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

Weekly short story prompt from The Ink Well

The morning after his last night party was when he realized his friends are just making fun of him. John was the only child of a wealthy family; his parents always granted any of his wishes without a second

The factory on the edge of town didn’t make ordinary concrete blocks. At first glance it looked like any other yard: gray dust on the ground, pallets stacked high, the hum of the mixer in the mornings.

A LOVE STORY THAT BEGAN WITH HOPE ENDED WITH A BROKEN HEART, BUT BECOME A LIFE LESSON. 💔

The morning after the robbery the entire street felt really quiet. Normally by 7 a.m. traders would have already be shouting prices , buses would be on the road , children would be running around getting

Image source: The rain had fallen through out the night, drumming on the roof of Angela's house on the outskirt of Nsukka. She barely noticed it was raining, he

The morning after always has a funny way of making you see things differently, sometimes you wake up smiling because yesterday went exactly as planned, other times, you wake up wishing you could rewind

The phone was silent throughout the night, and somehow, it was louder than all their fights. Tunde woke up to the quiet.The first thing he noticed when he woke up, was the silence. He didn't have any

The morning after always feels different.like you will filled with guilt nd then battling with you being nervous It doesn't matter whether the previous day ended with laughter, excitement, disappointment,

Greetings Readers! I hope that you are all very well. We are settling into the new house, but we are getting new furniture from father-in-law's house on Sunday, just as we managed to pack out most of our

Mara found the ink well on a rainy Tuesday, tucked behind the loose brick in the back room of the community library. It wasn’t a fountain or a pen. It was a small ceramic bowl, glazed blue, with a silver

"Don't believe him," the little girl whispered. "He's about to lie." The people in the marketplace laughed. How could a twelve-year-old girl possibly know what someone was going to

One of the systems that is always looking for ways and means to stress people in the system is the Nigerian university system. It is a system that knows a way that can make things easier, better, and easily

My father made maps that were technically wrong. He didn’t put in roads or street names. He drew the city the way people remembered it. Here was the mango tree where I fell and learned to ride a bike.

This post was (very loosely) inspired by a writing prompt in the Worldbuilding Community - Worldbuilding Prompt #1106 - Living Arrangements It is also part 2 of a series which might just be a few episodes

They've been digging the floor underneath their bed in the prison for over ninety days now; guess what? Neither of them knew they had been looking forward to seeing each other for over twenty-five years.

Every morning at 6:42 AM, an old man sat in the last seat by the window on the bus. He never talked. Just held a paper bag and got off at the hospital stop. Aisha saw him for 8 months straight on her way

source The environment was as colorful as a rainbow as people gathered together in this joyous event. It is the year's alumni gathering and the event is more than just a meeting of former and current students.