Discoveringyourself Stories

nineteen-year-old Aydah has learned the art of disappearing, hiding her loneliness behind a practiced smile, her fear behind silence, and her pain behind obedience. At school, she plays the loyal friend in a fragile trio held together by jealousy and pretense. At home, she tiptoes through her family's polished chaos, But when she meets a boy who makes her feel seen for the first time, her fragile balance begins to crack. What begins as tenderness unravels into a cruel game of betrayal and humiliation, forcing Aydah to confront the cost of being invisible in a world that only notices when it's too late. Set against the glittering yet suffocating world of Abuja's upper class book traces a girl's journey from silence to selfhood, asking what it truly means to be seen, and what it costs to heal.

A work of flash fiction as to improve my writing skills and for fun. Full of fantasy, romance, mystery and loneliness. I hope when whoever reads this that they will comment, give some feedback so I can learn and become a better writer.

Harmony thought he had everything under control-her grade, her image, her promise to never let skating ruin her life again. But when rumors spread through her elite international school and her parents make a life-altering decision without her, Harmony is forced to leave everything behind and move to Canada-the same place her estranged father lives... and the same place her former Best friend and skating prodigy, Angelite, is chasing her dreams. With only ten days to say goodbye, unresolved feeling and a past she tried to bury resurfacing, Harmony Must decide: Will she keep running away from the ice... or finally step back into the light? Some choices break you. Others make you SHINE!

When Arianna Moore moved to Los Angeles, she finds herself in a whirlwind of music, friendships, and unexpected opportunities. Reuniting with her cousin, Kendall Knight, and forming bonds with his band, Big Time Rush, she begins to realize not just what she wants-but what she's truly capable of.

What happens when Edward Cullen eats too much bread? The year is 2022 and Edward ate too many loafs of bread. Breadward Cullen is no longer just a vampire. Has he changed for the better? Edward must discover who he really loves on his journey to return his life back to normal. But is that what he really wants?

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|ORIGINALLY TITLED THE BAD GIRL CALLS ME PIPSQUEAK| Rosie was a tall girl; her hair was dark brown and fell short by her ears in a scruffy pixie cut. She had a black beanie hat on her head and dark red lipstick on her lips. She was wearing black, ripped jeans and a big black jumper that had I PREFER THE DRUMMER printed on it in white acrylic. Her eyes were brown, the type of dark brown that made you count how many seconds of life you had left. Her cheek bones were extremely defined on her slim face. Her skin was pale and didn't have a single flaw. There was a piece of metal in her septum, a hoop that hung over the bottom of her nose-but it suited her. ________________ So this book is about the journey of a girl called Freya. Freya was raised as a good Christian girl, when she was fifteen her father died in an accident at work. Her life changed for the worse. The colour has been sucked out of her life. A year on a strange girl moves into Mr and Mrs Nicholson's over the road, their new foster child. She's everything that Freya isn't, her name is Rosie. After the schools Halloween disco which is also a dreaded date with her friend Jonathan, she realises that she isn't attracted to guys. Confused and afraid of her feelings, she seeks shelter in the only person who would ever understand. Rosie.

Life is a brightly lit amusement park where everyone is running, though no one is quite sure where. We chase a version of happiness that feels like a prize behind thick glass. Sometimes we argue about which line to stand in; other times, we just queue there in silence, listening to the dry, mechanical click of the clock overhead. By the time the gates lock, you're just a tired person sitting on a bench with a flat soda, relieved that there's nothing left to see. Is that what we're calling happiness? A feeling that's only worth it because it's over? So I came to high school and surrendered the frantic, glittering chase for achievement. I joined Detective Novels Club, where my seniors spent their afternoons dusting for fingerprints with cocoa powder or clipping together ransom notes from yesterday's news. It was the sort of place people joined as a second club, the kind of place you go when you're already doing too much and need a spot to hide from the sun. The third year seniors graduated and left me behind. I was promoted to become the president then, but there was no one left in the club to lead. The student council began circling. If I couldn't conjure fresh memberships out of thin air, they would dissolve the club and reassign me to some frantic, crowded corner of the school. My club advisor sat before me, his voice sounding like dry leaves scattering across pavement. He told me that the club must grow or serve some concrete purpose, or it was finished. I told him I would try, but it was a lie. I went through the motions, taping posters to hallway walls, offering to solve 'mysteries', whatever that meant. In any case, I had little lingering attachments that place, so I wouldn't go all out to save the club now. It just wouldn't fit the way I chose to live my life. I expected a slow, quiet afternoon of sipping tea and reading books. But to think that someone actually came.

