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Welcome to TheFewCreators Inc., your number one source for urban poetry and book reviews along with art done by aspiring artists. We're dedicated to giving you the very best of content with a focus on giving a platform to young authors, nurturing their talent by promoting their content worldwide thorugh social media and by encouraging them to get out of their comfort zone and become successful.

Founded in 2019 by Oishik and Shree, TheFewCreators Inc. has to come a long way from its beginnings in Kalimpong, West Bengal, India. When Oishik and Shree first started out, their passion for promoting young author in their quest to success drove them to reality, so that TheFewCreators Inc. can offer you a bias free platform for content. We now serve customers all over the world, and are thrilled that we're able to turn our passion into our own website.

We hope you enjoy our services as much as we enjoy offering them to you. If you have any questions or comments, please don't hesitate to contact us at writersthefewunited@gmail.com

Sincerely,
Oishik and Shree

We want to promote homebrewed talent in our locality.
We have many content creators in our site and we accept content from everyone who emails us: writersthefewunited@gmail.com
You will get the full credit.

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