Wednesday, June 10, 2020

Can You Also Write?

Can You Also Write?

“Are you kidding me? Hell yeah” this the kind of response you need to give when you are asked this kind of question.
Writers are not born, they are manually made, which means anyone who has the deep desire to spread a certain message using creative techniques is more than welcome to do so.
Like any other profession, writing requires hard work, dedication, time and a lot of research.
I don't think copying someone’s style of writing is even open for discussion, let alone be considered.
Try by all means to craft your own style of writing, remember, all writers come from all walks of life.
Your unique style of writing can differ a mile from the style of the great Mr Ezekiel Mphahlele but the fact remains that your unique style will also build its default audience along the way.
Lets take a look at what writing requires in more details-:

  • Hard work
This really goes without saying. I mean can you name one, just one profession where hard work is not needed? Come on, stop over working your brain, you know there's none. So when it comes to writing, hard work is that one obstacle you will have to concur, whether you like it or not . It is a compulsory effort that upgrades your writing skills and makes you stick to your writing schedule, which is also of highest importance in the writing journey.
Sticking to your writing schedule for a period of 3 months and fighting writers block on the other side is hard work according to me. I don't know what you want to call it but to me, that is tremendous work .

  • Dedication
You know what they say right? Hard work and dedication can make one a king. Ell this saying is true because with hard work and dedication met, success is guaranteed and a few steps away .
Being dedicated gives one that desire to see their work out there, making a difference and saving lives, or even for a mere fact of entertaining, that is what writing is about and I believe that it is also each and every writers dream.
So if you dedicate yourself into your writing, not only your writing will improve, but it will also stand out to its nearest competitors.

  • Time
In order to succeed with your writing career, making time to write is Paramount. The only obstacle you will have to overcome is writers block.
Make a simple writing schedule and follow it no matter what. Every writer suffers from writers block, don't be flattered, there’s a time where you stare at your computer or notepad but find it very difficult to even write a single paragraph, all writers go through that. But if there’s a schedule in place, things tend to be a lot easier and words will eventually come, combined with your creativity therefore your writing will be much easier and enjoyable to do.

Remember that writing requires a lot of research, you don't wanna find yourself in a lawsuit because you published the same exact story as mine, for example.
Stories are protected by law, so beware of these laws and adhere to them always.

Wednesday, May 20, 2020

Take  a Look At This Short

Story Idea

I guess those who have been reading my previous posts know exactly how bad I wanted to tackle the horror Genre.
I must admit that this particular genre is not a walk in a park, it requires true imaginary “Horror -Like “ techniques from a writer, and those, ladies and gentlemen, don't come by easily.
Today I’d like share a longer horror story idea with you guys. I chose this particular story idea simply because the original story is about 2000 words away from being published.
The name of the Story is “ The Cannibal” and the following story idea is where the Cannibal found it’s first breath.

The Story Idea

As Tony was asleep he had the weirdest dream of his life. In his dream he saw his mother alive, but in a vast and featureless dessert : eating something that was dripping fresh blood. His mother didn't speak to him , yet Tony tried to speak to her but words wouldn’t come out, his tongue felt very heavy to form even a single word. Tony tried to run closer to his mother but it seemed like some force of air was pushing his mother backwards, making it an impossible task to accomplish. Whatever Tony’s mother was eating looked exactly like raw red meat.
By realizing that he cant reach his mother, Tony stopped and started to cry, bending his head down to the ground. All of a sudden he felt a hand touching his left shoulder,. He tried to raise his head but could not do that, he tried by all means to raise his head and see who was touching his shoulder but unfortunately he couldn't. Then a very lazy voice like that of an old woman spoke “ My Son , It Is Coming”
that was it, the voice only spoke once and before Tony could ask what was coming he woke up, perplexed, with a cold chill running down his back, sweat running out on his face and hands”

Now the above story idea will surely open up any writer’s creative thinking. I took the very same idea to craft my upcoming short horror story.
I must admit that I didn’t quiet see the necessity of creating a story idea every time i want to write a story, but the above story idea has been an eye opener for me.
If you take a careful look at the above story idea, you’ll surely realise that it falls under the genre of horror; by simply looking at sub keywords such as: Raw Red Meat and others.
My point on this post is : Every story comes from a simple story idea Stay tuned on this blog as we will be discussing more about story ideas and how to actually craft one.
We will be looking at horror story ideas and creative measures that can be employeed to create a killer story idea.

