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So many of us have got wild, adventurous and exploding imaginations or should I say unknown amazing worlds that people are yet to explore and all we need is an opportunity or platform to share them...

...That's what Scriptless Word is about

We accept Poems, Short Stories and other Short pieces

Please note that audio and video records of poems are accepted as well 


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