The Haunted Spot.

The village of Aiyetoro was never really quiet. There was always something going on like goats crying in the morning , women talking by the roadside, kids playing with tyres and loud generators at

The village of Aiyetoro was never really quiet. There was always something going on like goats crying in the morning , women talking by the roadside, kids playing with tyres and loud generators at
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<div class="textjustify" The first time Somto said she needed a quiet place, Didi didn’t even take her serious. “Quiet place?” Didi laughed, almost spilling her drink. “In this Nigeria? Where exac
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<img src="https://images.ecency.com/DQmSdSowK2iCoerYjoXYe3K6vt1CsnjJbvpQ5Abi41Cw32B/gemini_generated_image_v32p8wv32p8wv32p.png" alt="" / image generated using Gemini AI John has lived in the city f
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<center Image created in Artguruhttps://www.artguru.ai/es/create/</center Billy Mcrack's name used to be laden with terror in every tavern across the plains. In his youth, he was known as the most f
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Hello everyone your welcome to my blog today It all started on a very quiet day. Bethel was sitting on the floor in the house, and the only sound that could be heard was the scratching of her pen ag
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<center </center <subSource: Pixabayhttps://pixabay.com/photos/pierrainpersonumbrellawater5086290/</sub Welcome to the Weekly Writing Prompt from The Ink Well We provide one weekly writing prompt
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<center ✦ 𝒜𝓃𝒶'𝓈 𝒢𝒶𝓇𝒹ℯ𝓃 ✦</center 📸https://raphael.app/es Ana always walked with her head down, her gaze fixed on the stones in the path. Without looking at anyone, she climbed the s
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Generated using OpenAIopenai.com Every day, I watch people talk about peace as if it's something you find once and keep. Peace. Like it’s something you stumble upon one quiet morning, pick up gen
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I came from a place where the closest thing to a quiet place when you are far gone into the dream world. It's so noisy that even when you scream, it sounds like a hawker calling out for customers.
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I can remember vividly what that night was like; I mean the night I made that wish. It was the usual"NEPA had taken light" kind of night. Darkness was everywhere, and even the few houses that turned o

<div class="textjustify" As a little kid, I would play a lot. I loved toys, mostly improvised toys. I would take literally anything as a toy, as long as I could move them. I had fun. However, I had

<div class="textjustify" A few weeks back, the news that WAEC West African Examinations Council had released the results for the exams we wrote about two months ago reached me, and I rushed to chec

<div class="textjustify" The first time that the noise was stopped, Ada did not accept it. She was with a small travel bag on her shoulder and was standing on the side of a narrow bush path wi

<centerCanva IA</center The stars seemed very close in the dark night, while that loud sound echoed louder and louder, making the roof tiles of the houses shake in that region of rugged mountain

Emeka used to say that the only place he truly felt like himself was in front of a class, even if that class was made up of broken chairs and restless neighborhood kids. He grew up in Calabar

<Subsourcehttps://pixabay.com/vectors/manmoonsilhouettemountainnight7750139/<sub During the full moon in midyear, around the unfathomable village of a native tribe, leaving it beyond

<img src="https://images.ecency.com/DQmQjyGWJW23G8H6s12WXQAaXxBUzHSHSSBfCrQxXULncVx/1775807936651.jpg" alt="" / I was nine years old when I first told God exactly what I wanted. I wasn't in church,