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Image generated with Leonardo.ai Welcome to the Hive Creatives Magazine! What's it all about? The Ink Well curators are branching out! F...

Short John silver, the man who was too short to fly Source I can remember it clearly back then in the airforce we wore shorts and long ...

English Since he became aware, he dreamed of this golden hell, where rewards are given without much effort. Then he became the master ...

Image created in Artguru Everyone runs with all their might when they are in a hurry, racing toward the dream that moves their hearts be...

It felt just like yesterday, I mean the very first time I stood up on my feet to walk after being bedridden for months. It was with the a...

GENERATED USING META AI Success was never loud for me. I considered it fulfilling purpose, and being happy and having a sense of achievem...

Even the stars seemed to hold their breath when he went down on one knee. I thought, t𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴. And it did.....

Photo Album It sits on a shelf, all by itself, and contains too much for one to comprehend, too much to experience at once, too much to ...

─── ❖ ── ✦ ── ❖ ─── 📸 https://muryou-aigazou.com/es ✦Highs and lows ✦ Another morning in the city, another foggy morning that faded into...

Greetings all My posting is everywhere at the moment, so please bear with me as I try to get back on track! I gave an extra long post to...

Ode To An Editor Damn it all to hell! How dare you re-write my words! Oh how important I sound. How idealistic. Oh what an ass I am maki...

One thing that is very certain about life is that there will be highs and lows; there will be days when you feel on top of the world and ...

Life beats like a talking drum, its double faced rhythm echoing every twist and turn. Just as the dùndún can whisper a lullaby and roar ...

Source: Riverbum on Pixabay Welcome to the Weekly Writing Prompt from The Ink Well IMPORTANT: We are now providing one weekly writing pr...

When I arrived at Aunt Gladys' house I had the clothes on my back, and nothing more. She made a bed up for me and my sister Dawn in the ...

I always felt like my parents talked too much. They always have some of word of advice to throw in my face whenever I try to do somethin...

Alone I met a young man waiting for a bus. He was standing behind me. He was friendly. He wanted to talk. We talked. He was an accountin...

Life often hands us moments when people walk away.friends drift, relationships end, colleague move on. In those quiet exits, it’s easy t...

Welcome to the next in an ongoing series of writing prompts in the Worldbuilding community ! I'm aiming to post one of these each Sunday....

Fictive Fever Caravaggio, Caravaggio, not your name but the town where you were born, Michelangelo Merisi, Your art blessed with climax,...

─── ❖ ── ✦ ── ❖ ─── ✦ Hero ✦ 📸https://muryou-aigazou.com/es It was an ordinary morning, like every November morning in the city. Nothing...

Image designed in Canva with AI People who risk their lives to save others perform the greatest act of courage. And the consequences of ...

All pictures Generated using Gemini As a kid, I've always seen my father as a strong man. A man who feared nothing. Maybe because of the...

Good day everyone, welcome to my blog. It was hamatan season in 1997, as usual the radio and television stations had started warning abou...

source Although each continent and family has different significances, structures, and patterns that they evolved with as human interact...

[Source](https://pixabay.com/photos/a-woman-in-business-mom-2773023) Mrs Roselyn, my next door neighbour, was my hero. Her courage, brave...

It had been two hours, and Diane and Eli had not blinked their eyes away from the frail woman who lay unconscious on the bed. They say he...

“Mummy is calling you,” the voice said. Bassey couldn't decipher whose voice it was. His younger sibling and the oldest seem to have ide...

Image generated with Leonardo.ai Welcome to the Hive Creatives Magazine! What's it all about? The Ink Well curators are branching out! F...

Anderson considers Cristian his hero. In the city of Cumaná, Venezuela, in the Barrio Bolivariano neighborhood, on a hill very close to t...