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CHRIST: FINDING THE LIGHT by crazyforchrist
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Meet Ashley Dawson. Rich, popular, you'd think she had it all. Unfortunately, that isn't quite the case. Her life at home is a complete mess. Her dad abuses her physically and verbally, her stepmother could rival the Wicked Witch of the West and her twin stepbrothers have made it their one goal in life to torment her. When one runaway attempt fails miserably, she decides to stay at home permanently, suck it up and be grateful for little mercies. However, all that changes when the only bright light in her life is snuffed out. She runs away again, this time more successfully, and ends up in the care of a crazy African family, with an especially crazy grandmother , who teach her the true meaning of love, life and light, in the Lord. Hold on to your seats folks, it's gonna be a bumpy ride. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "The world is spherical, meaning it's round so if you run away from your problems, you're gonna meet them again someday."- Gladys Martey.
Leave? or Stay? by emcf12
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When things get rough and you can't find a way to possibly live another day with the people you or stuck living with, do you risk everything, including your life, and leave? Or, do you stay and endure every day of torture just to stay alive? This is the story of a girl named Acrid, and how she was forced to battle everyone of her days out in an unforgiving orphanage with cruel people. One day the thought of leaving crosses her mind. At these insane orphanages, attempting to leave would already be hard enough because of the crazy living facilities, and life would only get worse when she left. Where would she go? The streets would be her only choice. Plus how could she leave without her two closes friends Cynthia and Xander? They also have to live in the same unforgiving conditions as her, but could she risk dragging her best friends into the dangers of leaving and the terrors of the streets? So then, Acrid is faced with the question. "Do I leave? Or do I stay?"
A Teens Bible by DaughterOfTheFather
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"A Teens Bible" is written by teens for teens to make the struggle of reading the bible everyday easier! New posts everyday!
Road To Victory by exquisiteequine
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Katherine has just won the MaClays; an impossible feat for the 16 year old rider. She started riding horses later in life - at 12, so her story is considered one of the most inspiring of the equine world. She's on every cover of every horse magazine. Tequila, her black mare has never been in better shape. What can go wrong? Nothing. But in life, there's no promises.
Silent Heroes: Wildcat by unbrokenworld
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"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.