Fightback Stories

𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝟷𝟼 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎...𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚜? 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 .

Every morning that I enter my office, I am afraid. Every time my boss calls me into his cabin, panic rises in my stomach like bile. Every promotion, every pay-check brings along with it a new fear. Even coffee spilled on my shirt, even a missing pen. If there is a hell of Earth? It is contained within the four walls of Mr. Santana's cabin. ( entry for Amazon Prime's #Panic Writing Contest )

A collection of poetry from a very messed up mind

✨ The Rise of Love and Justice: The Debt of Love ✨ A Story of Betrayal, Resistance, and the Rise of the Silenced --- In a world where promises are broken under the weight of power and bloodlines, Karzz is the haunting tale of two souls-Deep Raj Singh and Aarohi Kashyap-torn apart by those who should've protected them. Betrothed in childhood, their love was destined. But in the shadows of the Luthra mansion, where loyalty is currency and women are pawns, their union becomes a battleground. Manoj, Deep's power-hungry stepbrother, schemes to steal Aarohi-not just as revenge, but to mark his dominance forever. Roma, a matriarch fueled by vengeance, supports his monstrous ambitions. Caught between their cruelty is Priyanka, Manoj's shattered wife, too broken to speak but not too numb to feel. On the night of their wedding, Deep and Aarohi taste love... and immediately face terror. From forced rituals to a locked door meant to strip Aarohi of her dignity, the couple stands at the edge of ruin. But what they didn't expect was the rise of fire within them-the courage to fight. What begins as silent endurance soon erupts into war. Deep finds his voice. Aarohi finds her sword. Together, they find the strength to burn every chain. But in a house built on betrayal, can love truly conquer? Or will their fight cost them everything? --- 🔥 Rise of Love and justice is not just a love story. It's a rebellion. A reckoning. A debt paid in blood, tears... and defiance.

Every year on January first a special ceremony takes place. A ceremony that includes putting every 18 year old into a deep sleep. While the barley adults sleep the words leaders watch their dreams in order to determine who would fit in what jobs as they 18 year olds enter society. Now imagine falling asleep and waking up with the ability to hop between dreams. Not only that, imaging those special world leaders are now out to get you because of it. Now Meet Eliot, a girl who had that exact experience. Follow along as Eliot learns about her strange ability, the real reason behind the ceremonies, and how to love in this thrilling adventure in which a girl learns to follow her dreams. ( WARNING: There will be cursing and brief kissing)

This is Challenge #1. a support letter for those who have been rescued for human trafficking rings or other human trafficking things.

This story is a complete work of fiction, constructed on a basic ideology of perfection. It serves the sole purpose of telling people that imperfection is perfect in itself, you just learn to accept and stop rejecting everything good that comes your way just because you think, it is not perfect. And also conveying along, that no matter you're where, at the peak or the crest, your parents will always love you and be with you. Hopefully, my readers will get this. Again, it is a creative and completely imagination-based work, all pictures used in this story are downloaded from Google and have no intention to hurt anybody, please forgive any mistakes and guide me further for improvisation by providing your precious time and feedback. Thank you. Om Namah Shivaya :)

Rule One

Its a collection of few poems written from deep within during this Covid pandemic. I was staying alone during the initial months of the pandemic and many things were n't going as expected since long. The poems give motivation, hope, will to survive and fight. Some of them touch the supreme power and higher self. Hope you love it.

A poem about the fight of minority groups against the current, prejudiced societal system that is the patriarchy.

Hardly around 8pm at the night, I had to go to a medical store located in a dimly populated part of the place where I reside. The comments, the stares is usually what we Indian women face when on road.. It's a short story about how I didn't back down on the comment and gestures made by a person while on way back home.

A take on the Footprints in the Sand poem. But this takes place in the ring, where the fight is constant. There is one thing for sure, we must never give up, no matter how much it hurts.

A collection of real stories on bullying. Sometimes it comes in a whisper, sometimes a shout. Downcast eyes. The fear of confrontation. "It's a feeling which lives in the deepest recesses of your soul. Embarrassment. Shame. Doubt. Terror..." she paused. "Rage." J. Woods - Age: 14

They say storms are temporary. They say storms eventually fade. They say after every storm comes a rainbow. But not mine. My life is a constant whirling hurricane of destruction. It seemed like the pain will never end, the scars will never heal. There seems like no hope, that is until Rylen Matthews came along.

Just a random rant

They think I'm insane. Everyone thinks I'm insane. Hell, if you knew what I had done or what I had seen, you'd think so as well. How do I know this? Well it's because every human being is the same. They're all selfish, arrogant and thick-skulled. Still don't believe me? Well I'll tell you my story, then you'll see that I was right. Then you'll see, just how cruel the world truly is. Although I must warn you, you're being lied to. No-one is telling the truth. But hey, that's what I'm here for. I'll tell you a true story... my story.

What was my fault? Can somebody tell me.......what was MY fault. Just because he died are you going to kill me as well? I am a human being when will I be treated as one? What was my fault ? Even after 70 years of independence why am I not free ? What did I do be disowned not only by the society but also by my family ? WAS IT REALLY MY FAULT ?

Libya Dane lives in a world where everyone and everything must be perfect. If not, most people think that Fair, the planet Libya lives on, will crash and burn in a fiery demise. Libya threatens this perfect society, along with a group called the Abnormal Ones. She grows up an orphan, but only to find that both of her parents are alive, and one of them is responsible for her partially missing arm. Her mother is part of the Abnormal Ones, and her father is just the opposite. Libya must fight for her beliefs, life, and friends. Will she survive the fight against society, or will the Abnormal Ones be defeated?