Africanwriter Stories

*LOVE PHOBIA* _Love is a big word. But Yun Bia calls it a stupid word._ At 10, she learned the hard way: "I love you" can cost you your dignity, your pride, and your peace. So she built walls. Thick ones. Then Han Sunho showed up. The boy who noticed her pain. The boy who shielded her from rain with his hoodie. The boy who said, "You know... not everyone leaves." But Yun Bia is scared. Because love feels like standing on the edge of a cliff. Beautiful. Dangerous. One wrong step and you fall. *Can she let someone in before her fear ruins the only good thing she has?* > _"Maybe the saddest thing about love is not rejection. > Maybe it's meeting someone good while your heart is too damaged to believe in them."_

A short short story on body image issues. ** None of the images used in this content or the cover are mine. The pictures are simply sourced to use in what I create. I do not take any credit for them. If you would like your image acknowledged or taken down please let me know. **

Just like every beautiful soul in the world, Precious believes the best miracles happen in Christmas Season. Well he's not wrong, because it doesn't have to be Santa, a kind old man in red and luxurious white beard bearing presents; it could be one grumpy Grinch who would get caught by an Xmas light cable. #1 of the O'yerr Series

This is a story about Adamma the Christain Girl.Adamma Gets to know who God is for the first time in her life.

Grey College, a university with a rich history, is located in the heart of South Africa. The university's prestigious reputation and diverse student body draw teenagers from all over Africa, hoping to make their way in the world.

In every "D" she met, there was a story - of love, of loss, of everything she was trying to heal from. "The Death in the Ds" isn't just about romance or pain. It's about the patterns we inherit, the wounds we repeat, and the moment we finally decide to stop bleeding for what broke us. Because sometimes, love isn't healing - it's history repeating itself.

Inferiority, insecurities, love, regrets, sad memories and if.

She died before he could save her. He crossed forests, outran slavers, and climbed a mountain for one reason to find a cure that could bring her back. Instead, he found a machine that swallowed him whole and spat him out onto the streets of a modern city. Five centuries from everything he knew. And the first face he saw was hers. She carries the name he knew. She is a doctor. She does not know him. She does not remember dying. But he remembers everything. A love story across five centuries. A man who refused to bury what he loved. And a woman who has no idea she is already his.

The story follows a man named Ezekiel who feels unloved until he meet this woman named Amanda

Anna was abandoned by her mother and raised in pain by a stepmother who made her childhood feel like survival. She grew up watching love turn into cruelty and protection turn into silence. School became her escape, but home remained her prison. At 21, everything changed. One moment. One violent experience. One turning point that shattered the last part of her innocence. That day didn't break her - it awakened her. The soft girl she used to be disappeared. In her place stood a woman who remembers every scar, every betrayal, and every name behind her pain. She returns not as the victim they knew... But as the consequence they never expected.

Kaba went through life in ways I never wished she did. She was sweet yet the world saw her as bitter. She grew up in the slums, and acted like it's inhabitants still there was something different about her. Her name wasn't even Kaba, her name was Bunmi and she was my cousin

Jades best friend disgusts me!!!

My heart is at peace. I am more woke than I've ever been. I saw the beauty in him and then the darkness and then the beauty again. Take care of him.

Unchecked curiosity and disobedience can be dangerous but hope remains. An ordinary girl possess a spirit of Pandora, now the different species of supernatural creatures want to claim her for power and protection. Copyright ©2021 Nompilo K. Gumede All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without the written permission of the author. This book is the work of fiction, any resemblence in person, living or dead or any events or accurance are purely coincidental. The storyline and characters are created by the author's imagination. NOTE: This story may contain mature content.

This is a story about Adamma the Muslim Girl.Check out her Adventures.

"What are you doing here?!" "Well, Hi Emily. Before you start getting angry, let me just let you know that I'm also really fiesty and I can lose my temper too." Ellis is getting closer to Emily now as he speaks his mind. "Do you know how inconvenienced I've been just to find you? I'm about to get a scolding from my father and best friends because of you." He corners her to a wall and raises his hand to block her from running out. Emily's face turns pale all of a sudden and she feels some chills run down her body and her spine. Her lips are dry and at this point she doesn't understand why Ellis hasn't kissed her already. Ellis can tell now that Emily really wants a kiss and he gets close to her as if about to kiss her, then he gives a coy smile and then moves away from Emily. "Can we take a walk" Emily James is an African who hails from Ghana and is flown to the United States to study and clear her Father's name when the time comes. Ellis Walters, the son of Famous Economic guru and Business man falls in love at first sight with Emily. What they both don't know is that their Families are just pawns in a game of political Banter and a long lasting hatred.

#Rewritten Temporary -- Existing for a limited time only "A grief that comes in waves,grueling,stealing appetite,depriving me of sleep. It is a shard in my guts that never leaves, though perhaps with time i will come to accept death,i will come in terms that it's all gone,gone forever the one whom i cherished and loved" Copyright ©️Yusrrah2020

Petals, falling to the ground like colourful raindrops, your feet mindlessly crushing them. Crushed Petals are beautiful too. •~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• 1 in #poetryisnotdead {25/06/2020}