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Richie Kharis

FreeWriting

THE STORY BEHIND DIFFERENT RACES by Richie Kharis

Many times they act like they are holy sanctimonious And every day they pray, but still they can not tell the change Another day comes hate for them, love is an easy exchange Yet far away behind their eyes lies the truth that may be strange Which is the story of two beings with no reverence but difference.. They swear to hate and kill their conscience and they welcome ignorance One sees the other as toxic, and the other sees her acerbic Now we have two enemies that would never welcome amnesties

THE STORY BEHIND DIFFERENT RACES by Richie Kharis
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Shreeshyam

FreeWriting

"Love in the City of Dreams: A Mumbai Romance Story"

Chapter 1: Chance Encounter In the bustling streets of Mumbai, amidst the chaos of visitors and the cacophony of sounds, two strangers crossed paths. Rahul, a younger expert working in a multinational corporation, was once dashing to capture his teach domestic after a lengthy day at work. Simran, an aspiring actress, was once on her way to an audition for a TV show. Their eyes met for a quick moment, and it was once as if time stood still. Rahul used to be struck through Simran's radiant smile,

"Love in the City of Dreams: A Mumbai Romance Story"
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Dark side

FreeWriting

The dark

It's all about the war between the wizards of Hoods and the shadows.

The dark
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Earnest Hearts

FreeWriting

THE LOVE OF GOD

Let me not hide this truth, of happiness behind my minds, when everything is so peaceful, and have nothing to worry about, even if i cant fight for my own self, i know i have the love of God. Let me write this text you though you might not have noticed this love that never fades so strong that it never dies even in midest of enemies in that darkest room full of ants and scorpions this the love of God

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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

The Art of Love
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Vinyosah

FreeWriting

EMPATHY IN THE DIGITAL AGE-NAVIGATING ONLINE RELATIONSHIPS

In the rapidly evolving landscape of the digital age, where screens mediate our interactions, the essence of empathy becomes both crucial and challenging. Navigating online relationships requires a nuanced understanding of empathy and its manifestation in the virtual realm. As we delve into this subject, we explore the complexities, benefits, and potential pitfalls of fostering empathy in our digital interactions. Introduction In an era dominated by social media, messaging apps, and virtual conn

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Saint sailor

FreeWriting

In His Life, I'm Not the Female Protagonist

In a world of tales, where each heart's a book, A girl believed, with a hopeful look. That everyone's the lead in their own rhyme, She, too, the star in her own sweet time. Through life's story, she danced with glee, Her spirit waltzing, wild and free. She thought, "I'm the main, the shining one, In the story of life, I'm second to none." But one day, a twist, a plot untold, A love story with edges rough and bold. She glimpsed his eyes, a captivating sight, Yet, in his world, she was out of sigh

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Samwrites

FreeWriting

Death on the Seas - Contemporary Nigerian Poetry

The world is seen by some as a sea (of efforts, hope, rewards) and everyone is seen as a sailor. Some sail through while some fall. This is a tribute to all those that fell.

Death on the Seas - Contemporary Nigerian Poetry
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De Johnson

FreeWriting

The Haunted Heart

The Haunted Heart A Lament of Love Lost My heart is haunted by the ghost of you, The memories of what used to be, The pain of the love that I once knew, That has now been taken from me. The ghost of you lingers in my mind, It's a constant reminder of what I lack, The love that I once had to find, Is now just a distant memory in the past. The ghost of you haunts my dreams, The pain of the love that I once shared, The love that I thought was so real, Is now just a distant dream that I can't repair

The Haunted Heart
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Little Cosmologist

FreeWriting

The Star - little cosmologist

A brief, jerking summation of the young heart pining for love - and the bitter resentment that grows when her love goes unrequited. Note that her enmity is focused on this elusive 'her', and the lover himself is portrayed as gentle and giving - a gross overstatement, Ladies and Gentlemen. @little.cosmo

The Star - little cosmologist
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Kendo

FreeWriting

Story about a small village in ogun state Nigeria region of the earth.

Ilewo-orile was founded by Akinsale, a prince from Oyo. His younger brother (Ajiboye) founded Ibara-orile while each of their two sisters founded Iboro and Ilogun respectively. Iboro(Eyinni by name) was married and settled at Iboro but later turned to a river named (Olohun Odo) in Olohun village. There brothers and sisters were accompanied on their journey from Oyo by their mother, who later died at ILEWO-ORILE and was buried at Igbo-Oro. Akole-Koto was the first that settled when they were comi

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Busolami

FreeWriting

The contract

Nina's P.O.V "Hey Nina, are u still sleeping" I heard my little sis shouting at the door, that little devil is always a pain in my ass I am Nina Adams, I am the first born of my family, 22 years, I have a little sis called Daisy, she is my best friend and also my best enemy, you know why it's because she is a pain in my ass, the only stubborn girl in our family, some people do say she took after me but am not sure if it true We are not rich nor poor, my dad is a business man and he is doing real

The contract
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CBCorps

FreeWriting

My Hidden King (salute to all the Father)

Story of a great father who died in Cancer. A retired police officer who refuse further promotion because he's afraid to be assigned away from his family. Decided to retire early but hit by sickness. He didn't enjoy much of his retirement period. His plan to retire early just to be with his family was suddenly taken away from him. A model, a hero, a mentor, a king... Snappy salute to all the fathers...

My Hidden King (salute to all the Father)
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Faseeh

FreeWriting

From a Valley and Backyard to the Corridors of Power

With unwavering determination and a relentless pursuit of knowledge, Ali excelled in his studies. He dreamt of a future where he could make a difference on a grand scale

From a Valley and Backyard  to the Corridors of Power
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MD USHEN

FreeWriting

The Rat and the Rabbit

Once upon a time, in a lush and enchanting forest, two mighty creatures called Rat and Rabbit reigned over their respective territories. Rat, the cunning and quick-witted leader, had built an impressive network of tunnels and lairs, while Rabbit

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habu

FreeWriting

MA - The poem by habu

Mother is very valuable person in the whole world. In your bad time, no one will help you, there is no one care about you without your mother. So love your mother, care your mother because only she deserved it from you.Love your Other cause she aspects it from you in her every single time.

MA - The poem by habu
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Mike Ssendikwanawa

FreeWriting

YOU PAID THE PRICE

You Paid The Price

YOU PAID THE PRICE
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Ri Max

FreeWriting

The handw

The hand That touches Your nipples Ears Clitoris and toes Your highs and lows Gives you A leaning shoulder Puppy hugs hey you! Is the Same hand I understand That would Nail Jesus Ri Max

The handw
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Moescode

FreeWriting

A LETTER TO THE GIRL I LOVE

Is all about a young man Akim expressing his love to the girl who stole his heart Roseline in anticipation that maybe after receiving the letter she may all fall for him

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Nasim Ahammed

FreeWriting

The Wonderful Ending

They met each other without any fear or hesitation. Every day I used to see them meeting at the flower shop at the crossroads. I have been observing their activities with great interest since the first day I saw them. Both of them have a bag on their backs, and they are not very old, 16 or 17. Most likely, both of them are returning from coaching Center. On the way back, they meet this flower shop. The boy came a little earlier. He bought a rose for 15 taka; A folded 10 taka and a war-torn 5 ta

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