* Being a writer is riveting. Simple as that. I find nothing more enthralling than people who can sit down and imagine worlds that do not exist and create people that do not exist and paint them as if

The story below is a fictionalized account of a not-so-great moment in the life of my school, Kwame Nkrumah University of Science and Technology where students' demonstration to hit home their interests,

This is just an experience many freshmen have at the university. Except it has been tinged with a bit of fiction and creativity. It's my way of saying that I AM BACK! * It is a sound you cannot describe

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Its massive screen is beautiful, but has it lost some of the charm that made the iPhone X so good? The super-sized screen certainly is mind-blowing but how will people with small hands handle the

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Africa has the highest poverty rate in the world. Indeed, there are no words to smother the poverty-ridden nature of the continent. However in this post, we learn that with conscious efforts aimed at uprooting

One of the most daunting tasks in writing is descriptive writing. How deftly you are able to describe your characters goes a long way to captivating your readers as much giving them an insight into your

Hello steemians, I am back again! Okay hold your applause coz I want to introduce something to you before I forget sha. So we all know that there are a lot of things that need to be written but we cant

** She bolted up awake. Her heart was pounding violently in her chest. Her sweat glands were ferociously at work such that beads of sweat assaulted her forehead. She ran the back of her hand across forehead

Bodies….darkness….light….darkness again….voices…a human’s face. Or was it an alien’s? FRANK drifted in and out of consciousness. One moment he could hear voices in the distance, and then a human eye bore

GENRE : FLASH FICTION WORD COUNT : 668 AUTHOR: @khojo She was lithe and graceful. She was tall with chestnut skin and long black raven which sprawled flawlessly about her. She had the most alluring deep-set

The memories still haunted him. They were arrows from the past that smeared his life, making it impossible to live. The pictures were inextricably knitted into his brain. He couldn’t shake them. Everywhere

Our new house was one of the oldest buildings in the town of Burma. Estranged from the main town by a 30-minute walk, it was what my mother called, “an island away from islands.” The family’s realtor,

"Young people of today," Bishop Duncan intoned from the pulpit, "are so voluntarily boxed in the time warp of today's world. So much so that they have lost sight of their true purpose on

A boy's way of loving is the bird chirping obliviously While a catapult is aimed at its head A boy's way of loving is the explorer treading the land of the dead A boy's way of loving is the novice playing

While unproven I thought there was a deity in love A never-failing god So I gave it reverence And worship, as atheists when the hour of death beckons Supplicate what they cannot name, an unkown god, So