Hope to see you all guys soon on my next Post. Don't forget to subscribe to this blog to receive weekly updates and competition offers held directly on this blog. 

Friday, May 15, 2020

A free welcome back something


It has been a minute right? i know, but lets put that absent issue behind us.
the good news is that im back, and to make up for all the time i was absent, i decide to to give all yall a little something to read.

Read my ebook and comment

31december by Edwin Mokoena 

31st december extravaganza is a very interesting story that takes place in a small township of lebowakgomo, just 59Km away from Polokwane. 
The story focuses on a single event and can be read in 10 minutes top. this story is avaible for purchase online at

Im giving this story away as a free welcome back from me and to also say: Sorry guys for taking such a long break. without wasting anytime, here is the story, Enjoy

31st December Extravaganza
by;Edwin Mokoena

It was round about 8am when I woke up on the 31st of December 2009 to realize that I had no money to celebrate the day just like everybody else.
The money was to buy intoxicants of cause, but it seemed like everybody was enjoying the day to the fullest at that time of the morning, including my next door neighbor who was about my age.. I was in my mid 20's, located in lebowakgomo's zone S phase 3. I quickly had a bath and decided to visit one of my friend Neo in his small market just a stone throw away from my home.
The day went by slowly, or maybe it was because I had nothing? But truly speaking, that day was moving in a slower pace than other days that had passed.
Neo decided to buy 4 beers of Heineken, he wanted to purchase 9 beers but because he wanted to close down early that day, we only managed to drink 4 beers of Heineken.
It was just after 3pm when we finished the 4th beer.
Neo quickly packed his stuff and we went to another small market which his younger brother was busy selling the same things Neo sold.
The streets were busy, everyone was so jovial about the day and just like I've mentioned before, it seemed like I was the only one who didn't even had a cent in my pocket. I asked Neo if he could at least lend me R50. Without hesitating he kindly gave me a R50 note.
To my relief, I saw that R50 note as a Inducement of getting at least half intoxicated.

After receiving that R50 I went straight home to ask my mother if she had anything to give me where else I knew very well that she had nothing, let alone the fact that we didn't eat anything for supper last night.
I was too indolent to think who would actually help me in that time of the afternoon. For about an hour I felt very forlorn because the joy of 31st December was and still today nocturnal, and that was just about the time.
Suddenly my mother told me that she had 6 cans of castle lite in the fridge which she was given by our neighbor Rose who worked at SAB. I hugged her with great joy, thinking that the R50 note plus six cans are more than adequate to get me intoxicated.
Benignly I thanked her and decided to visit my rich spoilt cousin Thato in Zone R. Arriving at his home I found the gate locked and believe me my heart sank. But then I knew all of a sudden that if he was not home, it meant that he was in Zone A. Luckily I found him in zone A gathered together with his family, having one of those fancy Braais.
Benignly they accepted me and greeted me with a plate of food.. Rice with all those 7 colors and a braai'd T bone steak. After eating, my cousin and I moved away from where his parents were sitting and found our own place to chill, still in the yard though.
His parents bought him some intoxicants and he kindly shared them with me. It was round about 9pm and the year 2009 was about to be washed away like dirt on a person's skin.
We were busy discussing the latest hip hop tracks of 2009. We had a number of disagreements though, there was a track called Summer anthem by two boys by the name of Deep Level.
My cousin kept on insisting that those guys names were Hidden force. The disagreements took us all the way to midnight when we said goodbye to 2009 and hello to the world cup year, 2010.
However after some couple of minutes I decided to go home.
Reluctantly I bade them farewell and went straight home. The streets were very smokey, like the aftermath of shacks that were burnt by the fire.
Cars were going up and down, pedestrians galore on the streets, others making love in passages and etc. I was still holding my last can which my cousin gave to me in order to chase boredom on the long way back home. Just after I crossed the Tar road that divided Zone A and Zone R, a police van stopped just a few meters from where I was. I didn't even wait to see if those police men where coming to me or what, I just threw away the can I was holding and ran like a rabbit chased by hyenas. They didn't chase after me, instead I heard them laugh and they continued with their journey.

