STORIES THAT STOP YOU IN YOUR TRACKS

We publish writing by course participants on a regular basis in the spirit of sharing life experiences with others. Each piece is original work by Life Righting Collective course participants – from the pen and from the heart. We want to showcase authentic voices that we hope will inspire you to write your own stories and buy our anthology, This is How It Is, as well as other books by our members. Scroll down to read our stories.

Please note: The views expressed in the Stories section of the Life Righting Collective website do not necessarily represent the views of the Life Righting Collective as an organisation. We support and encourage the expression of diverse opinions and differing points of view and invite stories about life writing. We will not publish writing that incites hatred or violence of any kind. Read our Disclaimer here.

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FULL OF RUNNING

You are pregnant I know it now I did not know it then I am about six years old You are a young mother I look up into you the […]

THE BOY WHO LEARNT HOW TO RUN

The small boy has come in for his therapy session. He is flushed and excited and filled with joy. “And what has made you so happy, Lwazi? “I ask. I […]

BIRD IN A WIRE

A frantic flapping as I ran by, watching my feetAvoiding the shit dog owners leaveIn this our shared strip of semi-wildnessBetween grey suburbia and the wetlandsBetween tamed nature and the […]

THE BLUE DATSUN

1. Buying the carIn the fading daylight the jumbled strip of small traders were closing their shops for the night. The local corner cafés and fish and chips vendors were […]

LITTLE BIRD SINGS

Every part of my garden is a lyric Under the shade of tall trees Thorny cactus form the edges The dark soil hides the relic Crooked cracks lodge an army […]

OLD FAT LEGS

That was the name given to her by Joanne, our youngest sister, who surely resented her the most. She might have been Mildred or something, and her surname is lost […]

THE KITCHEN

My grandmother’s daily task of deciding what to cook drew heavy sighs and a shaking of her head. She would extract money from her slim purse and instruct me to […]

SOLILOQUY

My first experience of life was death. Mind you, it is not as if I remember, but I know the story told often enough of how my mother, my baby […]

GRACE

When Grace came for her interview, she struck terror in the residents of our Group Home. She entered in the doorway which, in terms of width, she filled. In height […]

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