SSA Launches New App

It's with pleasure I announce the release of a stable version of SSA android app. No more crashing issues. All bugs fixed.

Amazing things happen around you every day. Hear and read the stories from real poets and writers that experienced them.

What's new?

SSA newsfeed
Direct Tweets from the app
Access to SSA Facebook page
Writers can now submit their poems for publication via app.
Real time notifications. Get updates alerts!
Bug fixes

Discover SSA

At SSA, we’re connecting a global community through the power of the poetry and stories. On SSA, you'll find all the poems and stories to keep you hooked!

Discover free stories and ebooks created by budding and established writers.

Whatever you’re into—whether it’s motivational, horror, religious, romance, science fiction, mystery, comedy, action adventure, fantasy, young adult fiction or fanfiction—you’ll find it all for free on SSA.

Write & Connect

Join the community of writers! Connect directly with other writers and stand a chance of getting published. Share your poems and story with your friends always know what you’re reading.

Got your own story to tell? Publish it on SSA and share it with us.

Already a SSA fan? Follow us on Instagram, Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest to stay up-to-date on your favorite writers, poems, stories, contests, and more!

To download SSA app, with your mobile phone, visit www.stefnsylvester.com and tap on the app download prompt that flashes on your screen.

Or just click button HERE to download

Have fun!

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Fiction | The Tripod Effect

THE TRIPOD EFFECT The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a surrogate father to start their family. On the day the surrogate father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife and said, "I'm off. The man should be here soon" Half an hour later, just by chance a door- to-door baby photographer rang the doorbell, hoping to make a sale. "Good morning, madam. I've come to...." "Oh, no need to explain. I've been expecting you," Mrs. Smith cut in. "Really?" the photographer asked. "Well, good. I've made a speciality of babies" "That's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat" After a moment, she asked, blushing, "Well, where do we start?" "Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch and perhaps a couple on the bed. Sometimes the living room floor is fun too; you can really spread out!" "Bathtub, living room floo...

The Curve And Colors Of Hate | Uwen Precious Ogban

The Curve And Colors Of Hate When the evening news had broken Father spoke with a tone of pain and anger “Nigeria is a whore,” And my mother agreed Painting sensual scenes giving you pleasure of what looks like a garden that hides a landmine. And how trying to walk through it becomes slippery A journey asking for crimson libations, full of fractures and ‘Had I knowns’ while you looked over the fence for greener pastures Her sighs spoke of a menu full of thrills but you are served double horrors She, Nigeria, abhors you later on when it relinquishes you of value, Truly, she is an old ‘Whore’ My Father picked it from there, “Nigeria gets hard as rock” Wants of men despised Sullen moods recorded in poems, speeches, and events, snubbed For as long as it makes sultry suplex’s on a comfortable ring – Nigeria is satisfied “Son, Nigeria is you, your mum and I” Guilty to a fault Pained by happenings that come with fire and brimstone Let loose from bellies that should hold patriotis...

Featured Poem: Slavery In Africa - by Uwen Precious Ogban

SLAVERY IN AFRICA We believe they rowed their boats of tumults into our region; carrying with them bags of conundrums, while we drummed our drums and jollied to their, intonation. The way they dressed, the way they addressed us Made us mime to the harmony and yearns in their speeches of a dawn to civility and hale: that was a start of the course of slavery in Africa. We still thought they were our brothers, because our chiefs rolled floridly with their proposals While we were mockingly disposed of In the field, or given to bespoken tailors as apprehends; as helps; in servitude; ‘posed to carry out orders as the come in flicks. We became babies in our own motherland we became cartage of their foreign plans. We cleared our huts so that they could find comfy and build on our strengths draining our tears as they wryly whipped us on our backs. Their wisdom their prowess They used to molest And we gazed in cluelessness Cause we still didn’t see it as slavery then – but as pain, so enjoyable....

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