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The air was thick with tension and the restrained annoyance of my father as he stalked around his study, a glass of whiskey at hand and his jaw clenched. The familiar dark hair of his that Keyleth had

“I'm aware of that.” His lips curved down dangerously as he threw the dagger up once more and caught it seconds before it stabbed him. I cocked an eyebrow at him, reaching out to yank the sharp objects

"okay tommorow then.." "Stop!!" Adanma walk toward her husband who just finished talking to his lawyer on the phone "What do you think you are doing? file a divorce?" She

Hey everyone. I'm Winnie. I'm from Nigeria. And i love to write... sometimes poetry. Lol. Not really poetry though. I mostly write about my state of mind which normally translates to insightful pieces...

Image credit Ever wondered what the back story is of characters in books? Or wondered if they should have a story of their own? I have so many times. When you write your own books and stories you fall