African Stories Novels & Stories

She realized that stories had the ability to transcend language and cultural barriers, touching the hearts of people from all walks of life. With this newfound insight, Luna embarked on a project to collect and share stories from individuals in Seoul. She sought out locals, immigrants, and travelers alike, listening to their personal narratives and experiences. These stories ranged from tales of triumph and resilience to accounts of cultural traditions and the bonds forged through shared humanity.

Soon after he went to his tent where his father was, she sneaked out. She knew where she needed to go to, there were no roads, no trees, no nothing save for the scorching sun that burned brightly above her head. She had been to Saudi Arabia once before, on one of her many expeditions. She had come here to make a story on the lives of the people living in this extreme heat and from here she had gone on into Africa. She liked Africa, although she had only been in three African countries but she had had a wonderful experience, in the end the stories she had carved out of her experiences had won her an award. She smiled.

A life spent looking backwards misses all the beauty that lies in front of it. Your parents aren’t perfect. You might have realize this. But you’re pretty darn smart. So, like I said before, we have to forgive ourselves or the coulda, woulda, shoulda, fear and anxiety will creep into a crack of our weaknesses, and overcome us. Please know we’re not perfect, and we will never claim to be. Our personal journeys have stories to tell. THAT’S for sure. When it comes time for stories, though, talk to me first… because chances are your father’s are going to be inappropriate. HA!

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

I nodded, not showing how disappointed I was. One thing about him is that whenever he is angry, he overworks and I don't like it. I watched at the trees as baba driver revved up the car to life and drove into the lonely city of Abuja. The late hour sun was a bit harsh on my tender skin, the skin I took time to nurture. The weather changes easily, I vividly remembered when my cousin Khadija told me it is freezing. The house stood out different from the way I knew it. The house was painted and a giant gate replaced the old one.

Many times I told you how our Ghanaian culture hindered girl children from opening up to the real world challenges,’ he paused. ‘Go on!’ she said nodding her head to every word the man next to her uttered. She saw in herself the way she came up with the poems in exactly the same fashion as he now outlined. He inspired her with real life tales and finally wanted to pen everything down. She drew the motivation, the ideas and felt pity to a challenged African girl. The only way she thought she could communicate the message to the masses was to gather the tales in Captured in a rucksack.

That was the prologue. The real story starts now. We are going to follow the journey of these two women who are from opposite sides of the world. We are entering the untamed planes of Africa. An unconquered land with more secrets and treasures than anyone could ever dare to hope for. Throw in a few supernatural creatures, lame banter between friends and more than a few scenes dedicated to u-haul lesbian drama. This story is dedicated to Laro, my best friend and partner in crime. Thank you for calling me out on my bullshit and reminding me that all my goals are just a few dozen steps out of reach.

He cleared his throat “Erm….yea..she later got to break the curse, and erm..got married to a prince I think….well..puff…I think I’m saying something else, I can’t really remember the story any longer. It’s being a while I watched that movie. By the time she was done talking, Aiden was already laughing hard, she was twisting the story “You really suck at telling stories” he tickles her side rib. She laughs pushing him away “No I don’t, trust me..I’m a good story teller” She giggled “Ok..ok..I will really like to hear one someday, especially that of your continent. Africa is indeed having a very interesting culture. Will you tell me about your country later?” “Sure…I will gladly do so” she gri

They call him the predator. They say he goes around girls in tiny skirts, luring them to him and taking their virginity. He would claim that wasn't exactly true. He lured nobody. All the girls who had been fucked, had come to him willingly, asking for it, begging to be fucked. Of course, he refused to reveal his identity to the proper authorities to ensure he would never be caught.

"This is a weird conversation but it is getting better than I imagined. I guess all it takes in life is patient. If we decide to be patient, we can enjoy life in numerous ways." "I am in full support of what you just said," Rebecca smiled. "Now, it is time for me to ask you my own question. Are you ready?" "Sure! Ask me whatever you want and I am going to give you an answer." "That is bold coming from an unknown author. Now, can you tell me why African authors don't set their books in Africa."