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Only You

Poem about thanking someone for having her

WHEN A PICTURE TELLS A STORY

WHEN A PICTURE TELLS A STORY (A #throwback ) Looking at this picture, I can't help but smile because of the beautiful memories it gives. This is a picture of Thebeezybee while in primary school, 😁 at Murna Children School. I really can't remember much but this picture has a lot of stories of different persons. I can still remember Uncle Idris, my teacher and the names of some of my classmates; Zainab, Fatima, Mariam, Oluchukwu, Hajara, Tope, Bello, Hadiza, Helen,Evelyn, Peju, Chinazor,Obinna, R

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.😆💕

To My Dulcinea

I take pride of the secrets only you and I can share, including the wonderful moments only meant for two; I am privileged of the special mem'ries we could claim our very own, purging our love deeper and stronger as time had grown; Despite imperfections in our journey, we've seen blissfulness in the ups we've been made tougher in the downs; always, together sharing smiles and tears; And through it all I have learned one thing, that there could never be a dearer and more precious person than the o

The farmer and the well

Story about a farmer

Royal temptations

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The Westerners

The story is characterized with revenge, love, passion and ultimately hope. It also embraces long suffering, deceit and despair. It centers on two(2) African princes that seeks the fortunes and love of the king. This gesture made them to embark on an adventure that brought about sorrow, despair, desperation, greed and more secrets that can’t be told and known to any man.

Story

A quick hug

Nature is everything

I am the rise

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!

What goes around comes around

This is a story of how a man learnt the hard way that you have treat your spouse the right way.

The Gemini (Love beaten)

The Gemini and Pisces sad love story fades away with the morning dew.

Black And white

You Havent Travel Yet?

Story under sky

We never miss a chance to go on walk with beloved and the hand holding talks become story, behind that pic you found that.

Life moves fast

Bus love Story part2

So I was doing just that, resting at a bus stop on one of those rare instances when a bus came by. It was more of an old truck than a bus but then, Cubans are not fussy about the type of transport, as long as it transports. And like all modes of Cuban transportation, it was packed tight with people. As a traveler in Cuba, you quickly learn to change your idea about personal space. At any rate, the truck, belching smoke, pulled up and el recaudador, the guy who rides the back of the vehicle and takes the money, opened the door to let me in the truck. I waved it off, explaining that I was not waiting for the bus. El recaudador looked at me and smiled and said, “Vámos” let’s go! I smiled back and said no thank you. “Vámos a mi casa!” Let’s go to my house! He thought that was sure to work! I smiled again and gave them the look at said, “nice try but no thank you”. But he wasn’t finished trying to lure me to his love pad. Tip 100 Satoshi for more

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

Dark World

It's dark. When you don't know where you are or how you've come to be there, even the simplest things can be supremely frightening. So it was that when Walter awoke, his consciousness was confused and hazy, and the thing that he fixed on was the darkness. a darkness so thick and oppressive that it could've been a blanket—perhaps it was, for all that the disoriented boy knew. A quick rustle around his immediate area made it clear that no, he was not bound or covered by anything in particular—it w

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GOLDILOCKS AND THREE BEARS