Findingmeaning storie

Nice to meet you after all these years. You've grown so well. You look like a lot like your your mother. I smiled, getting a little uncomfortable with the comparison to my mother. "I see. I'm glad to give you company". "Thank you dear. It has been 10 years since I got Alzheimer and your mother just left me here. You sound kinder than her". I choked on my coffee hearing what she said, "What do you mean my mother?", I asked shockingly, not caring about respect for that second. "Yes, she used to visit me everyday when you were born. Huh! Sweet old times! Unfortunately, it has been 2 years". She seemed serious, more like disappointed, the real disappointment that one could not fake. I was about to blame her fuzzy logic on her alzheimer but she startled me with just a photo on her phone. A mid aged lady wearing a red dress that revealed most of her neck with her smiling widely, both of them holding champagne, looking like they were about to pass out. I scrunched up my mind a little and tried remembering my mom's face . The last time I checked, my mother didn't have a twin. I kind of grabbed the phone from her and rechecked the photo to only notice that it was taken exactly 2 years ago. I was shocked and tried to put things together but failed miserably. "But my parent's death were 5 years ago. How can my mother still be alive?" A story where a 19 year old girl, Chasey goes on an "uncalled for" adventure to find the last puzzle piece she craved for, all her life. Is she desperate? Yes. Will people show the same interest as her in finding their own unique mystery, investing their time and money? No. Why did she chose to? especially when it's not do or die. Because it was a need for her not a want. Word count - approx 28000

"Falling into the dark sea of deception Wearing an attire to hide our naked souls " Poetries expressing feelings of discovering emotions. And exploring new experiences and outlook of various moments of life. If you are into this stuff then you should really read. Thank you for Reading if you decide to.LOL😂 ********* Don't forget to comment and vote😘

As a child, this world seems colorful, but as we age, what happened? When did it go wrong? This is a story of a group of people who have different colors that blended with each other.

"Whispers in Solitude" is a heartfelt poem about finding connection through shared struggles. The author pours their heart out on the pages, hoping to reach those who have fought similar battles in the darkness of loneliness. This poem is not about fame or recognition, but about reaching out to those who bear the same scars. Through shared wounds, a bond is formed, and the author hopes to guide readers through moments of loneliness and hold their hand until the darkness ends. This poem is a reminder that in our struggles, we can find strength and empathy, and that together, we can navigate life's daunting maze.

truly this is just me taking a journey into my psyche

Whether it's through the metaphor of tides, the cocoon of self-discovery, or the pursuit of hope and healing after life's storms, the poems in "Reflections in Still Waters" remind us that we can find a way to heal and grow, even in the midst of pain and difficulty. Ultimately, the collection encourages readers to embrace the beauty of self-acceptance and inner strength, and to find peace and restoration through introspection and quiet contemplation.

Some stories don't begin with love. They begin with running. Running from hospital corridors that smell like endings. Running from questions no one should have to answer so young. Running from a future that suddenly feels too short. The Leaf is a quiet, slow-burning story set in the misty lanes of Shimla - where nights stretch longer than days and silence often speaks louder than people. It follows a girl who lives between moments, sketching life as if she's afraid it might disappear if she stops looking. And a boy who laughs easily, carries lightness on the surface, but hides a childhood weight he never learned how to name. They don't meet in dramatic ways. They collide. They pause. They sit in silence. Between late-night cafés, half-finished noodles, classic movies, empty roads, and sunrises that feel like borrowed miracles, two strangers begin to share something unnamed - not love, not friendship, but a fragile understanding that some connections don't need promises to be real. This is a story about: moments that don't last but stay forever conversations that happen after midnight art made to survive loneliness and the strange comfort of being seen without being explained The Leaf isn't about how long a story lasts. It's about how deeply it touches before it falls.

Fiona Jackson doesn't really believe in anything. Not love. Not God. Not people. Not even herself, most days. Her story starts in 7th grade with a new school and a quiet attempt to become someone else. As the years go by, friendships shift, confidence cracks, and life gets heavier in ways no one warns you about. There are late-night conversations that mean more than they're supposed to, quieter years where Fiona learns how to keep to herself, and moments where everything she's been holding in finally spills over. This isn't a romance. It's a coming-of-age story about doubt, growing up confused, and slowly figuring out what - if anything - is worth believing in.

A musician gone deaf because of an ear infection. Lost all hope in life. He decided to end it, but a fateful encounter with someone stops him. That someone is a researcher to give deaf people hearing. Will Luthfe recover his hearing? Is it a sign or just a coincidence.

After living most of her life under the control of her father,she is sold off but is her reason for survival her growing affection to Mazhar ,the oath she made or the affection she finds by chance but refuses to acknowledge.

Everyone has their inner demons. But a lot of the time they go unheard, unfelt by others. This story divulges on the ideas of how we can sometimes perceive ourselves, how we just want to sometimes escape. The story is in all the ways a work of fiction, created through the haphazardness of anyone trying to work out their inner thoughts. I don't expect this story to get any, if at all, an audience. But if you see this thank you! And just know that there is always someone there for you!

Twist your mind and follow the journey of three characters as they navigate through the twists and turns of a psychological thriller. Intelligence and cunning are put to the test in a story that will keep you guessing until the very end. 10 Parts chapters, 10 chapters.

You change a lot growing up but you also find out what it means to be something. You discover what defines you. I discovered that when I was twelve years old in a basement playing old games. Ever since then, I wanted to tell the world.

The search for purpose. image/cover credits: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/633387438039338/

Life isn't always what we make it out to be, but that doesn't mean that it can't still be unbelievable. Living in today's world, with so many people insufferably living together upon one single planet, it is only natural-- it seems-- to feel as though we must each find ourselves a great and meaningful purpose: something that makes us stand out in all the chaos, that sweeps people off their feet, and seemingly gives meaning to our all too mundane heart beats. But, for Elyzandar, this can also make one feel lost, and even drowning, in an inconspicuous sea. Are there some people, he wonders, who simply cannot make their soul sing?

This book is about a journey trying to find the meaning of life. Inside this book there are chapters, and in each chapter I talk about thoughts/concepts I have of the idea of humanity and how society works. You are more than welcome to write your opinions down while you read this, i would love to look at your ideas. WARNING: This book is written in my perspective, so if you don't like my opinions or they way i think, please don't leave any hate comments and just stop reading the book.

A place that you might need when you're brainstorming about the characters of infinity. The places and characters here are portrayed to the best of my imagination.

Hey, yo! Men are scarce ooo! Abi na only for my side? I can't be the only one who is beyond 'of age' to get married but still isn't. In fact, not only am I not married, I sight no prospect of marriage in the horizon. Can't catch a whiff of it no matter how well I concoct my feminine charms. I no longer even dream despite how intensely I fantasize about it before I shut my eyes every night. It seems so quiet. I seem to be alone in this wasteland but something tells me that no be only me waka come. I am not really alone in this. I cannot be - or am I? Take a peek into the diary of Miss Ndagi, hear her out and see if you can't relate to her woes. NOTE: If the only way you can enjoy a romance story is if it has a lot of SMUT or X-Rated content, then I'm afraid this book is not the one you should be reading. ❤️❤️❤️ UPDATES EVERY FRIDAY, IN SHĀ ALLĀH. ENJOY!