Image generated with Leonardo.ai Welcome to the Hive Creatives Magazine! What's it all about? The Ink Well curators are branching out! For years we have been curating the fiction and creative nonfiction

─── ❖ ── ✦ ── ❖ ─── ✦ The truth about the hypocrite ✦ 📸 In the neighborhood, Marcos was also known as the sower of truth. But was it really true? There wasn't an afternoon that went by without him being

#162 You only live once. What if your idea of just one existence changed forever? Sometimes people deal with experiences which might make them rethink their own beliefs. What would you do if you woke up

Good day everyone, you are welcome to my blog today. The afternoon sun was heavy over the village of Ikedu, casting long shadows over the central marketplace. At the end of the community, Elder Emeka sat

The Inkwell Combined Writing Prompt #26

The thing about hypocrisy is that sometimes it is not loud, it always hides inside normal conversation, inside advice, inside “I just want the best for you.” That was how it was with Aunty Shade. If you

Image source: chatgpt In the small town of Umudike in Ebonyi state, Nigeria where news traveled faster than harmattan wind, Pastor Samuel was a man everyone trusted. He was known for his spotless white

Ayo used to tell us that if we paid attention we could always tell when someone was not being genuine. It was not what they said, the little gaps between what they said and what they did, then Ola would

Mr. David always talks about faith, how it is the evidence of things hoped for, how a person’s faith is the most important piece of their success, that having faith in God, or just having faith in something

The Brave One In Venezuela, in 2019, the coercive measures implemented by the United States caused inflation to skyrocket. Many industries left the country, others declared bankruptcy, and consequently,

The man who spoke the most about honesty was the one person no one expected to be dishonest. In the small town of Ogbara, everybody knew Mr. Samuel Adeyemi. Pixabay.com If there was a community meeting,

Greetings Readers I am so looking forward to the long weekend coming up. I have so much I want to do in terms of writing. I definitely want to wrap up the twin arch before getting back to Kay. But for

It was a very hot Wednesday afternoon, but all I could think of was the rice and stew with dried fish my mother promised us; her cooking is second to none, and I could not stop thinking about it. I could

Canva IA The young woman sitting at her desk in the office felt a deep sense of anguish in her heart. She couldn’t concentrate on her work. Her mother was very ill, and as her only daughter, she couldn’t

source Everywhere, the atmosphere was one of unease, as fathers now lied to their sons and called it protection, while mothers turned cold and called it strength. Everyone was vigilant as neighbors envied

We made our way into the house, it was our very first house that we owned, my dad had spent a fortune buying the house, and made the payment in full and paid all at once. My dad hated the idea of a mortgage,

It never crossed my mind that a time would come when a piece of paper that I once tore from my diary would haunt me. Well, this small paper later did after some years. I found it inside a small jewelry

Source When Ada opened her locker that Monday morning, she expected to find the usual things—her books, her pen, maybe the wrapper from the biscuit she forgot to throw away. What she did not expect was