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Lara

FreeWriting

Love poem

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

Love poem
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Trey_thee_poet

FreeWriting

Puppet

Your beauty bewitched me, Just like a moth drawn to a flame, You pulled me and I couldn't resist And just like a puppet You made me dance to your rhythm I was a hopeless romantic A slave to your love

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Often

FreeWriting

A poor boy and rich girl

Olive was a 15-year-old boy who lived in a small town in the outskirts of the city. He lived with his mother in a one-room apartment and helped her sell fruits and vegetables on the streets to make ends meet. Olive had always been a hardworking boy, but he had to drop out of school to help his mother with the business. Despite his circumstances, Olive was a cheerful boy who always tried to find joy in the little things in life. He loved playing football with his friends and dreaming of a better

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Ezra Bature

FreeWriting

My Story of Northern Nigeria

My Story of Nigeria.... Inflation rate high Regionalism become noxious Life's expensive in the South Ritualist in the East Fraudsters in the West Poverty in the North My Story of North... Bandit and kidnappers on the highway, No free road to ride without a raid, Demand for ransom, Only with currency, People's clamored, government worldless Media houses turn to medium of segregation, Social media turn to social division.. My story of North..... Life without liberty Sleepless nights to the masses

My Story of Northern Nigeria
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Nick ondieki

FreeWriting

GARANG KUOL'S STORY

Garang Kuol’s story is truly remarkable

GARANG KUOL'S STORY
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Awet Photography

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Journey to ........

Journey to ........
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Nick ondieki

FreeWriting

FICTIONAL STORY (READ FOR FUN)

My Girlfriend and I have been dating for at least Three years now. Although we are no more kids, I am 30 while she is 27 years old. We somehow decided to get married after she suddenly claim she is four weeks gone(pregnant) she insisted on not aborting after many hours of persuading her. I was just a low salary earner earning ₦15,000 monthly. On her accolades we agreed to meet her parent who were unknown to me. We set for the Journey without me informing any of my family members nor close relati

FICTIONAL STORY (READ FOR FUN)
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James

FreeWriting

The Lighting Storm

Quite some time in the past, both Lightning storm lived among individuals on this planet. Thunder was a mother sheep and Lightning was her child, a smash. Neither one of the ones was exceptionally well known with individuals, for when someone insulted Lightning, he would fly into an irate fury and start consuming anything he ran over. This frequently included cottages and corn containers, and, surprisingly, enormous trees. In some cases he harmed crops on the homesteads with his fire, and sporad

The Lighting Storm
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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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Guest

FreeImage

Sad poetry

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Sad poetry

Shah56

FreeImage

Story of poor little girl

“The Poor Little Girl” is one of the outstanding stories of the first biannual International Short Story Contest 2017 written by Rachel Wilhelm, USA. The Poor Little Girl One freezing cold New Year’s Eve, a little girl roamed the dark streets. She wore no hat, no mittens, no coat, she only wore torn rags. She also had no name so she called herself Pat, short for Patricia. Pat stood, staring through a window of a big house and watched as people danced and sang and ate roasted turkey. Then suddenly she ran “home“, which was between two buildings, with tears streaming down her cheeks. Why did she have to be who she was? Why couldn’t she have all the rich food that she wanted? But she couldn’t answer these questions, so she just cried to herself. The next morning the sun came up through the mountains and spread its colors over the land but the fog was too thick and only let a dim light through. Pat stood up and started walking towards the streets to do her rounds of begging for spare pe

Story of poor little girl
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Poppy

FreeWriting

A FUNNY STORY

Just for fun

A FUNNY STORY
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Shakes pen

FreeWriting

ADULTHOOD

Adulthood is a poem that tells about adulthood experience

ADULTHOOD
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Laraibhayatkhan

FreeWriting

Covid-19 pendemic and mental health

All through the world, the general population is being educated with regards to the actual impacts of SARS‐CoV‐2 contamination and steps to take to forestall openness to the Covid and oversee indications of COVID‐19 in the event that they show up.

Covid-19 pendemic and mental health
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Kwealth Tv

FreeWriting

JOURNAL OF A WHORE

It was on a bright weekend early afternoon. As I remained there ringing the doorbell tenderly, somebody pulled my pants. "Mom, mom, convey me." Cried a minuscule sharp voice. I really wanted no heavenly messenger to let me know what its identity was. Obviously, it was the voice of my three years of age little girl. If by some stroke of good luck she knew how chaotic it was lifting her up as she had put on a ton of weight as of late. Perhaps more than her age mates however at that point, a mother's affection wouldn't allow me to overlook the little one, regardless of whether I needed to. "Great sky," I murmured, feigned exacerbation, and scooped her up in my arms.

JOURNAL OF A WHORE
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Waseem Manzoor

FreeWriting

Jon's love story.

Once upon a time, there was a man named Jon. He had always been a bit of a loner, preferring books to people, and had never thought much about love. But that all changed one day when he met a woman named Sarah. Jon was sitting in his favorite coffee shop, lost in a book, when Sarah walked in. She was beautiful, with long brown hair and bright blue eyes. Jon couldn't help but stare at her, but he was too shy to say anything. Sarah noticed Jon looking at her and smiled. She walked over and introdu

Jon's love story.
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Ndubisi

FreeWriting

A Positive Change Through Help

It's a short story which aim to inspire and encourage is to help people who are in need which might indirectly lead us to our destiny helpers.

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Amaka

FreeWriting

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

Woodenheaded Johnny.
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Piks king

FreeWriting

Kahlil Gibran's Words About Life

Hope it is useful. Thank you

Kahlil Gibran's Words About Life
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Prabhakar Tiwari

FreeWriting

ENTERNAL RING

A young couple, Karen and John, prove their love for each other when Karen saves up for months to buy John a unique and beautiful ring to signify their eternal love.

ENTERNAL RING
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