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Elmielos

FreeWriting

The lumberjack and the beautiful Suzie

The thirty+ year-old Babida the lumberjack unexpectedly meets the beautiful eighteen-year-old Suzie in Ekule's forest located in the Batang empire in Africa, an imaginary land. There starts an epic adventure between the two lovebirds. At first, the young maiden Suzie mistakes the woodsman for a stalker before later nurturing an admiration for him when she learns that he is a war-time hero, a brute force of nature who slayed the Monster of the forbidden mountain over a decade ago. The villain was a ferocious bird ten meters tall for twenty thousand kilograms that attacked the empire and was on the verge of destroying everything, including the imperial palace. At the time of the aggression, Suzie was still a three-year-old toddler. A man of boundless courage decided to step in the beast's way to save the land and it was no one else but Babida the lumberjack. This incredible tale filled with magic, romance, and mysteries immerses the reader and makes him long for even more.

The lumberjack and the beautiful Suzie
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Faded Ubaid

FreeWriting

Vibrations

"The lips of wisdom are closed, except to the ears of understanding"

Vibrations
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Nkirote

FreeWriting

POEM

This is a poem about a woman, her beauty and stregth.

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Nonye

FreeWriting

"Eternal Serenade: A Love Poem"

In the quiet hush of twilight's embrace, Where shadows dance and stars find their place, There blooms a love, pure and true, A timeless bond, between me and you. In your eyes, I find the dawn's first light, A gentle warmth that banishes the night. With every glance, my heart takes flight, Lost in the depths of your soul so bright. Your laughter, like music, fills the air, A symphony of joy, beyond compare. In your arms, I find my solace rare, A sanctuary from life's every care. With every whispe

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ChonDin

FreeWriting

The War Within BIS Gear Guide – WoW TWW Season 1

For every class, every spec, no nonsense — just the exact gear info straight from the top players’ armory profiles. Now, you can find everything you need about BiS gear in one place.

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MUHAMMAD TAYYAB

FreeWriting

Lucky

Here's a poem for you, Lukey: In fields of green, where dreams take flight, Young Lukey roams with pure delight. His laughter echoes through the air, A joyful sound, beyond compare. With eyes that sparkle, full of wonder, He explores the world, over and under. Each day a new adventure awaits, As Lukey discovers life's open gates. Through sunlit days and moonlit nights, He dances under starry lights. With every step, he leaves a trace, Of love and joy in every place. So let's raise a toast to Luk

Lucky
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Key Heavenly

FreeImage

We cannot be wrong.

If we provide support for the attack. It will only prolong the fighting and more people will lose their lives. We must help protect people. And we need to encourage both presidents to stop fighting, rather than praising one or the other. I see it that way.

We cannot be wrong.
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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

Icarus Reaching for Helios' Hands

013 With these wings, I fled, Escaping from the dark labyrinth. Flapping my hands to stay on the path, Like a tiny little bird who's finally free from its cage. With these wings, I saw Helios. Shinning like a billion embers of candles, Never flickering, forever warm. With amazement, I flapped harder, Feeling the euphoria of reaching you---maybe. Wax thawed, feathers fell, Father's voice echoed. Too late---I'm too late. Dazzled by Helios, trying to reach the unknown, Taking the risk, ended up wit

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Earnest Hearts

FreeWriting

PLEASE DON'T

Please don't judge me wrongly When I don't reply your messages Or even answer your calls, Don't even feel offended When I don't talk to you Because there is a lot you don't know And never you will ever know Yet they are not secrets. Please don't have that emptiness around yourself When am not around you, Don't even feel bored, When you can't hear my stories anymore, But please remember those moments, But only happy moments, Of memories we had together. Please don't cry at all, When you find me l

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Poeticfi

FreeWriting

It’s Gone

It’s gone It’s gone Love is gone and sadness reborn Smiles packed along And left us in a state of forlorn Memories cracked in sorrow Not even a piece to borrow Tears now flow so thorough It’s reasons defined and justified For love was no more The present went so wrong That the future disappeared like sodom It’s gone it’s gone Our Love with time couldn’t stand so strong Our hearts gave up to the roar of doubts And now we lost it all Love couldn’t stand tall. We are left in a state of forlorn

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M Helen

FreeWriting

The Value of Friendship and Paradise (Poem)

friends, colleagues, companions, I am happy with you. we always get along This bond is the most basic function. I am proud to be your partner. Friendship is our most precious religion. Let there be no trouble between you, If this bond is ever inseparable. Affection, sympathy, affection and passion, I am with you all. Friends, to you my heart is like heaven, It is important to know that friendship can be an invaluable asset in one's life.

The Value of Friendship and Paradise (Poem)
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Rohal80

FreeWriting

The Soldiers

A short story, one sentence story about war time.

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SMAG

FreeImage

Atomic war

Atomic war
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Mike

FreeWriting

The betrayal

In shadows deep, where friendships fray, Lies the tale of trust led far astray. Once, they wore masks of loyalty so tight, Yet beneath the surface, darkness took flight. Their smiles masked secrets, their words were veiled, In the garden of friendship, treachery unveiled. A dagger concealed by a friendly embrace, Betrayal's bitter truth, hard to erase. They whispered sweet promises, a pact so sly, But their deceitful hearts harbored a lie. Behind your back, they plotted and schemed, In the realm

The betrayal
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Moba

FreeWriting

THE THIRD WORLD POLITICIAN

Here he is, The big man. He flaunts his money, To show the masses His affluent and wealth. And the rumours spread, That the big man, Was not a businessman. "But what could he be". They wondered. Which occupation, Made you as rich as a businessman? It was not carpentry, Nor was it bricklaying, Or blacksmithing, Then suddenly we knew! The big man, Was nothing but a politician. An occupation of the privileged Who never got tired of their occupation, Who did more bad than good, Whose personal intere

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Pathfinder

FreeWriting

The tree

Inspired by the tree in my compound 😆

The tree
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Eirlysss

FreeWriting

A Drifted Tale

002 Once upon a time, our love was blazing like the sun- warm, comforting, and suitable. Until the world played with spear and gun. We broke apart, we drifted along the brawl. We first met in front of your house's lawn, now, we end it tragically at that same place. Promises gone by, leaving feelings of affliction. All will be in memories, all those hugs and kisses. Time, distance, communication, and presence, we lose it all, and we slowly grew apart. In our promised place I felt your absence, re

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Laiba

FreeWriting

"Shadows and Light: A Journey through Depression"

"Shadows and Light: A Journey through Depression" is a profound exploration of the intricate path one traverses while grappling with the depths of depression. This poignant journey delves into the interplay between darkness and illumination, unveiling the complexities, challenges, and transformative potential inherent in this struggle.

"Shadows and Light: A Journey through Depression"
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Drich The Poet

FreeWriting

Renaissance

Call me the Duke of Silence, I resonate with the six elders at the Gala. I would rather commend a madman for saving a cat, Than applaud politicians in SUVs, Wearing first-class Royce, While we suffer in harsh economic downfall. Renaissance is my diploma, I’ve come to see through all peers, Shady thoughts and unclear actions. Living is now a matter of, “What do you bring to the table?” Youthful pride in contrast to, “Why should I answer that?” Suffering childhood memories, Seems to be the best ph

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Fodux

FreeWriting

The cruel world

War has no friend , it will always leaves a child fatherless , and parents homeless ... The devastating effect of a war , cannot be overemphasized ... Let us say no war..

The cruel world
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