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haya

FreeWriting

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

wood cutter and witch
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Ndubisi

FreeWriting

Can my broken heart still be repair?

This short story would inspire you most especially those whom heart has been broken.

Can my broken heart still be repair?
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Doblee

FreeWriting

Meadow Tale

the once beautiful meadow became a cautionary tale

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Alex O'bor

FreeWriting

"WHEN THE NIGHT DIES" (A Short Poem by ALEX O'BOR)

From dusks till dawns The sunrise and the sun dies Everyday is smiles and frowns Time flies, Life dies and phoenix rise WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll wake-up and then embrace my labour suits Lace-up my touring boots And walk-up my paths on the soily sunny miles WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll walk my dreams in due times I'll make haste whilest the sun shines And drink life from the pool niles WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll sing hosana hosana to the deity I'll recite my psalm-ons, for i am awake Because maybe some

"WHEN THE NIGHT DIES" (A Short Poem by ALEX O'BOR)
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Hollar

FreeWriting

Story

A quick hug

Story
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Ellathewriter

FreeWriting

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 Grandmaster
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A.J

FreeWriting

A Hero's Leap

High above the bustling city of Metropolis, Superman soared through the sky, his cape rippling in the wind. His superhuman senses were on high alert, and his heart raced as he heard a distant cry for help. Down below, on the rooftop of the Daily Planet building, chaos had erupted. Lois Lane, the fearless reporter known for her knack for getting into trouble, was in peril once again. She had been chasing a lead on a dangerous gang, unaware that she was being lured into a trap. As Superman descend

A Hero's Leap
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Faith Kabanda

FreeWriting

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!

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

FreeWriting

THE TRUE MAN

The story of a true man who, despite being a citizen of the world of crime, was a very kind-hearted and patriotic American - the amazing world events and humanitarian stories that took place during the First World War.

THE TRUE MAN
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pasawa

FreeWriting

mountain 🏔️ Mount Everest

It was always my dream to climb Mount Everest, the highest mountain in the world. So when I finally saved enough money and took the time off work, I set off on my journey. I joined a guided climbing expedition, and we spent several weeks in base camp acclimatizing to the altitude and going on practice climbs. The climb itself was grueling and difficult, with long days of climbing on steep, icy terrain. But the views from the mountain were absolutely breathtaking. As we got higher and higher up t

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Julia.by.design🦋

FreeWriting

Monday's Beans

A poem about losing a loved one.

Monday's Beans
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Key Heavenly

FreeWriting

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.😆💕

Those who wish to destroy mankind.
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IAmNameless

FreeWriting

The beauty within

Lila, a reserved child, discovered beauty in a small flower in a park. Her daily walks led her to notice the joys of nature and new friendships, transforming her into a kind and compassionate young woman.

The beauty within
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Rana Sufyan

FreeWriting

Funny story

* After the Imam of the congregation finished the Friday prayer, the voice of a person praying came from behind.* *Maulana Sahib should pray that the economic conditions of our country will improve.* Imam Jamaat took out a 5000 note from his pocket and said: * I have found this outside the door of the mosque, whoever has it, raise your hand.* *10 people raised their hands.* Imam Jamaat kept the note in his pocket and said: *This is mine.* * Get well yourself first, let the economic conditions al

Funny story
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Ndugwa Ndugwa

FreeWriting

THE NEIGHBOUR'S BOY

A short story. Absolutely terrific... treachery and betrayal in the air. A series of surprises.

THE NEIGHBOUR'S BOY
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Ellathewriter

FreeWriting

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.

The Breakup
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Syed Irfan Bashir

FreeWriting

Jack And The Spider

There was once a king of Scotland whose name was Robert Jack. He had need to be both brave and wise, for the times in which he lived were wild and rude. The King of England was at war with him, and had led a great army into Scotland to drive him out of the land. Battle after battle had been fought. Six times had Jack led his brave little army against his foes; and six times had his men been beaten, and driven into flight. At last his army was scattered, and he was forced to hide himself in the w

Jack And The Spider
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Last Story

FreeWriting

Sweet Poison – Short Story of Broken Heart

Its 5:37 in the morning. Can’t sleep. Another restless night. Not a bright start to my day. Its been 37 days since the last time I heard her voice. 49 days since I saw her face,held her hand and kissed her cheeks. According to her calculations, I should’ve been doing well by now. Calculations can be wrong, specially when done by a girl. She’s doing pretty well I guess. Why not me? Why am I writing this? Questions I have no answer to. My first break-up. Its not that I was dying to achieve it and

Sweet Poison – Short Story of Broken Heart
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Storywriter

FreeImage

A short story

A short story
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MultanGuy

FreeImage

EYES

Your eyes reflects the real beauty of nature and emotion's❤️

EYES
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