Ofentse🌸
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South African Based Writer 🇿🇦❤️
“Simply writing to hold onto my sanity”
~ anonymous.
Stories (12)
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Purple Gaze
I'm slipping into this void and I can't seem to hold myself up. There is slow music playing and white clouds swirling around me. My mouth feels itself forming the words as I speak, and for once, I'm starting to understand. As my lungs pierce through the layers of sheets, I let out a breath.
By Ofentse🌸2 months ago in Fiction
Anita. Top Story - January 2025.
Anita didn’t die from a heartbreak. She died because she convinced herself that romantic love was all she ever needed. We grew up with her. We watched her cry. We knew her laughter, and, most importantly, we knew that she knew we loved her.
By Ofentse🌸12 months ago in Writers
A Letter Never Written
After five years of no contact, here’s what I have to say to you: I’ve been in many houses turned to homes but I must admit - your home still feels like my home. I often wonder how it looks like right now. Did you move out? Is someone else living there? Is my absence still bouncing back and forth between the walls?
By Ofentse🌸2 years ago in Fiction
Sello . Top Story - September 2023.
On the 13th of August, when everything seemed normal, my sister placed a pregnancy test in front of me. We were going back and forth, the truth refusing to ever leave my mouth and when it finally happened - when it was finally revealed, my world changed forever.
By Ofentse🌸2 years ago in Fiction
My Hair Story
When I think of my hair, there’s always the question of what if. What if I never relaxed it? What if my mom never got tired of plaiting it? What if I never cut it? What if it’s not even in it’s natural state? What if I never did that S-Curl hairstyle? What if I never used that green product? What if I plait consistently? What if I cut it again?
By Ofentse🌸3 years ago in Fiction
What happened in the bathroom that day?
I’ve never been close to my dad’s side of the family but I know they love me and I love them too. Especially my grandmother, my dad’s mother. As old as I am, I still kiss her on the lips, make her favourite cup of black tea and tuck myself in the same sheets she tucks herself in.
By Ofentse🌸3 years ago in Fiction
Blue Memory Lane (A short story)
He felt lost. His eyes kept roaming his surroundings in wonder and he would feel this great amount of pain, pulling memories he did not quite understand, every time he focused his eyes on anything that was the colour blue. The first memory, which came from the sky, was his surname and how he knew he hated it. He remembered he had spent years trying to change it and yet somehow, he was still stuck with it. The second memory, which came from his gown, was his age and the long years he had spent working as a cashier. He saw a slight glimpse of another memory emerging itself but was rudely interrupted as a very odd man walked into the room. “Glad you’re awake,” he stated. The man was wearing this long white jacket which he found completely absurd but instead of saying anything, he rather kept quiet and observed this strange man.
By Ofentse🌸3 years ago in Fiction
Studying a Writing Degree at a Film School. (In South Africa)
Bachelor of Creative Writing was introduced at AFDA round about the years 2020 & 2021 and I was part of the group of AFDA’s very first BCW First Years. There was no second or third years as of yet because it was something new introduced at the institution and what started of as just a small group became more and more as the years went by.
By Ofentse🌸3 years ago in Education
Molodi (Whistle) . Top Story - October 2023.
PART ONE The lingering darkness felt heavy as I dragged my body through the mud. I still heard the whistle, tormenting every living aspect of me but I fought through it, the same way I fought through to be embedded in this mud. He was real, he was so real, and I felt it with every breath that I took. After finally landing my body on the cold tar road, I stared ahead, feeling the stare of a crow nearby. I couldn’t scream, his grip still felt tight around my neck. It was almost like he left with me, almost like he had been there the whole time. “Help,” it came out as a whisper, something swallowed by the wind. “Anyone please,” the crow flew away. I bent my knees, in an attempt to stand up but I kept falling, over and over again. “Help please,” I repeated, hearing his whistle getting louder by the minutes. I was moving but it wasn’t fast enough. My own body felt too heavy, I was fighting the biggest losing battle.
By Ofentse🌸3 years ago in Fiction
