Baskadia

Story

A quick hug

Love story

Once upon a time, in a small coastal town, lived two individuals whose paths were destined to intertwine. Emily, a kind-hearted and free-spirited artist, found solace in painting vibrant landscapes by the beach. Liam, a reserved and introspective writer, sought inspiration from the crashing waves and salty breeze.

The doors

There lived a child whose name was Isabel. She lived in a small cottage with her grandmother. Her parents had died three years after her birth. Isabel was a child with large and deep imagination.

You Are My Home

Home is not a place but the one we cherish.

Song

I wrote that song so i share here to get some bitcoin

Sahjahan

Love acchievement

A young man Story who achieved his goal.. when he always failed but never give up.

Never Give up... Once upon a time, there was a young boy named Jake who lived in a small village. Jake had a big dream of becoming a famous artist. He loved to paint and draw, and he spent every free moment creating beautiful pieces of art. Jake's parents, however, were not supportive of his dream. They thought that art was a waste of time and that their son should focus on more practical things like getting a good job and earning money. But Jake refused to give up on his dream. He continued to

Five Things You Need to Know about Writing Articles

As a blog blogger and content writer, your writing will always be in the spotlight—and that is nothing new for you. It’s just how it should be. But, here are five things I’ve learned during my years as a freelance writer, so you can always tell when I write to hit publish because it’s done! 1.) Don’t let your ego interfere with your writing. Even if something makes sense, don’t forget the audience is watching. The first impression you give to someone who reads your work is vital to making any ki

CRAVING FOR MY EX 😭

About love ❤️

The miser and his gold

A man who love gold

The Breakup

It was really a coincidence that i met someone new at the verge of breaking up with my boyfriend. I was not sure if i wanted a new relationship but I wasn’t ready to let this guy slip through my fingers. He seemed like he was going to make a good friend and partner.

Smiling through life: The story of Jack and Bill

In a bustling city, there were two old men named Jack and Bill. They both lived long and fulfilling lives and had reached the age of 80. Despite the many challenges they faced in their lives, they remained cheerful and content. They enjoyed sitting on a bench on the street corner, observing the world around them, and chatting with each other. People in the city knew them well, and often referred to them as the "smiling old men." Jack and Bill had a bond that only came from years of friendship, a

wood cutter and witch

Once upon a time there was a woodcutter in a village. He had a khatara bicycle on which he used to go to work in the city every day. One day he was late for work. It was twelve o'clock in the night. But he dragged his bicycle and passed by a deserted mansion. There was an old berry tree in the mansion. As he passed by, he heard a woman's voice. She was eating a berry sitting on this tree. She called out to the lumberjack, "Listen, lumberjack." At the same time, he threw a berry towards her and s

GARANG KUOL'S STORY

Garang Kuol’s story is truly remarkable

These days

‘… No! But, I hope he is different from the rest of presidents we’ve had oo. And why are you calling him ”upcoming president” when the elections hasn’t even come self?’ ‘ E be like say you no sabi this country they call Nigeria. They will just rig this election and give it to Ola Kunle. You know Ola Kunle is almost a Fulani since his mum is a Fulani.’ ‘wow! I never thought of that. These and more are reasons I dislike voting – rigging, gun shots and the rest of violence.’ ‘Common fuel that we ow

Story of very brave maharaj

Shivaji Maharaj is a revered figure in the history of India, particularly in the state of Maharashtra. There are many poems dedicated to him in Marathi, his native language. Here is a translation of a popular poem on Shivaji Maharaj: Shivaji Maharaj, the Lion of Maharashtra, Whose name echoes through the ages, The son of the soil, the defender of Dharma, Who fought for his people and their rights. He was born in a time of darkness and oppression, When the land was under foreign rule, But he rose

A MAASAI STORY

Am proud to be a maasai

Aneni And The Midnight Quest - A Short Story By Faith Kabanda

When an overslept weekend turns out to be more. Aneni finds herself time travelling to Ancient Africa with a quest to complete and not much time on her hands. Enjoy the read!

FETAL PETAL

The gorgeous garden blossoms, The wallowing wind blows, Golden rays radiate red flowers, The morning dew sparkles sepals, Thee pretty perilous petals grow and glow, Releasing sweet scents. We the butterflies, Beautifully fly in the air, The pretty perilous petals attract, They silently stare and lure, Thirsting for our lives. We are warned, But oblivious of the peril, We prolong our proboscises, Slowly and steadily we suck, We sack the nectar sack, We feel so high, But our vision so nigh. For a

First Love

My First Love