April 11th, 2011 by Storymoja | No Comments

So two weeks ago we looked into Novellas, even marked off a few titles. I am sure that after we had talked about it, you went in search of other titles that fit under the Novella Category. Just in case you missed out on that conversation have a look at The Woman Who Waited – Writing Novellas.
So where do you start?
April 10th, 2011 by Storymoja | 8 Comments

I threw a side glance to her as she walked. What a figure! Tall, tender and slender.
April 10th, 2011 by Storymoja | 3 Comments

A full moon lit the first night for the visitors as they took tea on the porch…
January 23rd, 2011 by Storymoja | 1 Comment

I take the first step. Glance at the clock above me. Two o’clock on the dot. My heart …
December 13th, 2010 by Storymoja | No Comments
Written by Yvvone Gitobu Tasia stood over the one plate kerosene stove in her mother’s kitchen watching the tea leaves swirl in the sufuria of boiling water and milk. As the steam rose from the pot her brown eyes welled up with tears. She wiped the salty wetness from her cheek as she turned off [...]
November 15th, 2010 by Storymoja | 4 Comments

She heads for the red car and slips into the front passenger seat. She greets the young man and proceeds to withdraw a CD booklet from her bag. She sets this on the dashboard and then pulls out …
November 14th, 2010 by Storymoja | No Comments

Well, you voted. The winning story is Lorot and the K.C.S.E Nightmares by Lorot Salem. Following closely on his heels is Wanjeri Gakuru’s A Moment with Magic.
October 25th, 2010 by Storymoja | 12 Comments

The second time she let him touch her breast he had just given her sixty thousand shillings to buy a new phone. This happened two days after she first let him touch her and now she marveled at the power of those two round globes sitting high on her chest. “This is incredible!” she thought [...]
October 18th, 2010 by Storymoja | 1 Comment

With a sudden jerk, his hands went to work over his stomach, scratching furiously through his shirt. The bites itched so bad, he thought his body was on fire.
September 24th, 2010 by Storymoja | 11 Comments

It’s your fault, not hers, it has come to this. You were every religious wife’s dream of a daughter, what every girl in the neighbourhood secretly wanted to grow up and be. But when you told them “be pure”, you felt bored. And lonely.