Florencenightingale Stories

Women who have contributed to the fields of science, medicine and math. They paved the way for future generations, made groundbreaking discoveries, many times while being outshone or downtrodden by their male counterparts.

I am not proud of this work as it heavily relied on wikipedia, so if you have any tips that you think I can use to avoid relying on my research and make my own thing from research instead of regurgitating what they wrote, please let me know! This is a biography for Florence Nightingale

Somethings are too important to forget. Even in the hardest situations. Flora is sent into a hellhole, a complete prison, known as the Glade. Her memories plucked from her, but there just the one boy who seems to help her piece it back together. Flora is short for Florence Nightingale, the founder of nursing. I do not own any of the characters except for Flora, the rest of the characters belong to James Dashner himself.

FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE EFFECT: A SYNDROME IN WHICH A CAREGIVER FALLS FOR HIS OR HER PATIENT. WHAT IF A THIRD PERSON WHO IS A DOCTOR DECIDES TO FORGET ALL HIS MORALS TO MAKE YN LOVE HIM BACK. WHAT IF JUNGKOOK IS GONNA LOSE YN? THIS IS GONNA BE SOME INTENSE SHIT. EXCITED, RIGHT? LET'S READ AND FIND OUT WHAT'S HAPPENING.

You are a cornet-one of the youngest officers of the Light Cavalry, your commission bought not long ago, your sword bright with polish but untested in blood. Crimea is to be your proving ground, or your grave. No one can say which. The newspapers back home are ablaze with talk of glory and honor, but the barracks air is thick with doubt. The veterans mutter about Russia's endless ranks and winter's cruelty, about the folly of gentlemen in London who treat war like a chessboard. Still, your regiment-the Light Brigade-rides with pride. Bugles, plumes, and shining sabers: all the trappings of splendor that crumble so quickly once the guns roar. When orders finally come, there is no hesitation. Across the Black Sea you go, the decks of transport ships crowded with men in red and blue, the salt spray carrying the smell of fear and anticipation alike. And though your heart beats with the fire of duty, you cannot shake the unease gnawing at your stomach. You will see combat soon. You will kill, or be killed. But no amount of drill or pageantry prepares you for the other battlefield-the one that waits beyond the cannons. Rows upon rows of the wounded. Fevers burning hotter than gunpowder. The sound of groans louder than bugles. It is there, amid the stench of disease and despair, that you will meet her. The Lady with the Lamp. Florence Nightingale.

This is a series of several Divergent fanfiction romance short stories involving Eric and Tris. ***There will be Christian themes discussed.*** #3 christianity 12/9/24 #5 jai 12/29/24 #5 factionless 1/7/25 #5 eris 2/17/25