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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

THE BROTHER I PAID FOR

I am Derek, and if there is one lesson life has taught me, it is this: the deepest wounds are not caused by strangers. They are caused by people you would have bet

The hospital bed that changed my perspective

An image of me Of recent, I've been so sick and exhausted from things to do, and I had to take herbal treatment to at least subside the illness. Little did I know

Honesty Above All Else-(Esp. Ing)-Creative Ink The Well NonFiction-Prompt # 36

When Engels, my third son, was 20 years old, he began working at the VENETUR Hotel—formerly known as the Cumanagoto Hotel—located on San Luis Avenue, with a beautiful

THE LAST TEXT SHE NEVER SENT💔 ___FICTION

The message sat unfinished on her screen. Three words. "I miss you." Simple. Honest. Dangerous. Her thumb hovered over the send button while memories replayed

A Fatal Premonition-(Eng./Esp.)-The Ink Well-Creative Fiction Prompt # 35

In a country called Palenzuela, on the American continent, during the colonial era, where most of the inhabitants were of Indigenous descent, the economy was based

THE LAST TRAIN TICKET

She always bought two coffees. Even after he was gone. Maya did it for 214 mornings straight. One black, no sugar, the way Daniel drank it. One oat milk latte, extra

The Miracles of Disappointment

‎I left home this morning to look for a job, but what happened a few hours later left me completely dumbfounded.The bus I entered had five passengers, including

Is War Really Inevitable? (Fiction or Reality?)

I took some quotes from famous figures throughout history and wrote a story. This is not my usual style of writing. Let me know what you thinkk about it. Image is

Land by Maggie O'Farrell || "I have been everywhere and yet nowhere" || [Book Review]

When I finished this book, I just sat there. Genuinely couldn't move for a few minutes and I need you to understand why. The book opens in 1865, on the famine-scarred

Emeka And The Chronicles Of Burial Rice

Generated using OpenAI Emeka wasn't a man of remarkable stature. His size was what the local man would describe as "small stout". In fact, one time the

Dear Debbie by Freida McFadden || [Book Review]

Okay, sit down. Put your phone away — actually no, keep it, you might need to screenshot this — because I need to tell you about Dear Debbie by Freida McFadden and

The Invincible Weight We All Carry.

Over the years one thing I have come to realise is that every human being is carrying a weight the other person cannot see unless the one carrying the weight points