#creative-writing

At Merryridge High School, Hannah's three friends lived different lives from hers. She dropped her bag in the locker, and armed with her paper bag lunch, she walked into the lunch hall and witnessed an

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Welma looked forward to driving home from work with Laura every Tuesday and Thursday. Those were the days Laura closed at 6 p.m., same time as her. It took twenty-two minutes if the bridge was clear and

Just one tiny click and then a black screen reflected Harry's horrified face. His laptop died at 2:13 on a Thursday afternoon forty-seven minutes before a deadline that was supposed to cover his rent.

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Sipping my hot herbal tea, I squinted at my phone screen. My dating bio said “single but not available” and I nodded in satisfaction. I wrote it at 11 p.m. on a Sunday which is the only hour I had ever

On a gloomy day, the widow buried her three sons beneath the first rows of the orchard she had planted. She had begged the village head and elders for justice for her sons but no one listened. When she

“You know it's okay to miss her,” Bridgette René, my mother's best friend, said softly, a slight smile touching her lips as her eyes searched mine. I tore my gaze away from hers and nodded at an unfamiliar

Ilustración conceptual de Pancho y la Burriquita, creada con IA basada en mi relato original. 🇪🇸 Español En el salón de clases, los niños estaban reunidos alrededor de su maestra, con el corazón lleno

What if our world was monochrome and we saw in only black and white, no other colours? I had asked a friend this question in high school and he had jokingly hinted that there might be something a little

yesterday opus 5.5 dropped. it’s insane, it feels like grok4.6 did speed wise. it does not feel like an opus model, it feels more, much more. it’s letting my creativity and mind open up. i’m building all

I have not been able to post here on Hive for quite a while. I have been kind of busy, and I have not had time to make any music videos. At this point in time, I am at work, but just a bit less busy. The

I thought I was having a bad day until I met Laura at the restaurant across the street from my office. As I entered the five-star restaurant, I exhaled and pinched the bridge of my nose to hold back the

It takes me about fifteen minutes, give or take, to drive home from work. Today, I arrive within eight minutes. Yes, I am meticulous like that; every second of my life counts. You may wonder why I drive

From behind a tree some distance away, Chioma watched the open window of the maid’s room at the back of the mansion. She frowned. It was the same room she stayed in throughout her teenage years working

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Daniel hid behind a car parked away from Saint Monica's, his curly black hair sticking out from behind it, the only evidence that he was there. Sister Janice stood outside the main entrance, smiling politely

It was dawn and the air smelled of damp moss and something faintly sweet and calming. Dahlya stood at the edge of the wood, her brows furrowed as she admired the dewy leaves on a big old oak tree. It was

The Chapter Before Their leader, a tall man with glowing icy blue eyes, pointed his sword at her. He was young, broad-shouldered and dressed like a soldier. She gasped, remembering the masked man who pinned

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