It annoyed me big time to think that I've threw away my last can away. But that didn't cramp my style at all because I knew that at home I had some cans, Six of them, plus the R50 note. Somehow that gave me some kind of satisfaction plus I was half drunk from the cans my cousin shared with me.
I imperatively got home with no time. Just before I arrived home though, there was just this Strident, it came from my neighbor, he had just bought a new sound system.
I found my mother sitting with my other two neighbors, in Unison drinking savanna. Without any waste of time I went straight to the fridge and found my cans perfectly cold.
I quickly opened one and I was left with 5 cans, plus R50 and by that time it was about 1h50.

Sitting alone inside the house a wise thought crossed my mind.... Did I have to go through a I went through that day just because of booze?
Is alcohol the only thing that brings joy and satisfaction to this last day of the year?
I didnt know where those thoughts came from, but they played back and forth inside my mind even when I tried to ignore them.
It was like a voice from someone very wise, telling me that the 31st of December was no different from any other day of the year. And that I didn't need alcohol to celebrate the day. The thoughts made me go back to the beginning of that day, the things I went through during that day , and also the people I had to visit , which I hardly visit at all, just hoping that I'd get drunk when I was with them. The R50 note I would have to pay back to Neo, all of those things that happened during that particular day.
That's when I realized that people celebrate the 31st of December in a wrong way. When I say in a wrong way I mean by drinking alcohol all night until the break of dawn. Alcohol that will make them sick the following day, experiencing hang over from hell. Alcohol that will make them pick up fights randomly because the truth is alcohol has a certain control over a person that makes a person feel like their untouchable or unstoppable. Like I said, these thoughts were inside my head since I got home and sat alone inside the house, with only television entertaining me. From a brief moment it felt like an invincible angel was stopping me from taking the wrong way and leading me to the right one.
The TV must have made me sleep, because I was awaken by my mom at 4am with the remaining 5 cans on the table. The first thing that came to my mind was the thoughts that were troubling me before I fell asleep.
I reluctantly took those 5 cans, poured them down the drain and went to sleep.

Friday, October 4, 2019

I'm coming back guys

Hi there, sorry for taking such a long time to post ne content, my blog was hijacked by hackers but it's up and running starting from today.

i would really love to apologize for not informing you guys, but all you have to know is that i'm back and we gonna continue to teach each other how to construct a beautiful short story.... stay tuned for my next post, and thanks for the patience 

Friday, July 5, 2019

mind diversity

Hello guys..... sorry for taking such a long time to post. i was going through some personal stuff but now im okay.  so to make up for the time ive spent away, ive decided to pamper you guys with one of my short stories, so please read it and comment on it,.

