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FreeWriting

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

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Dan Kano

FreeWriting

Amira's Journey: A Story of Hope and Resilience

There was a young girl named Amira who lived in a small village in Africa. She was born into a poor family and spent most of her days helping her parents with their chores and taking care of her younger siblings. Despite the many challenges she faced in her daily life, Amira was known for her contagious smile and unwavering spirit. She was always the first one to lend a helping hand to anyone in need and her kindness and generosity had earned her the love and respect of everyone in the village.

Amira's Journey: A Story of Hope and Resilience
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Richie Kharis

FreeWriting

ONCE A LOVER, NOW A DEVIL by Richie Kharis

She told him "I hate you," but he took it as a joke Her smile was deceiving and her voice was relieving He only saw an angel with a figure like an eight And never bothered to take note of her repeated joke He told her, " Look, I love you—I'll take a blow for you." But she looked at him smiling as if his words were untrue Yes, I know, but I still hate you because that is what I do Again, he waved, but this time those words came sinking through I see you working, defending me, and fighting for me

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Armstrong

FreeWriting

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.

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Magick Mike

FreeWriting

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

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__O.B KWASI

FreeWriting

Prisoner

In shackles, prison shut Once to be fortified, so is a wish A training for man's rebirth A school of total transformation. There is no promotion until every test is passed Ups and downs, destination a home of rest A test of time for a distinguished self No help no friend, a just cause for mortal. This is who i become A fearless and pain sustaining mogul Feels alone and get best results all alone Entities Communicate; feel more united by self. Who could be an adviser better than myself ? Panel of

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Finder

FreeWriting

The Art of Love

The art of love I will start today's story with one saying. Osho, a spiritual teacher, says this about love. "If you really love a flower, don't try to pluck that flower. When you pluck that flower, the beauty of that flower is lost. Likewise, that flower dies. If you really love a flower, let that flower spread its healing freely. Let it live freely." He says more. "Love is not imprisonment. It is freedom." Many people collect the most beautiful experiences and the most bitter experiences in th

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Photographer RM MONA

FreeWriting

Never judge someone's life. Every human being in the world has a story.

_A_24-year-old #boy_looked out of the train window and shouted, Dad! Look at the trees going backwards. Suddenly he said again: Dad, look at the clouds moving with us. A young couple sitting next to him saw the boy's childish behavior and asked the boy's father, "Why don't you take your son to a good doctor?" The boy's father said, "We are returning from the hospital today." My son was blind from birth, he got his es back today. Never judge someone's life. Every human being in the world has a story.

Never judge someone's life. Every

human being in the world has a story.
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Armstrong

FreeWriting

FETAL PETAL

The gorgeous garden blossoms, The wallowing wind blows, Golden rays radiate red flowers, The morning dew sparkles sepals, Thee pretty perilous petals grow and glow, Releasing sweet scents. We the butterflies, Beautifully fly in the air, The pretty perilous petals attract, They silently stare and lure, Thirsting for our lives. We are warned, But oblivious of the peril, We prolong our proboscises, Slowly and steadily we suck, We sack the nectar sack, We feel so high, But our vision so nigh. For a

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Burak

FreeWriting

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

Spear
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Miss khan

FreeWriting

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

That mysterious night
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Maham Imtiaz

FreeWriting

Gratitude

Gratitude is a positive emotion that involves being thankful and appreciative and is associated with several mental and physical health benefits. When you experience gratitude, you feel grateful for something or someone in your life and respond with feelings of kindness, warmth, and other forms of generosity.gratitude is strongly and consistently associated with greater happiness. Gratitude helps people feel more positive emotions, relish good experiences, improve their health, deal with adversi

Gratitude
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Panky writer

FreeWriting

Game a good soul

Friends, I have brought a story for you! This is the story of a room built in a house where a person lived. That person's name was Saurav. Sourav had taken a single room on rent for himself, in that single room he lived alone. But he was disturbed by the happenings in that room. Because of which he had to leave the room. This story was told to me by a person who worked with Sourav.

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Inhiding

FreeWriting

I see your smile

About his admiration to her smile.

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Lara

FreeWriting

Love poem

Heart warming love poem, a message to a distant lover.

Love poem
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A writer

FreeWriting

A perfect Romantic lady

Sophie had always been a hopeless romantic, and she finally found her perfect love story in Jack. They started a long-distance relationship when Jack got a job in another city, but their love only grew stronger. Sophie knew that she had found the person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, and she was willing to do whatever it took to make it work. When Jack got a job in the same city as Sophie.

A perfect Romantic lady
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scary horrors

FreeWriting

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

Dark World
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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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Lizzybetty

FreeWriting

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

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

FreeWriting

A TRUE LIFE STORY: What is she suppose to do?

There was a Young Lady who had difficulty in gaining admission into college after her high school. She had tried several times but failed over and over again, to the point her Dad got tired and vow not to spend anymore money on her academics again. So her Dad told her to learn handwork and she should forget about going to school. But this girl vowed that no matter what it will takes she will make sure she continues her education, so she started doing some extra works with the help of her Mom the

A TRUE LIFE STORY: What is she suppose to do?
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