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My introduction post about a chauffeur who drives and looks after two young kiddies.

It felt like a magnetic pull toward the unknown, yet we stayed back, stranded by the seashore. We spent our days hoping for a ship to pass, but the wait grew endless. Behind us, the forest breathed with

I have tried ignoring the awakened feelings I have for Bunmi, but it is like pouring water on a rock. My heart won't listen to my head. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband dearly, but our love is almost

A tense, nerve-wracking month crawled by, bleeding from the anxious heart of May into the oppressive, humid heat of mid-June in what would have been, in Arthur’s old life, the summer of 2028. Arthur Ainsworth,

Le Chevalier Curieux cherchait une pinte de cidre à insérer quelque part. C'était une entreprise assez particulière, pour ma femme et moi, mais pas pour le Chevalier, qui trouvait ça amusant. Honnêtement,

Monica suddenly lost balance after the news about her mother, she could no longer feel her legs. She leaned on the wall for support and slowly fell to the ground. She could barely breathe, and tears gently

Hello Everyone Welcome to my blog. I came across this vegetable plant that brought back memories and emotions. When I was little. Once the planting season starts, we could start planting crops in a place.

Here's the deal: Years ago, at this point, I began writing a story about a failed musician (I know, I know) who goes back to his home town feeling completely broken and depressed. The story, which became

Lekan and Samad were neighbors and not just neighbors but family friends as well. These two became close because Lekan’s birthday is on the second of August while Samad’s birthday happens on the fourth

Fear! The heavy burden. A weight so mighty that you weakens the soul. Your appearance makes the heart race and the mind quake. Just a thought of you, awakens the deepest emotions that one tries to hide

Image created by me using Canva "I've lived a good life. I can finally die without regrets.",These was the last sentence Jeanne heard before her eyelids fluttered open. It had all been a dream.

Welcome to our Literary Exhibition where reality meets the imagination, where young aspiring writers showcase their talent and passion for story writing. Reading is like living in a vast world beyond the

Photo Source I see the image of a skeleton wearing a hat and laying on top of mass amount of treasure in an isolated place. Here is my story on the image. Okwa Village became a very popular village as

It was a sweltering summertime, and no one expected a drop of rain or a flake of snow. To everyone's astonishment, the sky darkened rapidly. The weather swiftly shifted—clouds turned menacingly dark,

In a world traded in memories, one truth lights the path forward.

... and poems in audio stories, I share with you the first one I did lasts 2.5 minutes, I hope you like it. In Spanish with English subtitles. #story #audiostory #storytelling #storywriting