Baskadia

Rejected

Rejected My heart was plain But I had nights full of pains And days of the same I hope that these hard time had save me the rain I was chasing so high So I fell from the sky Though I was the apple of their eyes But they plunged my right eye I felt so important Thinking I was immortal Sacrificed my chances for others Thinking I was building my own soldiers But my sacrifices were sipped like soda I put my self in a class I didn't belong Hoping I could stay there for long Such reflex to my kind ges

Three Days Ago

3 days ago I was laying in bed. I couldn't sleep even though I had school in the morning. A noise breaks the silence. A whisper. I heard the whisper but I have no idea what it said. I get up on my elbows and look around in the darkness. I see raindrops starting to fall outside my window. The faint light of a car passing by creates shadows inside my room. I hear the whisper again, this time hearing clearly the words 'the mirror.' I get up and walk over to the mirror on the wall next to my desk. I

Middle adulthood

Middle adulthood represents a stage of physical decline in individuals. People between the ages of forty and sixty-five years are considered to be in this middle adulthood stage. Despite the physical deterioration characteristic of this stage of life, it is also coupled with increased responsibility whether as a parent, grandparent, or workplace. Middle-aged adults are greatly concerned with their future generations' welfare and contribution to the world through their family and work.

That mysterious night

That moonless night was as dark as black velvet and there was pin-drop silence everywhere. Silent black clouds have been there in the sky since morning and now they seemed ready to burst into rain. Anna and her aunt were still up enjoying a movie (she was staying at her grandparent’s home during the spring holidays). Though it was a long tiring day for both of them as they went to meet some relatives, visited a market and Anna bought some toys for tiny cousins of her. After coming back, her uncl

"The Cursed Haunted House of Bina: A Bone-Chilling Tale"

Its true story from Bina madhya Pradesh

Unrequited; A love story.

A true life story of a girl who is in love.

THE PSYCHO'S CRANIUM

It's a playwright about mental instability, love and hurt.

The 4 years gap story

I was 18 and you was 14 when we first met we don't know each other very well yet I just treat you like my real sister, nothing else and only up to that point forever. And we met again for the second time around Seeking for your attention until I got drowned Am I crazy why I felt that way? Or maybe you just hypnotized me that day? After years passed, we met again in afternoon grace And the evening comes, I was suprised when I felt your embrace My heart beats faster and I couldn't resist, I was nervous and looks like I'm taking a risk. I couldn't help myself and I kissed you I got nervous and don't know what to do And that's it! I will admit my feelings for you, With all of my heart baby, I love you. Day passed by, my heart was full of love Flying in the sky like having a wings of dove And the best thing I want to do with you, Is to trap my heart and be with you forever too. I love you very much my baby A 21 years old got deeply inlove with 17 years old you

I'm on the run

I'm on the run! From the world From all the harsh things it throws at me All the cartridges it emptied on three Piles upon piles it consumed for free From the Wars that it is provoking, I have to flee. I'm on the run! From these Doctrines What they are preaching ain't what they are doing Their mudus operandi ain't christ like The preach about the end time when they have actually " end time" Don't be deceived, that's not the spirit, it's strictly the street! I'm on the run From my people The ones

Brilliant daughter of villagers

This is an story of viallgers and her daughter In this story there are 4 characters 1=Parents 2=Farwa (daughter) 3=Fayyaz (son) 4=Raj (parrot)

My love for Scrabble

My love for Scrabble is like a fire burning bright, A passion that flares up with every letter placed just right. With every word I form, my excitement starts to soar, As I outsmart my opponents and add to my score. The thrill of finding words that others cannot see, Is like a treasure hunt, a victory. The tiles, they call to me, like gems upon a board, Each one a puzzle to be solved, a challenge to be adored. With every game I play, my love for Scrabble grows, A love that knows no bounds, a lov

I Dare You

If I were you, I'd stop reading. No? It's entirely up to you. I'm powerless to stop you. So, take this story as a warning and leave it at that. It had been a completely ordinary day. When these things happened, I was reading creepy stories to frighten myself. That was something I used to enjoy. I loved the feeling of chills running up my spine when I saw a shadow out of the corner of my eye after reading a story. I was about to start reading a ghost story that sounded intriguing when something c

A short story

This short story is about the dream of a girl whose passion for reading made her a famous writer.

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

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

CRAVING FOR MY EX 😭

About love ❤️

I see your smile

About his admiration to her smile.

THE REAL LESSON IN THE TAOIST FARMER STORY

There is a Taoist story of an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit. “Such bad luck,” they said sympathetically. “Maybe,” the farmer replied. The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it three other wild horses. “How wonderful,” the neighbors exclaimed. “Maybe,” replied the old man. The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbors a

STORY OF A POOR BOY WHO COMES INTO AN UNEXPECTED FORTUNE.

story about a poor boy who turned out to be a rich man with a wonderful marriage

Believe 👌

™ When I moved into my neighborhood early this year, I became good friends with this POS woman in the area. She has a small kiosk where she does her business. One day I went there to withdraw money, and we got talking. She told me she is a qualified medical doctor from the University of Jos. She worked in a private hospital, but when the hospital was closed down, she became jobless again and has since been running her POS business to support the family and her husband who is currently not doing