strung together shower thoughts from a perspective of someone who is trying to be

This is just a book talking about my personal Journey of discovering who I am......let me rephrase that 'this is just a book talking about my personal Journey to discovering who I am

I'm writing this book with a clear goal in mind. My goal in inspiring you is to touch your heart with that tiny spark capable of starting the fire, burning all your weaknesses. Why do you think that this is an impossible goal? Why do you keep thinking that it is impossible to be happy in your way? Why does your mind keep putting obstacles on your path? If you keep poisoning yourself how can you free yourself from this mental slavery? I'm not telling you that this will be easy because it won't. That is one more reason for you to fight, to stay strong fighting for what you believe. Don't let yourself down. However, I can't decide for you. You have to decide for yourself and make your decision. You have to choose now!

After Morgan is forced to flee her family home with her brother Aran, she must outwit her pursuers and find the deadly Mage to help her understand her rare magicks and keep herself from falling victim to the Brotherhood of the Keep. Can she survive when all hope seems lost?

Broken Shards is about exploration of oneself. It is about reaching your depths and understanding yourself in a way you never did. This one is for me, and for you. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I love writing it.

collection of poetry about myself that ive written over the years :]

Salam people! I started a blog a while ago, but I felt that my work did not reach people ( maybe I suck at advertising). So I decided to write here! Basically this will be a series of blog posts! *gasps* you don't say! Enough of that. Carry on, start reading!

Everything has an inaudible language, felt by every other thing.

Just read and you'll see how I see the world

A prince who was not alowed out of his kingdom snuck out to see the world. In a terrible misunderstanding a witch mistook him for the thief that had robbed her, so she planted a curse on him. It was called curse #63, which tuned him into a girl. With the help of an exiled prince from another kingdom they set out to find the cure for the curse. Will fellings develop, or will their differences get in their way?

**Wattpad featured story** WINNER of The Galaxy Awards (1st position in General Fiction) WINNER of The Freedom Awards (1st position in Adventure) #48 in Adventure (25/Nov/2017) "Down by the river by the boats Where everybody goes to be alone Where you won't see any rising sun Down to the river we will run When by the water we drink to the dregs Look at the stones on the river bed I can tell from your eyes You've never been by the riverside Down by the water the riverbed Somebody calls you somebody says Swim with the current and float away Down by the river everyday When that old river runs pass your eyes To wash off the dirt on the riverside Go to the water so very near The river will be your eyes and ears I walk to the borders on my own To fall in the water just like a stone Chilled to the marrow in them bones Why do I go here all alone" - Agnes Obel Heavily inspired by the song. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Excerpt: She never broke into big smiles, cried, laughed or gave out any expression - but I wouldn't say that she was expressionless either - just that she was way too mysterious. And I liked that about her. She smiled; a short little lift of her lips. She stared; a wide pair of eyes looking straight into my soul. She tried to figure me out; a small crease along her forehead. She became sad; a tiny bit of teardrop trying to sneak its way out of her eyes. She became angry; a frown, almost invisible, constantly there. How can you not be obsessed with her? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Main Genre: Psychological Thriller Sub-Genre: Adventure

Love: infinitely personal and consistently imperfect. Life: like the seasons, continues to move on; never stopping and always changing. Hope: the persistent light in the dark.