Onochie Nebo
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Hi I'm Onochie Nebo. I am a writer at heart who is a geek for film, music, and literature, which have all inspired me to be a writer. I write stories both short and long, and I'm also aspiring to be an author and a filmmaker.
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In the small town of Eldridge, nestled between rolling hills and dense forests, there stood an old, forgotten gallery. The building, once vibrant with the laughter of artists and the chatter of patrons, had become a relic of a time long past. Its windows, coated with dust, struggled to let in the soft light of the afternoon sun, casting a dim glow on the scattered remnants of art that still clung to the walls.
By Onochie Neboabout a year ago in Poets
The image on the mirror.
In the heart of a bustling city, nestled between a bakery that always smelled of fresh pastries and a bookstore overflowing with the scent of aged paper, stood an old antique shop called “Timeless Treasures.” The shop was a labyrinth of curiosities, filled with everything from tarnished silverware to ornate clocks that ticked in a chaotic symphony. It was here that Clara, a recent college graduate seeking a fresh start, stumbled upon a peculiar mirror.
By Onochie Neboabout a year ago in Poets
The key to Heaven
In a small, forgotten village named Eldergrove, nestled between emerald hills and whispering streams, a legend persisted, weaving itself into the very fabric of everyday life. The villagers spoke of a mystical key, said to unlock the gates of heaven. This key, however, was not a mere object; it was a journey, a quest of the heart and soul.
By Onochie Neboabout a year ago in Poets
Don't judge a book by it's cover.
In a small town nestled between rolling hills, there stood an old bookstore named “Whispers of the Past.” The building was a relic, its wooden sign peeling and faded. Most townsfolk passed by without a second glance, convinced that the dusty shelves held nothing of interest. They were more drawn to the glitzy new coffee shop that had recently opened nearby, with its bright colors and trendy decor.
By Onochie Neboabout a year ago in Poets
The Rising Sun
In a secluded village nestled in a valley surrounded by towering mountains, the people lived in perpetual twilight. Thick clouds hung low, casting a gray pallor over the landscape, and the villagers had grown accustomed to the gloom. Day after day, they went about their routines, their spirits dampened by the absence of sunlight. In this village lived a young girl named Mira, whose imagination soared far beyond the fog.
By Onochie Neboabout a year ago in Poets
MY MOTHER AND I
In a quaint village nestled between rolling hills and lush forests, lived a mother and her daughter, Anna. The village was known for its serene beauty and close-knit community, and Anna and her mother, Clara, were its heart. Clara was a skilled weaver, her hands dancing over threads with the grace of an artist. Anna, now fourteen, was her apprentice and confidante, and their bond was as intricate and beautiful as the tapestries Clara wove.
By Onochie Neboabout a year ago in Families
GAME CHANGER
In the heart of Silicon Valley, where innovation buzzes like the relentless hum of a beehive, a young coder named Alex Santiago was about to make a breakthrough that would change everything. Alex had always been a dreamer, a trait that had often seemed more of a quirk than an asset. But that was before he stumbled upon something that would redefine not just his future, but the entire gaming industry.
By Onochie Neboabout a year ago in Poets
THE WOMAN I LOVE
Once upon a time, in a small, bustling town nestled between rolling hills and a sparkling river, there lived a man named Alex. Alex was an artist, known for his vibrant paintings that seemed to capture the essence of his surroundings. His studio was a haven of color and light, filled with canvases that told stories of the world he saw and felt.
By Onochie Neboabout a year ago in Poets
THE CITY I ONCE LOVED
Chapter 1: The Arrival Years ago, when Lydia first set foot in Barcelona, it felt like a city plucked from a dream. The Mediterranean sun bathed the city in a golden light that seemed to touch everything with a sense of magic. Gothic cathedrals rose against the skyline, their spires reaching for the heavens, while narrow cobblestone streets meandered through bustling plazas.
By Onochie Neboabout a year ago in Poets
THE CITY I ONCE LOVED
Chapter 1: The Arrival Years ago, when Lydia first set foot in Barcelona, it felt like a city plucked from a dream. The Mediterranean sun bathed the city in a golden light that seemed to touch everything with a sense of magic. Gothic cathedrals rose against the skyline, their spires reaching for the heavens, while narrow cobblestone streets meandered through bustling plazas.
By Onochie Neboabout a year ago in Poets
BANGKOK NIGHTS. A TALE OF NEON DREAMS
In the heart of Bangkok, as the sun dipped below the horizon, the city transformed into a pulsating canvas of neon lights and tantalizing sounds. The streets of Sukhumvit and Silom, known for their vibrant nightlife, were awash in a kaleidoscope of colors. It was here, amidst the ever-changing hues of twilight and neon, that our story began.
By Onochie Neboabout a year ago in Poets
PRETTY GIRLS ALL GO TO WAR IN THIS SCHOOL
In the heart of the bustling city of Ardent, where tall skyscrapers kissed the sky and the streets buzzed with endless activity, there stood a prestigious institution known as Astra Academy. It was renowned for its academic excellence, but its most whispered-about feature was its unique and peculiar tradition: the annual “War of Beauty and Brains.”
By Onochie Neboabout a year ago in Journal
