Dawuda Hardi

Joined March 2024

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The eyes in the dark . AI-Generated.
Here's a poem about the eyes in the dark: In shadows cast, where light does fade, A pair of eyes, in darkness made, Glowing bright, like stars up high,
By Dawuda Hardi about a year ago in Fiction
The lost city
Here's a poem about the lost city: In twilight's hush, where ancient secrets sleep, A hidden metropolis, mysteries to keep.
By Dawuda Hardi about a year ago in Critique
The shadow in the night
Here's a poem about "The Shadow in the Night": In darkness falls, where city sleeps, A figure stirs, with secrets deep. The Shadow in the Night does stride,
By Dawuda Hardi about a year ago in BookClub
The Clockmaker's Daughter
The Clockmaker's Daughter In the quaint town of Ashwood, nestled between rolling hills and winding streams, stood a small, enchanting shop with a sign that creaked in the gentle breeze: "Harrison's Timepieces." For generations, the Harrison family had been renowned for crafting exquisite clocks that not only kept perfect time but also captured the hearts of those who owned them. At the helm of this legacy was the gentle and brilliant clockmaker, Edward Harrison, and his daughter, Emily.
By Dawuda Hardi about a year ago in BookClub
Echoes of the ocean
Echoes of the Ocean The sun was setting over the small coastal village, casting a warm orange glow over the thatched roofs and the bustling harbor. The air was filled with the sweet scent of saltwater and the sound of seagulls crying overhead. In a small hut perched on the edge of the village, an old woman named Akua sat on a woven mat, her eyes closed, and her face tilted upwards. She was listening to the echoes of the ocean.
By Dawuda Hardi about a year ago in Criminal
Chasing Shadows
Chasing Shadows The sun had long since set, casting a dark veil over the city. The streets were empty, save for the occasional passing car, its headlights illuminating the deserted sidewalks. But for Emily, the night was just beginning.
By Dawuda Hardi about a year ago in 01
The Garden of Lost Wishes
The Garden of Lost Wishes In the heart of the mystical forest of Akosombo, hidden from prying eyes, lay the enchanted Garden of Lost Wishes. A place where the whispers of the past converged with the hopes of the present. The garden was a labyrinth of winding paths, shimmering water features, and an array of vibrant flora that seemed to defy the laws of nature.
By Dawuda Hardi about a year ago in Education
Beneath the surface
Beneath the Surface In the small town of Akosombo, nestled between the rolling hills of Ghana, a secret lay hidden. A secret that had been concealed for centuries, yet was whispering to be uncovered. The townspeople went about their daily lives, unaware of the mysteries that lay just beneath their feet.
By Dawuda Hardi about a year ago in Chapters
Fragments of a forgotten dreams
Fragments of a Forgotten Dream As she wandered through the dusty attic of her childhood home, Emily stumbled upon an old, worn-out trunk with her name scribbled on it in faded letters. The creaky wooden floorboards beneath her feet seemed to echo with memories, transporting her back to a time when life was simpler. She hadn't set foot in this house for years, yet the familiar scent of aged wood and forgotten memories enveloped her like a warm hug.
By Dawuda Hardi about a year ago in Beat
Secrets Beneath the Stars
Secrets Beneath the Stars The night sky stretched above like a canvas of twinkling diamonds, a celestial showcase that had captivated humanity for centuries. For Emily, a young and ambitious astronomer, the stars held more than just beauty; they held secrets. Secrets she was determined to uncover.
By Dawuda Hardi about a year ago in Education
Eclipsed Hearts
Eclipsed Hearts The moon cast its silvery glow over the sleepy town of Willow Creek, where the residents were nestled in their cozy homes, oblivious to the turmoil brewing in the hearts of two individuals. Emma and Ryan, once inseparable, now found themselves eclipsed by the shadows of their past.
By Dawuda Hardi about a year ago in Chapters
The Old Clockmaker's Secret
In the quaint town of Willowdale, nestled between rolling hills and winding rivers, stood a small, mysterious shop. The sign above the door read "H. Winchester, Clockmaker" in elegant, golden letters. The store had been a fixture on Main Street for generations, its wooden facade bearing the scars of time. Few knew much about the enigmatic proprietor, Henry Winchester, except that he was a master craftsman and keeper of secrets.
By Dawuda Hardi about a year ago in Gamers