#shortstoryUnmoderated tagAll postsTrending CommunitiesWorldmappinSplinterlandsHIVE CN 中文社区ActifitPhotography LoversHive FoodLeoFinanceEcencyBlack And WhiteHive LearnersHive GamingGEMSExplore Communities...#shortstoryTrendingHotNewPayoutsMutedrinconpoetico7 (71)in The Ink Well • 15 hours agoFiction: Tiger (Tigre) [EN/ES]English Tiger “I don’t feel like going out; I just want to stay home and sleep. I’ve had a long, tiring day—maybe another time.” Arnold was lying on the leather sofa.…rammargarita (66)in The Ink Well • 16 hours agoHer happiness was short-lived.(Esp. Ing)-Creative NonFiction The ink well Prompt #39 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 view of the sea, vast and crystal-clear,layac13 (72)in Freewriters • 17 hours agoMensaje diario de 5 minutos: sigo viviendo con eso / 5 Minute Freewrite: still living with that Imagen Recuerdo El camino de la vida deja en cada persona una experiencia diferente, se muestra con distintos paisajes y la vivencia es muy…layac13 (72)in Freewriters • 2 days agoMensaje diario de 5 minutos: ¡No soy tu criada! / 5 Minute Freewrite: I’m not your maid! Imagen Soy tu esposa A medida que ha avanzado todo en el mundo los cambios son notables en muchos aspectos, solo que algunas personas se niegan…rinconpoetico7 (71)in The Ink Well • 6 days agoFiction: Suspicions (Sospechas) [EN/ES]English Suspicions “William, what time was the body found?” Detective Rose was examining the crime scene closely. “The neighbors called at midnight, reporting loud…layac13 (72)in Freewriters • 5 days agoMensaje diario de 5 minutos: no refleja la realidad / 5 Minute Freewrite: not representative of the facts Imagen Ilusión En ocasiones las personas experimentan situaciones desafortunadas que no pueden predecir; es evidente que ninguno quiere sufrir…amystories (54)in The Ink Well • 11 hours agoThe Man Who Cried Hardest at My Father's Funeral Wasn't Family The Man Who Cried Hardest at My Father's Funeral Wasn't Family The first man to break down in tears in front of my father's casket was a man no one could recognize. He caught my attention as he stumbledrammargarita (66)in The Ink Well • 7 days agoSuspicion led them to sin.(Esp. Ing)-Creative Fiction The Ink Well-Prompt # 38When 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 view of the sea, vast and crystal-clear,saulos (73)in Spooky Zone • 6 days agoUn solo angelEl testimonio A través del cristal roto del vehículo ví un ser de dos cabezas, dos brazos, cuatro piernas y cuatro ojos mirando en las cuatro direcciones, su presencia daba…
