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praisejoe

  • fiction story

    bida walked past her father's hut - which was the largest- and came to her mother's situated at the end of the compound close to the fireplace. her father, chief ...

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  • lyric poetry

    here lies the once dainty hero parched and earth-beaten from life's injustice here he lies ghoulish and motionless he has gone down like the receding of mighty waters he who ...

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  • The End

    Sorry for not being too consistent on this forum. This is a little poem i wrote and will like you to have a look. I sincerely need your critique. The ...

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  • 1. When I Shall See Your Face

    Hello, Here's two poems i wrote and i'm very much in need of your critique because it really helps a lot when writing. Any critique is welcomed. 1. When I ...

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  • Pangs Of Sorrow - A Story

    Sorry for not being too consistent on story writing because i've been trying my hands on poetry. Take a look at this story which needs your critiques because i need ...

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  • I Never Knew

    I never knewthis road was so long,until I walked it.I never knewthese shoes were so big,until I stepped into them.I thought it would be easy.I thought it would be fine.I ...

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  • Street Child Diary

    Today is just like every other day because every day is a struggle and no one seemed to care. Life on the streets holds no hope for a young child ...

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I'm also not sure why but even though I normally wear cool tones I have a feeling red would have been my color in the 1860s.
— Elinor