Harshtruth Stories

No tongue at birth But It has tasted death This book is numbed with grief but it learned to breathe This bottle holds the bitter-sweet adventures I fetched on my journey of love and growth It all started with a walk And I was glued to his talk And... Words strummed my heart like a guitar And I felt the pull at my heartstrings Now all that my heart sings Is Hymn of him...Elfriedewestwood Rankings #11_Poetry (4th September 2024)

Hello everyone, we welcome you to the monthly magazine of Gods Squad. Here we are going to share with stories from mythology, articles on gods of various pantheons, essays on heroes and dissecting the hidden symbolism beneath various religions. We shall search for the truth and present them in front of you with valid facts and figures. Together, let's bring forth a new dawn! #JUSTICEFORHINDUS #JUSTICEFORANCIENTFAITHS

I'll never know the meaning of life but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy the thought of it. Brooklyn, the 18 year old who has a fresh start in life when she moves with her broken family to London. She thought is would be the same until she meet the tall curly headed boy who sits in front of her on her bus.

This story is about a teenager figuring her way out through life like anyone else. But this isn't any teenage story. This story tells you the harsh truth of being a young Adult. Especially the bad parts....

A short prose poem about being unattractive in this world.

well this is just a book where I'll be writing about everything that's going through me in my longterm relationship with my boyfriend and well..... I just wanted it out somehow and share it and feel it with the people who feeling the same. and if you don't like it then sorry for wasting your time. cheers;) p.s if you know who I am please don't ever mention it to me cause these thoughts are pretty personal and I'm not comfortable sharing it with my friends. :)

It's a story about how typical relationship are in 21st century

A story of deception.

Rank one at " BeBOld" It's the other way around. A poem to evoke Emotions which are now called Emojis. *Republished*

Fish bowls was an idea that came out of the pandemic this stupid distopian environment was what I came With from the mayhem of a chronicly online America think the matrix but neo is some fat bitch that didn't want to get involved to begin with cause her best friend resembles a discord mod

A story that is yet to be told by many. Actually, this is a story that I dreamed of and wanted to write. It might turn into a series, but this is the start of the whole story. Down below is the synopsis of the story. The mage lord knew his time was to find a successor. The other mage lord and ladies all agree that he should find somebody. Simple but hard to do, thought the mage as he traveled the world. He meets a boy and kidnaps him against his will only to learn the reality of what a true successor truly means.

Random poems, written by us: Elaine McAttybeth! No one's favorite poet with multiple personalities! We're all mad here, hope you enjoy our poems!

Anne Miller, She has struggled too many troubles in her life in a small age . She was from one of those who never trusted anyone . But when she decided to join Whitelocks University, little did she knew the troubles haven't gone away , instead they increased. And she had to put all the faith she had in , into her newly made friends just for the sake of herself. Dominic Williams, A very quiet and mysterious boy who have always known and seen happiness in his whole life but still feels that something is missing in his life. He's considered as member one of the richest family of the country. But when he barges in her life, he then got to know how life really ugly was and when he thought once stepping his foot in her life, he couldn't even imagine how badly life has treated her. And then him along with his group decides to helps Anne to pass the hurdles in life. Fasten your seatbelts Ladies and Gentlemen because here you're going to experience things like Mystery, Hatred, Love, Jealousy, Trauma and above all the Obsession you would've never heard or seen anywhere. Lets enjoy the roller coaster of Anne's and Dominic's life through this fiction book 'Void Of Emotion'.

just some personal experiences with life

"I opened the window I smelled the flowers I saw the sunset I felt the breeze Then foul smells of rotten tree hit my olfactory receptors Grounds were blood smothered I saw the fangs hit the ankle I heard the unpleasant sighs I smiled with all the sadness and I learnt to embrace the world..." The world can be poignant and it can be jubilous. Our world is how we percieve it. The reality and fantasy intertwines here to weave my voice which flows as words. This is how I Embrace the World, not with all the goodness and not with all the badness but with all the striking feelings I have. Poetry can be experienced through all senses, sometimes it's a divine sensation. Here, I present the collection of my poems.. Awards✨✨ 🥉3rd in The Peerless Introvert Awards 🥉3rd in Crazy Awards 🥉3rd in Bookaholics Zeal Awards

The story doesn't revolve around a certain character. You will find many people who are important. Anny is not like any other girls....she is different. With a brother like Blaze her life becomes worse as she comes across her brother's sins.

Maggie, Merle and Paige learn the struggle of being a werewolf in a human-dominated world. As things get more dangerous, the oldest two - Maggie and Merle - seem to have two different opinions on how to handle it. In the end, only one answer is right.

Join Lily Matthews and look at her journey through middle school.

For those who find living is very hard...... For those who never thought very deep yet keep on thinking the whereabouts of life...... These are my random thoughts .......which I get while wandering in my daydreams......from which my friends bring me to earth????.

//I don't need saving from monsters and devils. I need saving from love and lies// ** 'Zarron Smith' He said taking out his hand for me shake. Those hands. Those hands that would once cup my face and tell me how much the owner of the hands loved me. Those hands, I would hold to make me feel secure. Those hands I would dream that they would put ring in my finger. Those hands..wait. I mentally scolded myself to obsess over my ex's hands. Like what even, SERIOUSLY ELAINNE MARY DRAKE? Geez now I sound like my own mom. What is up with me. Wait, am I forgetting something? Satan cleared his throat in front of me. I looked up to see his highness smiling at me. Scoffs. His cheerfulness makes me wanna puke. 'Elianne Drake' I said faking a smile and shaking the hanging hand. He was still smiling, his perfect smile.. the smile that reaches his eyes and makes them twinkle like the stars. "ELIANNE......." I mentally thought of my mom yelling to stop me from falling from Satan all over again. Thinking all this, I didn't even realise how I was in the midst of a who-looks-away battle with Mr. Oh I'm so perfect himself. 'You look changed' He said finally breathing out. Funny, I thought. 'Well, sorry to disappoint you but I stopped crying for people that don't matter' I smirked a little. 'If that's what you meant...Zarron Smith'. His face held that look that I dreamt of seeing on his sorry face. Guess what honey. I'm done crying. Copyrights reserved.