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The Ink Well
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The Hive Creatives Magazine From The Inkwell Curators - Issue #49
The Hive Creatives Magazine From The Inkwell Curators - Issue #49
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
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theinkwell
The Ink Well
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The Inkwell Combined Writing Prompt #49 ~ Fiction or Creative Nonfiction
The Inkwell Combined Writing Prompt #49 ~ Fiction or Creative Nonfiction
Weekly short story prompt from The Ink Well
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rosemaryekeh
The Ink Well
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The Garden which drew Attention
The Garden which drew Attention
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
dlmmqb
Hive Learners
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The Mask of Honor: How Misplaced Pride Continues to Claim Innocent Lives
The Mask of Honor: How Misplaced Pride Continues to Claim Innocent Lives
How a monster named honor claims innocent lives and why society must finally break its deadly silence.
zubygeee
The Ink Well
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Insurance Grim Reaper
Insurance Grim Reaper
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,
cruciform
The Ink Well
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Stuck In The Elevator (Five…Four…Three...)
Stuck In The Elevator (Five…Four…Three...)
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
neotopher
The Ink Well
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A NEW CHANCE AT LIFE | FICTION | (EN-ES)
A NEW CHANCE AT LIFE | FICTION | (EN-ES)
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
patricia15
The Ink Well
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Couples Power
Couples Power
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
sandef
The Ink Well
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Rich on Paper
Rich on Paper
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
bbscribe94
The Ink Well
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The last day that felt like a dream... Inkwell writing prompt #49
The last day that felt like a dream... Inkwell writing prompt #49
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
cecilia1
The Ink Well
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Until we meet again
Until we meet again
Life, they say, is unpredictable. Things can change so quickly, either for good or for bad. So many things happen without warning, and one can never be completely certain about what the next moment holds.
patience37
The Ink Well
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From Delay to Success
From Delay to Success
‎Samuel spent three years at home after graduating from secondary school. And he thought that time wasted was a decrease in his life, not knowing that it was his biggest achievement. ‎ ‎Image source ‎When
sanjeevm
The Ink Well
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The last normal day before change
The last normal day before change
The Invisible Line: When "Normal" Becomes a Luxury Every lifetime is quietly divided into two eras: the vast, comfortable "before" and the sharp, unpredictable "after." For
mmam
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The Last Normal Day
The Last Normal Day
None of us knew we were watching my father live out his last ordinary week. It looked too much like every other week to raise any alarm. My father was an electrician. Not the kind with a big shop or a
offia66
The Ink Well
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CNF: Chaos behind the scenes, love in public
CNF: Chaos behind the scenes, love in public
My elder sister used to be my worst enemy. Growing up we were more than just enemies; she was a cat and I a rat. We don't go in a sane way at all. We are never in agreement, and we argue about the smallest
rammargarita
The Ink Well
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Stepping Out from Behind the Scenes-(ESP.ING.) -Creative Fiction-The Ink Well Prompt # 48
Stepping Out from Behind the Scenes-(ESP.ING.) -Creative Fiction-The Ink Well Prompt # 48
She lives with her parents in the city of Puerto Cabello, Rosario has been very outgoing since childhood; she attended elementary and middle school with many neighbors from her community, but her best
rammargarita
The Ink Well
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Stepping Out from Behind the Scenes-(ESP.ING.) -Creative Fiction-The Ink Well Prompt # 48
Stepping Out from Behind the Scenes-(ESP.ING.) -Creative Fiction-The Ink Well Prompt # 48
She lives with her parents in the city of Puerto Cabello, Rosario has been very outgoing since childhood; she attended elementary and middle school with many neighbors from her community, but her best
popurri
The Ink Well
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The Other Side of Lomas Verdes (Eng/Esp)
The Other Side of Lomas Verdes (Eng/Esp)
source After the birth of our second child, my husband Juan died in a work-related accident. So far, only his mother had come to visit us in the city. My husband’s family was from a mountainous region,
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The Ink Well
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The Stranger in the Family Photo
The Stranger in the Family Photo
Nadia loved watching old photographs. Her grandmother have dumped many of old photos in a wooden box under her bed space. Some of the photos carries memory of birthdays, wedding celebration and the family
mmam
The Ink Well
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The Smell Of Rain
The Smell Of Rain
Ngozi knew her grandmother was dying by the way the old woman's hands had stopped moving. For seventy-three years, Mama Adaeze's hands had never rested. They had pounded yam in the mortar until her knuckles

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