Leseka Senyolo

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2021

Stories (11)

11 Stories

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“The Wearer Of Mayhem” by Leseka Senyolo

Eramustown, 1999Papa breathed with frantic anxiety, staring at the still form laying in his arms.“Taryn, wake up,” he cried. “Wake up!”Woken from her slumber by papa’s panicked exclamations, six-year old Dahna stood at the passage just past the threshold of her bedroom. Her toes dug into the warm, fluffy carpet beneath her small, bare feet.Papa yelped into the telephone. “S-she… she’s not breathing! I think she’s dead. I needhelp right now!”Da...

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“Marked” by Leseka Senyolo

Norwool Town, 2004 Tony's sister, Berka, regarded him as though he had just grown a second head. Her quick, small eyes surveyed his face attentively for a long time. He felt foolish, but he was not delusional. He wished that Berka would stop looking at him like that. Finally, Berka stood up, not removing her gaze from his face. "Well, you appear to be genuinely distressed," she noted. Berka ...

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“The principle of the tithe” by Leseka Senyolo

Xania's heart staggered in anxious discomfort as she sealed a tenth of her diminutive earnings into a white envelope. She didn't fancy doing this - not even a little bit - but something within her told her to. You know, that little voice that hardly shuts up unless it gets what it wants. Everyone has that voice. Hers was adamantly urging her to chuck away a considerable chunk of money, ten percent of it to be specific, away into some storage place, to be eventually given away as a tithe offering.Acquisition of this money...

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“The Testimony” by Leseka Senyolo

There are four of us in total. Our host is preparing a meal as we wait in emotion-charged silence around a well-decorated, rectangular dining room table. Three candles burn in the middle of a golden tablecloth laid over it, placed in careful alignment with the gaudy chandelier suspended high above. There are three doorways within the dining hall. One leads to the kitchen, the other to the lounge. The third door is closed shut and I find myself puzzling over where it leads. The walls are thickly armored with avid displays of artful paintin...

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“An Underlying Current” by Leseka Senyolo

It's like staring at a masterpiece, an artistic impression upon a canvass of infinite blue.Far into the distance, the sun dips lightly into a horizon of ocean, casting a magnificent glow of coral across the cloudy sky above and the foamy waters beneath. Wisps of tiny clouds float wistfully across the warm glare of the solar, gargantuan orb.The creator of worlds is not only an excellent alchemist, but an endearing artist as well.The remarkable display of color throws dancing shadows upon the ...

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“The Cold Case Of Caera Petals” by Leseka Senyolo

There was a string of physical dwellings, quite a number of them, which made up Caera's life. A dozen moves, a dozen circumstances, and a dozen decisions which landed her here, in bed with him, sleeping carelessly, as though reality disappeared during slumber. As though he would wake up suddenly and all the trouble he caused would be gone. Sleep was such a waste. Caera had been awake thinking all night. She had to get out of here and if she knew what was good for her, she had to make sure not to get caught while at it. She had a way out, ...

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“Death becomes her” by Leseka Senyolo

A quote comes to mind during yet another night of unwelcome wakefulness. It is triggered by the view that has graced my sight from the moment I opened my unwilling eyes."These trees are dark and old. In solitude, unified. Licking the ground, tasting the rough, cold wind, so man can breathe."It's a quote from my favorite band. My love for poetry and raw, creative expression has molded me inextricably to their art. I'm in awe of the manner with which the consistent and unchanging efforts of Gaia to sustai...

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“Saved from a certain fate” by Leseka Senyolo

Here's the thing about people: they're extremely nice. They offer to help. They give. They sacrifice. They share. This is a good thing. Of COURSE it's a good thing. The problem here is not the people. The problem is me. I have no wish to be the receiver. I don't want the niceness and the sacrifices because it reminds me of what I can't do for myself. I don't want it because it makes me feel like a parasite. I don't want ANY of it because I don't truly believe that I am worthy."You are worthy," a woman said to me once. Th...

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“Glimpses of the other side - My spiritual awakening” by Leseka Senyolo

I long to discover what being on the other side is like.I've had elusive whiffs of it. I've taken fleeting glimpses of it - miniscule parts of an overwhelmingly wide vista. I've tasted the robust flavor of it. I've felt the consummate warmth of it. I've heard of its amazing splendor. How do I get there? Well, that is my secret.You see, I have visited the other side, but I have not trulybeen a part of it. Each time I rouse from my physical sleep, I have a missionin mind, and that is to acce...

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“A rhythmic tap at the door” by Leseka Senyolo

A rhythmic tap at the door.She immediately stirred from her light, disturbed sleep atop a bed she was forced to be familiar with. A comfortable bed, double and vintage. She could sprawl herself across it if she wanted, as she generally loved to do, when asleep.On this bed, she did not. It was unlikely that she ever would.She nervously looked at the ceramic door whose colour matched the soft brown, carpeted floor, feeling the everlasting pressure of a frown between her brows; her forehe...

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“Time apart” by Leseka Senyolo

Kal's hand is enwrapped around my upper arm, squeezing. It is not a gentle squeeze. It is violent and possessive, and the hand is shaking as it grips. I try to pull away, but the grip won't loosen. It tightens instead. I gasp, and I want to cry. I don't cry. I am so angry. I’d rather die than show him my weakness now, so I dare not cry. I laugh instead. I release a cackle from deep within my ...

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Author bio

Hello, folks I am a brand new writer looking to lay a foundation to one day live my dream of becoming a full-time, bestselling author. My stories are often inspired by my personal experiences and the lessons that I have and am still learning through this life. This is purely for fun. Participating in the competition every week also serves to sharpen my skills and remove any blocks that have ruled my life for years in the recent past. I am a single mom of twins and do my best to squeeze in a story with one or more reflective lessons for my readers to ponder upon. I really hope you enjoy my stories! They come from a place of deep emotional rawness and real-life lessons that did not come easy. Also, I have a relatively new blog that you can check out at: https://ellesincredibleinsights.blogspot.com/ This work has been on pause for a while. New lessons are still being learned which will make up the content of the new blog post that I'm currently working on right now (slow process). Please feel free to check it out!!! To a promising future of possibility!!!!