Discoveryourself Stories

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 he 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!

A princess with no memories of her past marries a king very intimidating. However, life is not so cruel, and perhaps she came to the right person. **** Sita was a princess of the kingdom of Videha. Thought to be dead years ago, she returns amidst secrecy with no memories of her past. She feels she has returned home, but not quite so. Unable to understand why her own family feels so aloof, she reluctantly agrees to marry the King of Aryavarta, Rama. Their marriage is a hush-hush event, not the pompous, celebratory kind one would expect a king to have. As days go by, Sita understands that the King is not as bad as the world paints him to be. She doesn't know if she can love him; perhaps she is beginning to, but doesn't hope for reciprocation. Until, one night, when she finds him sleeping with a tear-drenched face, clutching a letter written in her handwriting. Turns out she had forgotten him, but he never did.

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.

Freeing yourself by understanding yourself. Feel free to follow on YouTube @voicefromthedawn https://youtu.be/l7jf1wUjmu8

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.

Mina Aurelia Severina knows only one thing: her destiny was dictated by others. The heiress of a noble family from the planet Serica, a lost place in the galaxy, is condemned to a life in a gilded cage and empty vows. But Mina is not meant to be an accessory. On a night full of falling stars, she chooses to flee - to freedom, to the Force, to an unknown destiny. Alongside the Jedi Order, she will learn that freedom has a price and that some shadows of the past cannot be avoided. A story of courage, legacy and the power to write your own way through the stars. ⚠️I DO NOT ACCEPT PROMOTIONS OR UNWANTED COLABORATIONS IN MY BOOK. THANKS FOR YOUR UNDERSTANDING! ____________________________________________________________________ ⚠️⚠️⚠️STAR WARS WITH ALL OF ITS ORIGINAL CHARACTERS, LOCATIONS, TERMS ETC. IT'S NOT MINE! THAT IS THE PROPERTY OF GEORGE LUCAS AND DISNEY!! I ONLY OWN THIS BOOK AND THE OC'S CREATED BY ME!!!

A thread keeps me bind to everyone I know. Stories that attach us as whole no matter how small. Memories from the past and present moments that will become distant thoughts in the future. I was always hungry for greatness, success- I strived for what I needed far earlier than their time. I knew I was destined to be something more, something I carried within me, something intangible. Yet something that was yet to bloom. I am The Thread that binds myself. With this Thread I will find me. 16-yr old Aspen Peters, living in Chicago, navigates her life through high school with a mind bloomed differently- that threads experiences together and pulls them apart while finding herself within the complex world of growing up and discovering life.

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.

Years apart from her childhood friend, Chloe waits patiently in her secluded home for his safe return. Separated by war, she knew nothing of other than the folktales propagated to recruit rebels. They were bedtime stories told to her by her crazed uncle, and she thought nothing more of them. When someone arrives in her empty forest, she is thrown into a world where she is forced to question the history of these fairytales. Even the truth of what her childhood friend really fights for. ~ This is a continuation of the Cruel King and Captured Queen, but does not need to be read to enjoy ~

A collection of poems, mainly spiritual, that are relatable and full of discovery. Hopefully these will help ease people's minds

"NOTE:-This is my first ever attempt at writing.so,sorry if it's not up to the mark) This is the collaboration of the *moments*,those *emotions* what we all feel at some point of time.Which leave us speechless and we just wish time should freeze then and there Here are those ..... Hope you all can relate!

Everyone has a label. But is it necessary to have one? [Short Story] ×Started: Nov, 5th 2017× ×Completed: Nov, 15th 2017×

|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.

a collection of poems for lost souls, dreams and the ability to see beauty in all of the universe's color scheme. [PREVIEW ONLY] 🌙ongoing

What is Cara Beaumont without swimming? She doesn't even know. •• For as long as she could remember, Cara Beaumont's life revolved around swimming. It was her lifeline, it kept her afloat. However, when she is injured during a meet she can only watch as the very lifeline gets ripped out of her hands. All of her dreams? Gone. Her ambitions? Dead. Her future? Destroyed. In a tale of sadness and anger will Cara find room to see her own self-worth, but also learn to let in the people around her? 1st Place in Chicklit - Billboard Novel Awards 2020 Cover Credit: @moonbrightfanfiction

Soft. Is all I could think, as the pillows of his face collided with mine. It was soft and sweet, he lingered for a bit and after six seconds he pulled away. I did not want this moment to end missing the comfort of Carter's lips on mine, holding on to his shoulders and pulling him back. I made the move this time and planted my lips back. Carter's hands immediately went to my hips as if that is where they belonged. Grasping on to his neck in an instinctive attempt to bring him closer if that was even possible. The collision of our bodies opened something in me, I was flying up to the clouds soaring through hues of pink and orange. Wanting it to last forever, but the reality of both of us needing to catch our breaths came crashing down.

What would you do if you discovered your life was a total lie? Do you fear it and continue on? Or do you leave behind everything you know and discover your new one? Nova Pierce, a black high school student, has been living in a city called West Point since she could remember. What's so special about this community? It's a gated community, need I say more? Nova's life has been all about keeping up a perfect appearance so others wouldn't see her as "different" according to her parents. They fear they will be treated inferior if they show their "true colors". As a result, Nova knows nothing about her culture or her parents childhood or in other words: she's been "whitewashed". However, growing up, Nova always felt something was missing but she didn't know what it was. This begins to change when Nova discovers her life is all a lie after meeting the newest black kids in West Point: Justin and Tiffany Carlton. How will Justin and Tiffany help Jaylyn discover her true self and culture? What will she do with this new information?

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She is always valued but never respected. She struggles with her identity, but it soon becomes the least of her worries as she is thrown into a world of war; sent on a journey from where there is no return. I will try to keep as close as possible to the actual epic, but will have to take some liberties since most of his/her life is unknown.

Born with a defect made her feel less of a human and more of an object. But he made her realize that she is still beautiful.