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Welcome to the next in an ongoing series of writing prompts in the Worldbuilding community ! I'm aiming to post one of these each Sunday. They aren't a replacement for the excellent daily prompts from

Image generated with Leonardo.ai Welcome to the Hive Creatives Magazine! What's it all about? The Ink Well curators are branching out! For years we have been curating the fiction and creative nonfiction

Hello Here, One luxury I know that gets too much Credit is Fancy Restaurants, those kinds where you book a Table in Avance for, and then you dress up big like you have a very important place to be at,

Canva IA I woke up this morning with the sun’s rays streaming through my window. It was still cold, though, so I curled up under the sheets. I didn’t want to get up, even though my phone’s alarm had already

‎Jack grew up in a poor neighbourhood with his mother. His father had died when he was very young, so his mother was the only family he had. Life was difficult, but Jack was smart and hardworking. He often

Image Credit: Meta AI Supply bucket handles rests on my arms, I survey the exterior of my AM house layered under the vacuum and mop on top of the buckets. I am a monstrosity. Good mornings are exchanged

By seven o’clock that morning, the town of Abeni was already awake... The smell of akara floated through the narrow streets while Buses groaned as they struggled to start... Children in blue uniforms hurried

The morning began like any other.... At exactly 6:45 a.m., Daniel’s alarm rang from beneath his pillow. He slapped the phone twice before finally finding it. The room was still dark and the fan above him

Growing up in the northern part of my country, where the harmattan breeze from the Sahara Desert is experienced more and more harshly, we were made to believe that it is one of the leading causes of fire

source “Wake up, sleeping head,” I heard from Dreamland, like a sound coming from the gong. I grinned as I shook my head and hissed, looking at the person who woke me up from this beautiful sleep. “ It

The first time I met Uncle Femi, he came as a savior. Even though I didn't want to accept his kind gesture at first, and that is due to how insecure the country is. One needs to be very, very careful.

‎Laila—that is what the villagers called her. Her full name was Laila Jamilah, though she was more familiarly known simply as Laila. She possessed a stunningly beautiful face; her cheeks held a natural

Paula keeps a garden. It's not a garden in the normal sense, with a few flower beds and a lawn. This one takes up half of a large space. The envy of the neighborhood, she's quite certain. Dahlias and roses

The last normal day began with rain. It was the kind of quiet morning nobody remembers until years later, when every ordinary detail suddenly becomes important. Amaka made breakfast for her husband, Daniel,

How a monster named honor claims innocent lives and why society must finally break its deadly silence.

It was the usual routine every day. They would exchange glances on the train, through the city and in the elevator to their different offices, where they would click away at their desks before repeating

Hello and welcome to my blog. I am Patricia Samuel, and it is my pleasure to share my first post in this community. This actually comes at the right time because I just finished telling my students these

Image created in Artguru The words flowed like water from a hose sometimes, but most of the time there were no words at all, leaving the document page blank for hours. Writer’s block was like an illness

At exactly 7:03 a.m., Nigerians woke up rich, sounds crazy right? but yep, one of the poorest countries in the world and had the most corrupt politicians whom hoarded huge wads of cash, suddenly everyone

Image generated with Ai Are you sure we are actually leaving? I looked at Mfon and laughed while listening to her “You have asked me this question since morning.” I replied “I know,” she said, looking