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May Update

Camp NaNo is done and dusted, and while I did not get to the appended 50K mark, I did get to my original 25K goal. So it is both a win and a non-win.

Sadly, my blog and reading suffered quite a bit during NaNo. And also April is practically a public holiday here in South Africa so I was barely at home or barely writing when I was. It was heavy busy, but I do not regret anything. I experienced a lot of great things I wouldn’t trade for an addition 25K words.

May Goals

I always feel like I have the potential to do so much more than I plan for, but do not have the time to do it all. Nonetheless, goals are great for motivation and when I cross off a goal, I feel fantastic.

Reading: I finished two incredible books. The first was Rules of the Game, the third and final book of the Endgame series. So much action. So much drama. So much almost crying. Click the covers for a review. Rules of the game will have a proper review later on the blog but you can read the initial review on Goodreads.








The second book was Eleanor & Park, a YA romance novel that hit me harder than I expected it to. My heart was in my throat the whole time. Beautiful. Click the cover for my Goodreads review.

Next on the list are:

  1. Blood Moon – John David Bethel
  2. Grey Magic – J.T. Lawrence
  3. Why You Were Taken – J.T. Lawrence
  4. Enden – David Kummer

I still have my Brandon Sanderson Mist Born Trilogy to read as well.


Innocence: I will be finishing this horror novella this month. There are 10 chapters in total, each about 1500 words or so. It is available for free on Wattpad and you can read chapter 7 later today. To catch up on what has already happened, (and follow me on Wattpad) follow this link -> Wattpad Story – Innocence.


A quick synopsis:

The law exists to protect citizens from injustice, violence, and immorality. However, the law itself is also bound to it’s own statutes, and sometimes, the guilty are set free.
Four officers and a young medical student decide to take the law into their own hands, sentencing the known murderer, Marius de Wet, to an illegal Death Penalty within the unused Melville police precinct basement.
If word got out, the repercussions would be insurmountable for the five overseers of the unauthorized execution, and they vow to keep their silence.
But Marius is calling from the grave, seeking justice.
And he will claim his innocence.

Do be warned, it is rated “Mature” due to violence and language.

Last Robot on Earth: I have written about 16,001 words of this. This first arc will probably run up to 25,000 words. Unfortunately I did not write this main character as I was supposed to. Got too caught up in the story to realize he’s way off personality wise. So I’ll be rounding up the first arc and editing the character before moving on with the story.

While it is a Patreon project, I’ll be sharing some of the processes with you. This is one of the novels I will be completing this year.

Dominae Mortem: This is at 10,713 words. I covered two of the four main protagonists that the story revolves around. While I enjoyed the process, it involved so much world building and research that it took longer to write. I still haven’t planned out the other two characters so writing this will be quite a drawn out process.

From a planning perspective, I have the first arc figured out. Basically it is the “who” arc, where you get to know more about both the characters and the world they live in. Each is supposed to end with a “WHAT?!” cliff hanger that will lead into the second arc, “what now?” This will probably cover the first 50-75K mark. It is a Dark Fantasy novel after all so it could get long.

Junk Yard Angel: Ugh don’t even ask haha. This is novel is like that TV series you want to watch, then watch only one episode before moving on to other series. There’s so much potential but I’m too lazy to dig through it. It also has massive amounts of research and plotting to get through. Nonetheless, the novel itself is 8181 words of the introductory arc.

The JYA Short Stories – a prequel to the events of the main novel, is going pretty well. I’m enjoying that much better, but of course this is because all the characters are so much fun to write. 6452 words so far broken between five short stories that are all related and linked to each other and to the main novel. I will be releasing this once JYA itself is written.

Portals: This is a secret novel from last years NaNoWriMo – the Science Fantasy Horror Thriller of 33,865 words. It is a convoluted mess but a fascinating convoluted mess. Intertwining time-lines, characters and motivations. This little side project is not important but it’s fun.

What are your goals for May? How well did you do during Camp NaNo if you participated?


Friday Fiction: Wattpad Excerpt

As you might know (some of you definitely know), Friday’s are usually Microcosmsfic days, where 3 elements are spun and a bunch of us write a 300 word flash fiction using those elements. The prize is prestige and an opportunity to judge the next round. Last Friday I wrote a Fable called The Man and the Mice and to both my surprise, and glee, I actually won that week’s Microcosmsfic, both picked by the Judge and the Community. *Swoons*

So I wont be entering this Friday as I will be judging the entries. You can, however, enter the comp here: Write great stories!

