Baskadia

Woodenheaded Johnny.

In the countryside of Nottingham, at the central region of England where farmers would gather grains and milk cows for a living, there lived a married couple; Jonny, who was a farmer, and his wife Mary. Now Jonny was a lazy and dimwitted man. He would occasionally go farming with his peers and spend all the money he got on drinking and gambling. Other times he stayed at home, grumbling and nagging at Mary for some food. Mary never complained. She was a local teacher in the town’s primary school

The Sins of STD

The Sins of STD By Temidayo Olabanji My mother-in-law kept tying her laced wrapper over and over (she could have tied it for about hundred times now) she shaked her body, clapping in rhythm to her body’s movement. “Tell her to take her imbecile child, that child is not your own, is this not enough reason to leave her now? After ten years of waiting” My mother in law said to my husband, (she always hated me, she said I was too much of a light skinned, I was too skinny, she just found fault in me,

Fantasy In The Summer

Tesher Willington (a girl of fourteen) gets extremely tired of her mum reading her a book which lacked romace. She gets compelled to add romance to the book by herself, but it turns out that at the moment her name touches the book, she travels into the book, meeting the actual characters of the book.

LILY

That's an amazing story! I'm glad that Lily was able to find her true calling in life and use her magical feather to help others.

The Punter

Andrew Smith, a compulsive gambler and aspiring inventor suddenly finds himself falling into an abyss of doom in a selfish society. To redeem himself, Andrew must overcome these obstacles or perish along with its consequences.

Machine

In future...

Those who wish to destroy mankind.

This is the plot of the story I wrote. 1 Japanese version 【日本語版】 2 English version 【英語版】 😓I'm sorry if there's a mistranslation.😓 😆I would appreciate it if you could translate the Japanese version into another language and post it.😆💕

Royal temptations

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BEING A SIDE CHICK IS A WASTE OF TIME.

He will spend hours with you and still go back to his wife. He will give you a hundred orgasms and tell you to take emergency pills. If you dare get pregnant he will tell you to abort. He will ask you to be faithful to him, when he has someone else. While you are in the background, he will post photos of his beautiful family, talk highly of his wife and talk about how he loves his children. You are left to wonder about this love he talks about. If he really loves you, why does he make you do all

The Grandmaster

A young woman’s scary dream manifesting into reality has to be what she least expects. Getting used to having the dreams is one thing, but experiencing the same thing in reality? Ohh wow!

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.

Saving belle

My name is willomina and I hate my name cos I was left in a dumbster behind the orphanage, whatever sort of parent I had didn't even put me beside the dumbster but in it like some sort of discarded tissue paper . I trip on something as the issue of my parents runs through mind,but as I hear a high pitched giggle I know for sure it's Ashley the queen bitch starting shit. About to throw a pinch when Caden grabs me by the waiat and hauls me out of the mess hall. Caden is my very best friend cos we'

The CLAP

… Do you know that Ladies rape men also, maybe if we would stop being stereotype, the ladies would be caught, just maybe..

Demi love

Far far from what people would consider your typical suburb, was a large yet well hidden township called Grome. Perfectly located on the coast of North Carolina. They had it all it here they had a calisem used for advanced demi God battle training, shopping where by u could buy anything from food,  hygiene products to magical items used on quest, battle armor and every weapon a demo God could everythink about needing.  Heck it even had a game stop. Each person invited to live and train in grome

Monday Rush

A flash Fiction of a jobless Nigerian Youth

The Stuttering Of The Revolution

The 'The Stuttering Of The Revolution' is a short story about a breach of the peace caused by people (invaders who came from the realms of Magical Lands) who intend to disrupt the peace of certain people (people of the Land Of Peace), for personal gain. Where these invaders succeeded in capturing the kingdom. The people of this kingdom lacked unity after being overwhelmed by fear and then following the wishes of the invaders even though those who refused were killed. This story reminds us that without unity, the fear prevails and leads to injustice. Fear provides an opportunity for the enemy to intervene and disturb the peace.

L. I. F. E

Have you ever wondered why there is always the good and bad? Or why we have to crave or shape ourselves to "that" person

The Man from Tomorrow

Yesterday I met a man from the year 2093; he wore a tattered suit made from very strange fabric, the kind I hadn't seen in this timeline, his hat; translucent and bore a canary's feather on its brim. He carried a grey suitcase with the words "Children of Eve" inscribed on the side in cursive. He was frail, his skin was dark brown and glazed like a ceramic mold, his eyes were rather large with a monocle hanging on the left eye, he was neatly shaved with thick black hair on his head, clutched firm

What did Tola See?

The new year's day was the day we did the ritual. We moved from house to house, in our best clothes and our brightest smiles. For our smiles, they gave us money and for our not-so-sonorous voices, they gave us more money. It was also the day Tola went mute and never spoke again. That day, Tola had stuck to me like a gum to a cloth. She didn't smile much, didn't sing louder like us. No one could blame her. Her sister, like us, had gone to give out new year's food and she never returned. The villa

Spear

In the wild waste, a girl, growing. A girl at home in the wild, in the leafless thicket of thin grey saplings with moss growing green on one side. In this thicket, the moss side does not face north but curves in a circle with its back to the world, and, at its centre, where the branches grow most tangled and forbidding, is a hill. In the face of that hill, always hidden from the world, is the dark mouth of the cave where the girl lives with her mother. As far as the girl can tell, none on two le