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2 days ago
The Ink Well
Not every promise lasts forever
Ada loved promises . Not because they were always true, but because of how beautiful it sounded when spoken by someone you trusted. Ad
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7 months ago
The MINIMALIST
The beauty of minimalism: my path to a more meaningful life
Lately, I have been thinking and asking myself what truly makes life feel calm, meaningful, and free. For me, a simple, minimalist life is not about having a perfe
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8 months ago
The Ink Well
The art of self- expression
Lucy was known in her neighborhood for one thing: her style. It was not that she wore the most expensive clothes-no, far from it.in fact, most of her dress cams from secondhand
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8 months ago
The Ink Well
Coming home
Daniel haven't returned to his hometown in almost ten years. The last time he left, it was with a small suitcase and a heart full of ambition. He had promised himself he'd only…
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8 months ago
The Ink Well
Reunited
Chiamaka always felt there's something missing in her life, she have always longed to have a sister but she wasn't seeing the possibility so she lived her life with that hole in
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8 months ago
The Ink Well
Conquering fear
Fear has a way of staying inside ada like a permanent tenant, quite but heavy, refusing to leave, it was not just any fear but that bridge. The wooden bridge have stood over t
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8 months ago
NeedleWorkMonday
A customized surprise for my favorite cousin
Good day all, how was your weekend, hope it was good, mine was great. I want to share with you the t-shirt I made for my cousin and I. I was looking for what to sew for th
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9 months ago
The Ink Well
Joy in unexpected place
It was a very hot saturday afternoon, the sun was up in the sky, blessing the day with it's hotness, the house was empty and the company
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9 months ago
The Ink Well
Trapped in fear
It was a warm wednesday afternoon, that period when smells of fresh bread oozing out from the bakery fills the air , a boy of about 17 yea
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9 months ago
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Blessing's triumph
Blessing sat on the chair outside their school premises, biting her nails. Her eyes were fixed on the notice board where the results would be posted. She had written her final w
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