I actually loved writing that fable, and you can read the whole process of how I came up with the story, on my Patreon page (free) here: Inspiration Behind The Man and the Mice

Fridays are also days when I post a chapter of my novella, Innocence, on Wattpad. The premise follows four police officers and a young doctor, who illegally execute a known killer. Now someone (or something) is stalking them.

Here’s an excerpt from the next chapter. Innocence – A Wattpad Novella

The room spins as body leans forward to reach for the fallen injection. The body slumps onto the warm wooden floor with a soft thwack. Eyes glaze over the irregular lines that mark each thin, individual piece of floorboard.

The rows of polished plank begin to sway.



They curl upward from the ground and wiggle free from their confines. Oversized gunk drips wet, grey splotches over the curling floorboards, coating them in their mucous membrane and form egg-shaped heads. The droplets slither over the wood, every drip causing the planks to writhe to life. The curled heads wiggle upwards like cat-sized maggots, squirming as the slime devours the wooden meat sack that was once the floor. Together, in rapid gyration they turn to the body on the floor in a unison of tiny beady eyes. Black as coal. Tufts of slick hair drape over the left side of their bulging heads. The gunk continues to drip over their tiny humanoid faces.

The giggles contract into hicks of breathless inhalations, gurgling with saliva dripping down the gawking mouth, then rising into a crescendo of strangled chortles winding into wild screeching.

The maggots skitter as though the sound invigorates them. They skid forward from their coiled perch in frenzied slurping shuffles. They climb over the body in a mesh of wriggling appendages.

What are you currently writing?


Semblance by Nthato Morakabi

Reality is never what it seems. Not for the man and boy sitting solemnly on the park bench; not for the man with a secret that rattles his heart.

Semblance on Wattpad

Friday Fiction: 2055 – Imprisonment

Abie Prinsloo opened his eyes. The grey ceiling had not changed in the last couple of weeks since his incarceration. Yet in his dreams, the ceiling had been replaced with clear blue skies, and a single ray of sunlight streaming over the stubble growing on his chin. Birds would chirp. The wind would rustle nearby trees. He could breathe in lungfuls of fresh air. He sighed and turned away from the solid concrete slab above him, to the solid wall now bearing dark etches of symbols and markings he didn’t recognize.


Abie ignored the voice. Eventually it would keep silent, but in the last few days it had become annoyingly incessant.

<Escape! Abie! Escape!>


His voice thrummbed along the wall in visible sound waves that made his teeth buzz. The, almost male not really female voice, made its first appearance when he’d walked out to meet Bravo squad in the enemy compound. It seemed so long ago now, like a childhood memory seen through fogged glass. The only thing he remembered was the voice telling him to accept the power, to feed off it and be victorious. In the next moment, he was being cuffed and thrown into the back of a transportation vehicle at the Swartkoppies base, as a fearful Bravo Squad cast furtive glances at his struggling, shouting form.

And then he was here.

<You must Escape! They come for you!>

“Who is coming!” He rolled over and threw his legs off the bed into a sitting position; it made the sound waves more bearable in the empty cell. In the distance, crawling across the surface of the walls towards him, came the sound of boots. A lot of them.

<Let me in! I can help us escape!>

The voice was not panicked as it was agitated. He could feel it’s anger radiate across his skin like harsh sunlight.

“Running makes us look guilty.”

<Guilt isn’t on their minds. Only power.>

The sound waves were growing louder, followed by the grating, erratic wave of a metal gate sliding open. Abie held his jaw between his fingers, hoping to ease the reverberations coursing through them.

“I will not run. If we have to escape, we will.”

<We won’t>

“Why not?”

By now the boots had become audible thumps across the hard floor. Familiar soldiers crowded the outside of the cell in a clump, weapons raised pointing at him. He noted that a few of them had a slight shake to their grip; one wrong move and a nervous soldier would put a bullet in his brain.

<Hey. Can you put them to sleep?> Abie asked the voice in his mind. Silence was his reply. <Hey!>

<It won’t speak in my presence.> A mellow voice that was more female than male filled his head. Abie looked at each of the men outside the cell, hoping to see who had spoken. None of them seemed a likely candidate judging by their posture. For soldiers they were a disgrace.

