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When Instincts Proved Right

Everyone, I have a good news" chief okafor announced with a smile as he laid his spoon beside his plate. His wife ngozi looked at him curiously. "You look happier

And Now, We Wait

The manuscript for my upcoming book, Walking With The Muse has officially been handed off to the book designer today! These past few weeks have been wonderfully

"THE CHAIR"THAT BECAME MY STUDIO

Some chairs are just for sitting. But this particular chair in my sister's house became my photography studio. Last year, my birthday wasn't going the way I had

She has an angel who always protects her(Esp. Ing)-Creative NonFiction The Ink Well Prompt #40

In the town of Macuro, Valdez Municipality, Sucre State, Venezuela, in the early 2000s, facing this beach with its pink sand, where the sun warmly embraces her with

The Whisper Between Worlds

For as long as anyone could remember, Mara had a strange gift. Whenever someone dies without saying goodbye to the ones they loved, Mara will hear the voice they

Los Dichosos #25: El Novato [ES]

Por Maldon Bensen (Créditos: Imagen de apoyo creada con Gemini AI) ****Puerto de Raburi-8.**** Atada con varios cables oxidados al extremo del espigón de microgravedad

THE KITCHEN LIGHT

By the time Tayo was 17, he thought he understood how a house worked. His parents left at 7:20am and came back at 7:40pm. His little brother, Kemi, age 9, had football

The Block Factory That Learned to Listen

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 Last Page of the Ink Well

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

The Mapmaker’s Daughter

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

Roots And Thorns .

The phone buzzed on the table for minutes, coming with curiosity, she picked. "Baby, the voice said, warm and sure. "Have you told your mom yet?"

Her happiness was short-lived.(Esp. Ing)-Creative NonFiction The ink well Prompt #39

After finishing my studies in the 1970s, I began working at the Colegio República Argentina as a library assistant. By then, I was already married. There, I became

INVADING PRIVACY IN A DIGITAL WORLD

Hello everyone, you're welcome to my blog today. Nobody deserves to have their private moments turned into entertainment for strangers on the internet. Unfortunately,

Suspicion led them to sin.(Esp. Ing)-Creative Fiction The Ink Well-Prompt # 38

By 1965, in the town of San Antonio del Golfo (Sucre State, Venezuela), many homes built by the local inhabitants were constructed using bahareque (wattle and daub).

WHAT DO PEOPLE LOOK FORWARD TO SEEING IN A RESPONSIBLE WOMAN

Hello everyone, you’re welcome to my blog. Having grown up in an environment where some people reduced women to nothing more than cleaning and child-bearing tools,

THE INK REMAINS

source; Our friendship started when we were little, when we barely knew what the world was like or how to recite the alphabet. Our moms were best friends, so

A year tour

Chidi did not plan a year tour. He planned “two weeks to find myself.” Then his return ticket expired, his wallet said “yolo,” and his mom said “don’t come back

Father and son

Mr. Bello was 47, owned a barbershop in Ilishan, and had one philosophy: “A man must be respected.” His son, Tobi, was 19, owned zero responsibilities, and had one

Signs in the sky, disasters on earth-(Esp. Ing)-Creative Ink The Well NonFiction-Prompt # 37

When I was a child, we lived in a very modest house with a very leafy and quite tall guava tree in the backyard, along with my mother, my grandmother, and my four

One bar of signal

One bar of signal The very first time Ada successfully received a message, she nearly fell down from the rocky mountain she always stood on while trying to receive