                                                           Mind Diversity

Like just been confused, caught up in an awkward situation, not knowing what to 
do. That was me, during my teen years.
I was caught up with all the frustration of the life ahead. Plus I had just completed my grade 12 and the next thing I found, I was just hustling in a small car wash in zone r. It wasn't the same though, but before I worked there, I had so many decisions crossing my mind, asking myself if I'll be able to find a descent job sooner so that I can at least help my unemployed mother. One thing that discouraged me was that I didn't have an ID. So my life was just at standstill. It horrified me a lot because during those days, the weekly newspaper use to interview most people of my age, complaining about being made to re-apply for their id's whilst they have already had.
That was the thing feared by all, to be a south African citizen without an ID. That's why I settled into this car wash . the car wash thing didn't last long. My employers parents insisted to hold the money I made during the day of each day, even their son( my employer) was Impotent, it was like whenever his parents say "jump" he asked how high.
They started to change what they called "Rules" without consulting the oppressed. My mind and feelings became Peremptory, demanding to know why things turned out to be like that, but I never got the answer to my question. At the outset of this whole changing of things , I thought that maybe it was just a joke, until my Employer's parents called me inside the house one evening.
They told me straight forwardly that starting from that day, they wanted to keep everything in record. Reluctantly I nodded with my eyes looking straight into his. "Here is a book", said my employer's father. " every car you wash you record it inside this book and write its price next to the name of that particular car, after that you add the whole total of the day and leave the money here so that we can see the progress of the business and get to help where necessary, purchase new material and extend the car wash at the same time". I nodded again, but this time without Complacency. "We also want to cut the R20 note you spend everyday for food, we will make a lunch box for you", said my employer's father. Suddenly my mind became Irresolute whether I should quit right then or wait for the end of the month to get at least a reasonable amount of money. I quickly made a decision of waiting until the end of the month, thereafter I'll never be back again.
I also decided not to tell them when I quit. Actually I wanted to leave them surprised, with many questions crossing their minds. They treated me like an outsider, giving me all the rules that I couldn't bear, let alone carry them out.
Later after a week my so called employer came over to the car wash to tell me that his father was complaining about the statements of water. He undoubtedly told me that this car wash thing has to be temporarily closed due to high water statements, the truth of the matter was that he wanted to get rid of me, but he didn't quiet know how. He just made out a lie, out of a blue. It was on Saturday, the time was round about 13h00.
He even told me to put the material together and close the car wash for the day. I asked myself him if I should open tomorrow, to my surprise he said no, he then told me straight that my job was over.
My knees felt weak for a moment. I felt very Indolent to even ask why did he do that. "So when are you gonna pay me?" I asked. "I'll pay you on Monday" he replied. "How much are u going to pay me"? I continued to ask. " how much do you want"? He replied by asking. "I want R400", I replied his question. "R400"?, he asked, as if he has seen a ghost. " Yes" I replied curtly not moving my eyes from him.
"Well", he said, I don't have that kind of money, even the car wash after your arrival until now hasn't made such an amount, so where do u think R400 will come from?
Deep down in my heart I knew that from the outset of my arrival until that day, I've made more money that exceeded R400 far beyond. I didn't argue with him. I quickly packed my stuff and returned the material to his homestead and went straight home.
I had a lull, then woke up to take a bath. By that moment, I had two separate minds. The other individual mind was forcing me to go back at my employer's home to demand my money right then, but then the other mind was patient for Monday.( the day in which my employer promised to pay me on) i became tired with my own undecided and diversed mind to the extend that I went to my employer's homestead to demand what was mine. Reluctantly I found his parents. It was quiet a surprise because I wasn't really expecting them, however even if I expected them, it would have been better to find their son present when I asked about his presence. They told me that he has just gone out. For a brief moment I remained silent, composing what I would say to them, since well their dear arrogant son wasn't there.
What annoyed me was that the words I had planned to tell my employer were stored in my head for no particular reason.
" You can always leave a message and I'll make sure that my son receive your message" my father's employer broke the silence. "No thanks", I'll come back later, I replied. His father began to tell me various things at the same time, confusing  my mind even worse. His stories were Tedious and annoying at the same time. I just replied Disdainfully and left him to decide my mood all by himself..
I spend the whole day of Sunday very emotional and angry.
On Monday morning I woke up, brushed my teeth and headed to my employer's home. I found the car he was driving but unluckily he wasn't there himself. His little sister told me that he will be only back home after 3 in the afternoon. Without any waste of time I returned home, so that his parents could not lay an eye on me, not after the way I spoke to them the last time they saw me.
Soon enough from that day the road to my employer's home was frequented by me futilely, without any luck, he was never at home. It was like he knew that I was coming and reluctantly he left, leaving me confused and angry by his absence. But I kept on going, I wouldn't just throw a towel and lose my money.
One day I went over to his place and like many other days, he wasn't there, instead I found his father who asked me how much does his son owe me. I Told him sternly that he owed me R400!! "Well, let me call him on his phone and hear his side of the story", said my employer's father. He called his son and they spoke about two minutes on the phone. After hanging up he went inside the house and came with a R50 note on his left hand. He gave me that R50 and Told that I'll get the rest from his dear arrogant son. I refused to take the R50 and told him again disdainfully that I wanted my money in cash, and not in halves. After saying that I left and slammed the gate to show my anger. I was being disrespectful to my employer's father for the second time. It didn't worry me because the things I said to him revealed the anger and hatred I had towards his son and even him for that sake. He was just an irresponsible father who doesn't care about other peoples needs, matter of fact he was selfish and self centered. The saddest part of this all was that I never received my money from his son... But I've had my revenge, today his son is a nyaope addict who's not even afraid to ask me for R5 whenever he sees me in the shopping complex



