The Ink Well4,788 subscribersActivity Log • 103 activeThe Ink Well is a @curie curated community for short stories.SubscribePostThe Ink WellCommunityAll postsTrending CommunitiesWorldmappinLeoFinanceHIVE CN 中文社区VibesSplinterlandsPhotography LoversActifitOlio di BalenaLifestyleSpendHBDHive LearnersBlack And WhiteExplore Communities...The Ink WellTrendingHotNewPayoutsMutedtheinkwell (73)yesterdayThe Inkwell Fiction Prompt #236Weekly fiction short story prompt from The Ink WellCountdown terminated on Aug 28, 2025, 4:58 AMtheinkwell (73)4 days agoThe Ink Well Highlights Magazine # 223Image modified using a picture by Becca Clark from Pixabay This periodic magazine highlights a small selection of short stories posted to The Ink Well community that stood out…theinkwell (73)7 days agoCreative Nonfiction Prompt #151Creative nonfiction prompt 151Countdown terminated on Aug 22, 2025, 5:27 PMtheinkwell (73)22 days agoAugust 2025 Updates and Monthly Fiction Contest from The Ink WellAugust 2025 news and contest announcement from The Ink Welltheinkwell (73)8 months agoThe Ink Well Treasure Trove of Tips, Reminders and GuidelinesThe Ink Well community guidelines and tips for successtheinkwell (73)4 years agoCatalog of Storytelling Tips from The Ink WellA collection of writing tips to help fiction writers improve their craft.oluchi31 (65)1 hour agoTouching GrassThe white background of the Word application I had been staring at for the past twenty minutes, was beginning to wear my eyes out. I needed to write something but I already came up with too much somethings,julie100 (56)2 hours agoThe Goat RaceBoredom, like harmattan dust, gets in without permission. One hot afternoon Ayomide received it when even the lizards had lost interest in the time, consuming business of chasing…ima99 (59)5 hours agoA Pendant Left by My Late FatherA Pendant Left by My Late Father Image created using Meta AI on WhatsApp. That morning, dew still clung to the tips of soursop leaves in the backyard. My mother was sitting on an old wooden chair, herwhatmidesays (63)6 hours agoApparently, Boredom Is Just Drama Running Late.I just knew I was in trouble again! I was supposed to be on my way to Ola’s, third time’s the charm, right? But instead, I was sunk into my sofa, chin buried in the…litguru (72)14 hours agoGuardians of the NightFriday 3:23 PM “I’m Lucia Carvajal from the Institute,” said the woman standing on the museum’s front door, shaking the rain off her hair with one hand. “Sorry I’m late, but…raymondpeter (57)17 hours agoThe Journey of Success is not as easy as it looks(image source)[ “Hmmm, so Linder Ikeji can become a famous media entrepreneur in life! How come?” Tayo laments. Yes Tayo, “she has made it in life. Come to think of it. How…tranquil3 (66)17 hours agoThe Witness. Never before now did Taiwo think much of windows, until those long weeks of unemployment which pinned him to his flat. Every morning, he would drag a plastic chair and sit by his…enwyben (45)18 hours agoLove, Lost and Found Cheryl kept refreshing her messages in wait for Peters response. It was past 5pm and he still had not responded to her message. A situationship that was one sided, was it? Or…kristabel123 (61)19 hours agoThe Weight of EnduranceWhen I introduced Daniel to my friends and family, they just could not stop talking about him. They kept talking about his height, broad shoulders and his smile. And also how…almadepoeta (62)21 hours agoBoredom (en.es) The Inkwell Fiction Prompt #236─── ❖ ── ✦ ── ❖ ─── Boredom 📸 Boredom, what is boredom? For her, it was the only thing left between her withered heart and the vast immensity of the sky. Only boredom, and the absence of anything else.pretemi (62)21 hours agoMY FIRST BAKING EXPERIENCE The day I decided to bake meat pie for the first time is a day I will never forget, please don't laugh at me because it's a story with a mixture of tragedy and comedy. One…cynthiak (51)21 hours agoThe False FriendFriendship can really start anywhere. In this particular case, it was in JSS1, precisely on a rainy Monday morning. It's funny how a friend’s name is imprinted in one’s mind…rukkie (68)yesterdayCreativenonfiction #151 - Not That Easy“Rukkie, allow mum to come and do it”, my sister, Omotola implored, holding my hands. I hissed, “There's nothing there na, I have seen her do it countless times, so I know what…zain-ab001 (62)yesterdayWhen Confidence Met the BucketI remember one December when the family went to our paternal village to spend Christmas with my grandparents. This was very long ago, when I was like around 7 years old. It was…
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