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Hello! 
My name is Abigail Omaye Ameh and I am the author of Abigayle's word. I love story telling. I love words and pitching them side by side to convey/ tell a story has always been a life long goal. I have decided to share with you my talent by starting this blog. 

Writing isn't just a hobby or something I do when I'm having a bad day. I believe writers are somewhat gods. They create a world which may or may not be real, and they attribute it with real characteristics of our own world. They create characters and attribute certain traits to them making the reader feel something for such character. And then they basically control everything that happens to that character thereby controlling the emotions of the reader. That pretty much is what our world is today. 

This  story blog is targeted at the general appreciation of literature and poetry. 
The author greatly appreciates you the reader and all your comments and criticism. 
I write mostly fiction. My genres include; Mystery/ Thriller, Crime, Drama. 
Contact me via email at Abigailameh@gmail.com for featured posts and for guest blogging.  Or if you just want to post your work of literature on my blog. 
I hope you enjoy reading my blog. 
Thank you! 

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