<Yes they are, aren’t they, a disgrace I mean. And should you wonder whether I read minds, let me assure you. I can.>

“Who are you!?” Abie asked out loud. One of the men flinched and almost pulled the trigger; Abie could feel the vibrations of the rattling trigger in his left wisdom tooth. He wanted to stand up, see if there was someone else behind the troupe but he feared the soldier’s nervousness now more than ever. He stayed perfectly still.

<You are the reason they are so fearful, your oh so greatly indebted Bravo squad.> The voice continued. That explained the recognition Abie had felt, but who was controlling them now?

<Who are you? Where are you?>

<For that you should ask the parasite in your system. Perhaps you haven’t seen it as a parasite yet… or maybe you have.>

Abie stared at one of the men, the one who shook the most and happened to be the one with the jingling keys in his hand. He pushed his mind towards the man. That was the only way he could explain it, and what he would tell others who would ask him about it in the future. A push. Did he know it would work? No, but it was better than waiting to be killed by the very men you had saved.

Within moments he was in the man’s mind, more as an electrical pulse than a coherent thought.

Stephen van der Walt. Age thirty two. Single. Lives in Kroonstad. The middle of three children. Joined the army when his youngest brother was killed by enemy troops during a school outing. 

Abie calmed the man down and let him lower his weapon as he steadied his hand to open the cell door. He let the rest of his mind push out towards the two on either side of Stephen van der Walt.

Kagisho Mpelani. Age forty. Married. Lives in New Transkei, on the border of an enemy base. Oldest of four children. Joined the army to keep his family and siblings safe.

Lucas Lesufi. Age twenty five. Single. Lives with girlfriend in Thokoza City. Last born of three. Forcibly asked to join the army by his parents when he lost his job and home.

He pushed his mind across to the rest of them, learning of their pasts and fears as he went, until he had the whole group under his influence. He lulled them into a quiet calm and had them lower their weapons. They stared glassy eyed at the space where he was.

<Oh the man is talented. I look forward to meeting you Abie Prinsloo.>

<I’m coming for you! Are you in the compound? Where are you!> Abie left the guards in their stupor, grabbing a pistol from a slack hand before running past them towards the exit. He pushed his mind out across the compound as far as he could, hoping to sense the owner of the voice in his head. A single mind waited in a room at the top of the stairs. An impenetrable mind. He ran all the way to the top and barged through the door with the pistol held out, ready to pop a bullet in whoever’s brain. He stopped just inside the brightly lit detainment room, eyes widening. His grip on the pistol loosened. His arm fell to his side in one fell swoop.

“Hallo Liefie. Kom sit.”

*Liefie is an Afrikaans term of endearment which basically means my love.

Feel free to vote and comment on my Wattpad account as well as here if you enjoyed the story. 

My Wattpad Profile: Nthato Morakabi


Friday Fiction: 2055 – Council

I got enough requests to continue this little story to decide that I will make April Friday Fictions the 2055 story. I’ll also be adding the chapters to my Wattpad.

2055 by Nthato Morakabi

2055 by Nthato Morakabi

The leaders from all five commonwealth states were in attendance for the 10th official leaders meeting. État central de l’Afrique was playing host, in what was once known as Central African Republic in the old days. They were located in an underground bunker, erected during the course of unifying the African countries. There would be no security breach.

Although the dignitaries had sworn to never withhold any information that would hinder the UCA from gaining the upperhand against other countries, Statesman Lungelo Mkhize was not willing to give up Abie Prinsloo to the United Commonwealth of Africa. Not yet anyway.

“That man was able to subdue an entire compound on his own, without ever firing a weapon. He is an asset the UCA must have in their possession.”

Akinyi Cisse had folded his arms across his chest during the brief, but now they were held above his head in frustration. The sleeves of his shirt had slid down to reveal a tattoo along his arm.

“We are aware of this.” the oldest of the leaders said gently. His dark eyes, however, were bearing down on Lungelo. The older man’s lips tightened before he spoke again,

“Explain to us once again why Abie Prinsloo is being kept prisoner, worst of all, within your own precinct.” The other leaders sat forward. Lungelo cleared his throat and reached for the glass of water on the table to gather his thoughts. Once he placed the glass back on the table, he also sat forward.

