canada was quiet in a way Johannesburg had never been. Not just because of the snow, though it muffled everything like cotton, but because the air itself seemed gentler. No gates clicking shut behind them. No dogs barking in the night. No distant pops that could be fireworks or gunshots.

They didn’t make an announcement. There were no dramatic speeches, no suitcases dragged through the driveway. Instead, the idea of leaving crept in like a draught through an open window, slow, barely noticeable, until suddenly it was everywhere.

It started like any other evening. The lights flickered once, twice, and then went out. The television died mid-sentence, plunging the lounge into silence. Ben sat cross-legged on the floor, halfway through a drawing of a dragon curled around a crumbling city. His mom cursed under her breath, fumbling for the matches.

Ben still played with Tshepo after school, but things had begun to shift. The warmth that once existed between their families cooled, not because of anything the boys had done, but because of the unspoken fears creeping in from outside. The street they lived on had become a boundary, one that marked not just geography but the slow unravelling of trust.

The signs were subtle at first. The corner café where Ben used to get peppermint crisps closed one Monday without warning. A hand-scrawled note on the door read, “Closed until further notice,” but everyone knew what it meant. They’d been robbed, again. Probably at gunpoint. Again.

Storytelling has been a powerful tool throughout history. It captivates our minds, transports us to different worlds, and ignites our...

Discover how to make this tasty summer delight that is sure to leave your belly full and your soul complete.

Ben du Toit was ten years old when the weight of the world began to press on his narrow shoulders. He lived in a fading white suburb of Johannesburg called Kensington, where cracked sidewalks ran beside high fences and broken gates. His father, Willem, a former electrician, now sold used appliances out of their garage. His mother, Elsa, used to teach Afrikaans at the local school before she was retrenched.

Creating captivating and engaging fictional narratives is both an art and a science. Writers often grapple with how to construct plots,...

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Cover art of the book Ashes in the Snow "Ashes in the Snow"  is a visceral, first-person journey through the full-scale Russian invasion...

Are the dragons all gone? Or are they sleeping beneath the cold earth.

Ring of the Slightly Larger Wish It had been three weeks since Elsie Barlow wished for a strawberry yogurt and accidentally tapped into...

Ring of the Smallest Wish Nine-year-old Elsie Barlow had a wild imagination and a tendency to dig up her mother’s garden in pursuit of...

Crispy, Cheesy and Easy 10-Minute Chicken Quesadilla  - Serves 2 Ingredients: 1 cup cooked chicken (shredded or chopped; rotisserie works...