#creative-writingUnmoderated tagAll postsTrending CommunitiesSplinterlandsHIVE CN 中文社区WorldmappinBlack And WhiteScrobble.lifeSnapsPhotography LoversActifitHive LearnersGEMSHive FoodLiketuExplore Communities...#creative-writingTrendingHotNewPayoutsMutedkemmyb (74)in Freewriters • 11 hours agoThey Found It In The MarshThe evening bells of Atehar had rung an hour ago yet the market square still teemed with people going and coming, lantern smoke and gossip. I pulled my hood lower and made my way…kemmyb (74)in Freewriters • 3 days agoDon't Pick Up That Knife!Arike wished the electric stove would work faster like the speed of light and cook the jollof rice within minutes. Her brother, Bayode, hovered by the door impatiently, sighing…amigoponc (70)in Top Family • 22 hours ago[Esp./Eng.] De tin Marín..., del cristal al metal o el dilema de una taza de café sin alma. || Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe... From Glass to Steel, or the Dilemma of a Soulless Cup of Coffee.Concurso Observa Piensa Escribe: Una imagen, una historia, mil formas de interpretación… // Observe, Think, Write Contest: One image, one story, a thousand ways to interpret it…amigoponc (70)in Top Family • 4 days ago[Esp./Eng.] Microjardines minimalistas. || Minimalist Micro-gardens.Concurso Observa Piensa Escribe: Una imagen, una historia, mil formas de interpretación… // Observe, Think, Write Contest: One image, one story, a thousand ways to interpret it…amigoponc (70)in Top Family • 2 days ago[Esp./Eng.] Sin brazos, pero con el mundo a sus pies. || Armless, but with the World at Her Feet.Concurso TBT: Detrás de una foto se esconde un mágico recuerdo… O una pesadilla…, pero hoy es una bendición. … // Throwback Thursday Contest: Behind every photo lies a magical memory… or a nightmare…kemmyb (74)in Freewriters • 5 days agoUnder The Rainbow You might need to read Just One More Kilometre to understand this short story better. FATIMA'S POV I have been in this palace for three seasons and have learned that…kemmyb (74)in Freewriters • 6 days agoJust One More KilometreFatima packed her small sackbag and left on a Tuesday when the rice was green and the mud still smelled of rain. My heart was heavy as she stood at the edge of our compound…