Friday, May 31, 2019

Its Competition Time

Its that time again ladies and gentlemen...

Stay tuned to this blog or even better, enter the competition posted on the sidebar to stand a chance of winning an eBook written by me, titled: Mind Diversity. 

How to enter?

 Entering is simple. There are two ways to enter this competition though, you can enter either via your twitter account or via your Facebook account.
By entering using your Facebook or Twitter account, you're automatically entered into the competition, there's nothing more required to be done.

What's the prize? 

The prize is one of my ebooks Titled: Mind diversity

This particular eBook is not available on my smashwords eBook library, so the winner will get a direct link from me to download the eBook.

Providing a free eBook to my readers allows me to showcase my work and also get feedbacks as i'm a new writer myself.
This competition ( including the last one I ran two months ago and gave away a free eBook titled: Is there life after death?) also gives my readers a sense of my writing style.

This blog is about teaching new writers how to construct a beautiful short story; so its only fair to give my readers my work for free so that they can review and give my work honest feedback, as we all know that there are no perfect writers in this world.

So here's an opportunity to win one of my ebooks titled: Mind Diversity.



Sunday, May 19, 2019

Protect your work

Its important to protect your work online, especially short stories.
I've got the urge to let you in on a little secret, and that is never ever publish your short stories on a Facebook page.

I have personally learnt the hard way in 2012 when I use to publish my Short stories on my Facebook page; two of my stories were stolen and published elsewhere with a different author name and some edits here and there.
I don't know if I should call this a blessing or just a coincidence; the moment I realized that my stories were stolen, was the same time I signed up to the very same publishing platform that published my stolen stories.

It was just an unbelievable expreince and sadly there wasn't much I could do about the situation back then.
It broke my heart to see my hard work being credited by someone else. What broke me even more was that I followed that stolen version of my story, and to be honest, the story received alot of positive comments, and that really killed my writing spirit.

The fortunate part of this odeal was that I only posted 3 short stories on that page, so this person only managed to steal 2, before I uploaded the 3rd story.
That's when I opened my eyes and closed that page altogether.

If you're looking for honest feedbacks about your work, rather submit your stories to : and get comments plus reviews for your story.

The Fundza platform is way better than Facebook because no user will steal your work, the website has strict rules for such behaviour and to be honest, fundza users rather be busy crafting stories than steal your work. In short, fundza is a platform of hard working new writers.
So if you want to take your work to the right audience that won't bite you back, try and you shall have a peaceful writing career.

So I'm pleading with especially new writers who are hungry for feed backs to not publish their work on Facebook public pages.
Rather turn your story into an eBook and sell it( this is another option of cashing in from your work)

I know the feeling of working hard on a short story and never get to enjoy the royalties of your story.

People steal other people's work out there, so stay vigilant and keep your work safe from cyber vultures.


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