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Sumaira
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I am a student and a part-time freelancer. My dream is became a collector.
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2023-04-24 11:33
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The Ink Well
1y
The Locked Diary
The smell of the attic was a combination of stale summers and sunbeams full of dust particles. Maya would wipe her forehead and at that point in time she was going through numerous of her grandmother’s
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The Ink Well
1y
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Drawn to Life
As he counted, the ceiling fan was making some clicks for each spin. To be precise it had made thirty-three clicks and completed eleven rotations; this meant that the blades were once again not evenly
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The Ink Well
1y
Published via Ecency
The Straw That Wasn't
Source Image The kitchen felt very small and suffocating to Mara. Five individuals were gathered closely beside each other at her little oak table, and none of them were looking at each other. On top of
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The Ink Well
1y
Published via Ecency
The Fool's Gold of Hope
Image by Pexels from Pixabay Liza couldn’t hold the paper properly because she was shaking. It was another refusal letter; the seventh so far in a month. Again, her research proposal had been found “too
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The Ink Well
2y
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Ink and Inspiration
Source Maya looked at herself in the broken mirror's reflection. The visible ebony circles indicated that she had been awake all night. She found it difficult to accept that she looked in the mirror and
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The Ink Well
2y
Published via Ecency
The Student's Struggle
Jasmine forehead glistened with perspiration as she stared intently at the exam paper. The formulas and equations melded into an indecipherable blur. Her mind resembled a tightly coiled spring
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The Ink Well
2y
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The Ring
Aisha ran her thumb over the ancient bronze ring, tracing the intricate whorls and mysterious symbols etched into the metal. She had spent years pursuing this artifact, following faded maps and
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The Ink Well
2y
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The Pickled Path to Love
Brine Street had been Vinny Koslov's pickle kingdom for nearly 20 years. His family's small batch, barrel-cured dill pickles were the pride of the neighborhood - a tart, crispy, garlic-and-dill studde
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The Ink Well
3y
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The Power of Dreams
Mara opened her eyes languidly and allowed them to get used to the glimmering azure dimness that lay everywhere around her. It was the Dream Realm again, a magical place accessible only by dreaming.
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The Ink Well
3y
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Safe in the Storm
source Sarah stared out the rain-streaked car window as her mom drove down the narrow wooded road. The trees bent and danced in the stormy wind. "Are you sure we're going the right way?" Sarah
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The Ink Well
3y
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The Silent Guardian
source The midwife placed the crying newborn into his mother's arms. "It's a boy," she said softly. The baby's wails quieted as he nestled against his mother's breast, comforted by her familiar
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The Ink Well
3y
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The Intuitive Odyssey
The pale moonlight filtered through the lace curtains, casting shadows across Elise's bedroom walls. She lay awake, her mind drifting amidst fragmentary dreams. Something felt off tonight, an intimati
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The Ink Well
3y
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The Crushed Crayons
"Uh oh," Marcus muttered under his breath as he stared down at the mess on the floor. His sister Amy's prized 64-crayon box lay crushed and scattered across the beige carpet. Reds, blues, greens - all
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The Ink Well
3y
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Unforgettable Arrival
source The rumbling of the train on the tracks pierced the silence of the night. Sarah peered out the foggy window, watching the dark countryside roll past in a blur. She clutched her worn leather suitcase
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The Ink Well
3y
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The City of Nomads
Perched atop the cliffs. I watched the city approach. Its sprawling mass of stone and metal crawled across the desert, propelled by countless mechanical legs. Plumes of steam rose from its engines as
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The Ink Well
3y
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The Old Clock Tower : Halloween night
source The bells of the old clock tower rang out twelve times, signaling the arrival of midnight on Halloween night. I shivered as a cold breeze swept through the empty street, stirring up leaves and sending
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The Ink Well
3y
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The Masks We Wear
The first time I saw her, she took my breath away. Long black hair cascaded over slender shoulders left bare by a sleeveless white dress. Her eyes sparkled emerald in the dim light of...
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The Ink Well
3y
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The Old Man and the Sea
The early morning sun peeked through the cracks of the worn wooden shutters, casting slivers of light across the sparsely furnished room. An old man slept fitfully on a thin mattress in the corner, his
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The Ink Well
3y
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The Scent of Home
That familiar smell welcomed me home the moment I opened the front door after school - mom's freshly baked bread. I inhaled deeply, comforted by the familiar smell. My mom's homemade bread was...
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The Ink Well
3y
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Thе Enigma of Eclipsia Manor
In thе hеart of thе dеnsе, mist-covеrеd woods, nеstlеd on thе outskirts of a forgottеn villagе, stood thе ееriе Eclipsia Manor. Thе manor had a rеputation that sеnt shivеrs down thе spinеs of еvеn ...
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