“We do not know what happened. As far as we can see, Abie has no recollection of the events following his meeting with this girl he keeps mentioning. We do not know what he is capable of. It would be unwise for us to send him back into the field untested.”

He was hoping the leaders would be nodding in agreement, or at least showing some emotion other than distrust, but clearly that was asking too much.

“We do not need him in the field,” Stateswoman Olamide Turay finally said, “What we need is a way to dispel all notions from the other nations, that we are incapable of defending ourselves as the UCA.” She sat back in her chair as the other leaders nodded their agreement. She continued,

“The technological advancements of the USA far exceeds our own. Bio-mechanics in Asia put them as industry leaders with their renowned Artificial Intelligence. The UK have literally fortified their walls. Europe is in bed with all the other nations and can’t be touched. And what do we have? Nothing!

“We are the only ones who appear weak and Abie Prinsloo is the first step towards not only strengthening Africa as a nation, but leading the power race.” Lungelo reached for his glass of water again but kept it in his hand,

“And that is exactly why we must keep him from the others until we can truly test his capabilities. Do you not see this?” Lungelo was losing his cool, which was never good in these situations. The other leaders were as ruthless as he could be had the tables been turned.

From the other end of the table, Akinyi ran his finger across his side of the conference table. A satellite image of the incident appeared in front of all the other leaders. They watched as Abie Prinsloo made his way out of a building, each step a laboured effort, his arms straight down at his sides as though held there. Not a single bullet was fired even though he was surrounded by enemy forces and a moment later, everyone except Bravo squad had fallen down. Simultaneously. At that moment, Abie turned his head towards the sky, towards the screen they were all staring at, footage from a satellite orbiting the earth. It was without a doubt what he was looking at. Them.  A moment later, the screen turned dark.

I hope you enjoyed the next chapter of the tale. Let me know what you think and any suggestions you might have. 

My Wattpad Profile: Nthato Morakabi


March Madness: Autumn Blues

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A moment of silence for February…

… Thank you.

March has arrived and with it, a whirlwind of Autumn weather over here in the southern hemisphere, where the weather is bright and sunny one moment, then miserable and grey the next.

And it looks like my reading and writing is following suit.

The What in Wattpad

I joined Wattpad back in 2014, when I was looking for avenues that would help me build an audience for my writing. I posted two of my short stories there, one of which got me featured on a Twitter post by The Daily Post, when I was a participant in their daily prompts. Some Birds Where Meant to be Changed.

I took a step back from Wattpad when a fellow writer was in a long-standing quarrel with another Wattpad author who had taken my fellow writer’s story and posted it as their own. Plagiarism is one of my biggest fears.

I’ve decided to give Wattpad another try although it will be strictly stories I’ve posted before either here on my blog or other sources. Please feel free to go check them out.

Link to my Wattpad: NthatoM

Also, Carin Marais is on Wattpad here:  CarinMarais

What’s Good on Goodreads

I haven’t reviewed the last book I read Endgame: The Calling, which I raved about in my previous Book Impression. I just haven’t had time to get to it and now I’m deep into the third Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children: Library of Souls, with the intention of Reviewing that too. The Endgame Book review should be up on today’s Wednesday Book Review so look out for that later.

In the mean time, I managed to head to my favourite bookstore, Exclusive Books Greenstone, and I bought a couple of books to read, one of which is this amazing book I also mentioned before: The Watchmaker of Filigree Street.



There is still plenty reading that must happen in these early days, as I attempt to catch up from a slow February.

Camping it out at CampNaNo

April is March-ing along (sorry could’t resist) towards existence, which means it will be time for Camp NaNoWrimo. It is a less intense version of NaNoWriMo in that you are not forced to write 50 000 words, and can, in fact, work on whatever you want; as long as you do some writing. So for the first time since signing up for NaNoWriMo, I will be participating in Camp NaNo, my focus this time will be a set of short stories I wrote where I personify Sin. You can see my previous attempts on the menu bar above, under the heading Wages of Sin.


I hope you too will be participating in this endeavour and if not, cheer us on! I have joined up with a couple of other Joburg writers and we are sharing a “cabin”, continuing in the camaraderie we have built from our last NaNo gathering.

You can check out my camper profile here: Silvanthato

What’s are your March goals?


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