WRITE, GET IT OF YOUR CHEST AND EXPRESS YOURSELF IN THE BEST WAY YOU CAN: THROUGH WRITING

HI AMAZING WRITERS AND READERS,
  The special thing about this blog is the ability to share stories.

Stories on this blog can be shared via comment after which i will publish them on the blog.
The drill is for me to give a topic of discussion every week and in order not to limit creativity, the blog is open to freelance writing.

Don't forget to leave your stories in the comment space, ask questions and give your opinions . No man is an island .



Lots of love,
IMAX


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  1. Bani_VJuly 22, 2020 at 7:13 AM

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    1. Bani_VJuly 22, 2020 at 7:15 AM

      I wrote earlier if you could change the colour of the writings to plainly black, it's hard to see but I got the message and I support you

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