Cover created using a canva template. When clichés are footprints on our minds, or Ursula writes a novel. Don't you hate it when cliches get stuck in your mind and they seem to be stuck there? This is

Image Source I finished typing another paragraph in my homework before looking outside the window, just to see the campus blanketed by the snow that fell down. The grounds from what I can view from the

image source John has been working for so long in a company which his pay was nothing to write home about. He was paid meagre money for the kids he is doing. He has no wife and he is of age which got him

Announcing the winners of The Ink Well September 2021 Flash Fiction Contest

“Look at that skinny, gangly kid," said the stupid Garcia. Garcia was a stocky kid, with good legs and a good abdomen that made his figure the most aerodynamic for running on the track. He belonged

In the small, dimly lit room, I sat shaking my head. The conversation didn't make any sense. I placed my hands over my ears. I didn't want to hear the accusations. Suddenly I screamed, "I told him

Image source Waaah! Waaah!! Waaah!!! The blast of the siren sound emanating from the police vehicle filled the space. It's been four (4) days on the search of Emilia, she had dressed up for the Thanksgiving

Image Source On one gloomy day, Marcel rushed home late from playing too many games from the Net Café with his friends, by the time he realized how further in the evening it was, all his friends were gone

Takmeomeo This is a story of two high school sweethearts Mike and Maxine, they were so much in love, that when they're together it looks like the whole world stops, but their love began as a bet between

The second time mike and maxine got married was better than the first. Mike and maxine were childhood friends, they grew up together, eats together, goes to church together, goes to school together do

Image by kachi from Pixabay To his younger brother Jules, Jean-Paul Philippe Dubois had always been a mighty big brother, able to take on anything. Jean-Paul was also the same color as Monsieur Jean-Luc

Source No one knew where she was going. If they asked Lina, her weather-beaten face lit up with a smile, exposing the newly formed wrinkles at the corner of her eyes. She had lived on the same street for

source It was late when I got home from work. The house is very quiet. "Must be asleep. My wife must be very tired after a long day at home," I thought. I took a glass of warm water and took

Natalie arrived at the art exhibition downtown that was organized by her husband, Wyatt. They had just gotten married six weeks ago. Since she met Wyatt for the first time at an art exhibition, the first

Image source A Community with no king in it happened to have a little misunderstanding resulting from their way of life. They were living without rules except for just one day where they all gathered to

unsplash At 11:35 in the morning, I received a call from Mr. Cruz. He reported that her wife was lost and it has been 3 hours since then. I decided to come personally as a detective. My name is Tamar and

She was older than me, but that did not prevent our relationship. I'm a simple swimming teacher with varied knowledge of various subjects that have helped me survive in the world. However, I teach swimming

“Run!” she shouted. We slushed through the wet snow, which had begun to fall across the bay. There was unrest in the city that night, and we found ourselves caught up in the middle of it. I had seen her

There was unrest in the city that night, a kind of otherworldly unrest that the residents of Ake felt but could not understand. An eerie feeling that sprung goosebumps on their skins and made them shiver.