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The white envelope sat on the table. Like a prized possession, waiting to be revealed. Finally, Tobe turned it over in his hand. His fath...

(Image generated with Meta AI) It's Ben's traditional marriage ceremony and everyone is up and doing to make it the best. “Please, why d...

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GENERATES BY META AI Graham drove frantically on the highway like a mad man being chased. His hands shaked uncontrollably as the almost ...

“Oh, look at that sight!” Hester said, smiling happily as he wiped the sweat from his upper lip. He took in a deep breath and let it out ...

At the break of dawn, the rooster gave his morning call, and I was wakened by the noise. From working in the fields my body was exhausted...

AI image in Canva The alarm on her phone wouldn't stop ringing. Justina had placed it out of reach so she couldn't turn off the alarm she...

"Tunde, I hope you know that this thing can change our lives for good, and tonight is our only opportunity." Dave whispered to ...

Image by Thierry Milherou from Pixabay A knock on the door brings my attention up from the robot I’m repairing. Carcer, captain of The Wa...

Siaka was a peasant farmer who was just managing to feed his family. He couldn't go to school beyond the primary school level, not becaus...

Who would have thought that the fifteenth of October, at exactly 10:20 p.m. would be her worst moment ever? No one could decipher that s...

Image Source When my cousin asked me to spend some days at their village house, I thought it was going to be boring more than anything e...

My final year in high school was the first time that I really understood the rapid flow of time. I was surrounded by the signs of coming ...

They say we're a product of our choices. I think that notion is wrong. I've made all the good choices I can think of for my daughter. I h...

Hi friends! First, I bring you warm greetings from my dwelling here in southwestern Nigeria. Source: Gemini AI This is about my experien...

After a bit of a break, we're back and ready to do some more writing. Don't forget to read @zakludick's update before getting stuck into...

Generated using OpenAI I had no plan to speak about a secret my tongue had carried for over twenty years that evening. In fact, I thought...

─── ❖ ── ✦ ── ❖ ─── ❖ Choices ❖ 📸https://www.artguru.ai/es/ After a night of nonstop rain, where the rain never stopped and it seemed li...

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On Monday morning, the office was really full. The typing on the keyboards, the printing on the printers, the ringing of the phones you n...

source Kola was always motionless at the sight of heights. Standing on a veranda two floors up made his palms dank and his knees tremble...

Welcome to the next in an ongoing series of writing prompts in the Worldbuilding community ! I'm aiming to post one of these each Sunday....

Good day everyone, welcome to my blog. Life indeed present us with different choices to chose from time to time, the choices we make eith...

Image Source I looked at my watch immediately I entered the grocery store. It was almost 5pm. The sky was gray, and the wind smelled like...

It was my last year of high school that I saw the first time that something was different in me. Initially, I assumed the whole thing was...

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To Hilary, hunger was not a stranger. "I know the voice of hunger very well, it's a hollow echo in my stomach that no amount of la...

Creative Nonfiction in The Ink Well Prompt #154 Source Leonardo AI Welcome to The Ink Well's weekly creative nonfiction prompt! In this p...

Image source: metaAi “Theresa!” “Theresa!” The mom called from the kitchen She called again, this time with much energy. Yet there was n...

Image Source I had never seen Aunt Clara cry before. The first time I did was the day she sold the bakery. It had always been there, on t...