New writing

Fiction and prose by established and emerging authors. Send your poetry or fiction to New Writing at to be considered for publication on LitNet.

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Teenage survival

Rochelle Sekels New writing 2021-10-13

"Since day one, I had only one
And I guess it was better than having none
But as the years went by,
He left just like the rest"


PP Odendaal New writing 2021-09-15

"We did not evolve to be ourselves, 
Our consciousness is controlled by chemicals. 
Neither the mind, the body, the heart 
nor free will belong to us."


Ferdi Wheeler New writing 2021-09-08

"A cherry blossom and rainbow spring awaits 
the thawing of the blanket snow 
on highlands and Malutis, 
to rejuvenate and grow" 


PP Odendaal New writing 2021-09-08

"Our minds are controlled by chemistry 
and we are brainwashed by volatility. 
We are bombarded by contradicting messages, 
lost in our own wretched wilderness."

A language sea in red land: Limpopo 

Sean MacGinty New writing 2021-08-17

"The words were in your eyes, I could see them 
rise and crest in your eyes and roll and stretch 
and break in hers, leaving her awash."


Ferdi Wheeler New writing 2021-07-15

"Now, as I lurk 
in sightless nights, 
and against the floriferous 
beauty of the past"

The last corner of toast

Anthony Stockwell New writing 2021-07-06

"The old fingers shaking a little, determined to hold on, 
The piece of toast, clamped securely, 
the last of the jam, a bright spot of colour 
the old man pauses, delaying his pleasure"


Heidi Henning New writing 2021-06-30

"I followed the footprints, 
Jumping to gauge the width, 
Through rain and drought-stricken ground, 
I followed you."

The Jeppe journey

Nathan Kruger New writing 2021-06-22

"Walking through these halls I see 
The eyes of old boys look at me 
Make us proud they say 
You’ll have to find your own way"

Tiny fires that light up the sky

Johann van der Walt New writing 2021-06-15

"You hold a fist up high – timeless and endless 
This is how you proclaim future hope 
The gift of reason and tolerance, unequivocally"

Have you ever?

Anthony Stockwell New writing 2021-06-15

"Have you ever wondered, what if you were not 
This morning, in the body that you got 
No longer favourite of your mother 
Just an ordinary, someone other"


Ferdi Wheeler New writing 2021-06-09

"yet, in my brain 
resides another I: 
the beauteous lineaments, 
of a long forgotten me"


Heidi Henning New writing 2021-06-09

"You are the learners of landscape, 
Listeners of the berg wind, 
Its strong voice shouting through dark nights"

When the prophet prophesies nonsense

Nneamaka Onochie New writing 2021-05-31

"Papa had pursued the contract with unflinching zeal. It was a government contract that would redirect the wheel of our lives to wealth. Then I woke up one morning and told him that I had seen him crying in my dreams because he had lost the contract. His bloodshot eyes blazed fire, and he ordered me out of his room; that morning, Mama paused breakfast and initiated prayer and fasting for the family."

The departing

Ferdi Wheeler New writing 2021-04-29

"Brandish the banners – 
bright red as the dying day – 
for tonight the old man will wilt 
and eerily drift away –"


Heidi Henning New writing 2021-04-07

"I’ll meet you in ten minutes 
At Cafe Anton for coffee 
You’ll be early as always 
Waiting for me" 

wearied angels

Desmond Gird New writing 2021-03-03

"I see salt and smoked paprika; 
people content with their fortune, 
genuine, kind and unpretentious, 
like the pot of vegetable soup" 

Little hands

A Maree New writing 2021-02-18

"A mother’s tears will never clean the stains 
From off his shirt, or the shame that’s buried in 
Our dirt, deep in the soil; our country’s land 
Is poorer now, forevermore, without that 
Little hand."

Namib Desert

PP Odendaal New writing 2021-02-09

"Waves of dunes continue into the desert
– death traps in the shifting sands.
Here, compass bearings start to waver 
and directions become unclear."


PP Odendaal New writing 2021-02-08

"The vast open farms of youth,
where horizons were clear
and bush trails led to secret hideouts."