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  • Peace life ,Who ? by changu4x
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    hehhe buckle up i am just a girl 🎀
  • Where He placed my steps  by eddsfhjjm
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    PROLOGUE I used to think life would go the way I planned it. That if I tried hard enough, prayed enough, and stayed on the right path... everything would fall into place just the way I imagined. But life doesn't work like that. Sometimes, it takes things from you before you even understand their value. Sometimes, it gives you what you didn't ask for... and expects you to grow into it. And sometimes... it leads you down paths you never would have chosen for yourself. If you had told me years ago that my life would turn out this way, I would have laughed. Not because it was impossible. But because I had my own plans. Plans about school. Plans about love. Plans about the kind of life I thought I deserved. I didn't know then that not everything is meant to go according to what we want. Some things are already written. Through the years, I have been a daughter trying to understand loss... A sister learning responsibility too early... A girl struggling between what she feels and what she believes... And a woman learning that love, faith, and life are not always as simple as they seem. There were moments I questioned everything. Moments I wanted things differently. Moments I didn't understand why my story had to unfold the way it did. But looking back now... I see it. Every delay. Every heartbreak. Every unexpected turn. None of it was random. It was all written. And this... is my story.
  • Call me Victoria by Ataiesara
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    In the heart of a war-torn Middle Eastern village, amidst the chaos and destruction, a newborn girl lay swaddled in makeshift blankets. Her cries mingled with the distant echoes of conflict, yet she survived against all odds. This was the beginning of Victoria's story-a tale of resilience and transformation.
  • I Left Before I Knew I Was Living by ashrafkhuboni
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    There was a time when I was writing... without knowing I was leaving. This collection brings together blog entries written years ago - raw, expressive, and honest in ways I did not fully understand at the time. These are moments of observation, culture, curiosity, and quiet questioning. I have not rewritten them. I have simply returned to them. Because sometimes, you don't realise you were documenting change... until life has already moved you forward. This is Part I. The version of me that was still learning.
  • Fragmented by Daniela9768214085
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    Since she was a child, she longed for freedom-rivers, skies, and places where no one knew her name. She wanted more than a quiet life... but life had other plans. Raised by a mother who was equal parts elegance and sorrow, she grew up too fast. A protector, a daughter, a dreamer lost inside duty. Her father left, her mother fell ill, and she buried her longing under responsibility and silence. Now thirty-five, with a gentle partner and a life of stability, she wakes from a dream that takes her back-to summer mornings, soft laughter, and the hug she'll never feel again. The ache of her past crashes into the present, and questions rise: Can you move forward without forgetting who you were? What do you do when freedom finally comes, but the cost is losing what held you together? A deeply personal journey told through memory, grief, and quiet hope, Fragmented is the story of a woman learning that healing isn't about erasing the past-it's about carrying it with grace. These short stories capture the introspective and nostalgic travel across my memories, blending realism with a touch of fantasy.
  • Enough  by AstraenWrites
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    They call me hardworking. They say I'm good. But no one sees the nights I spend wishing I could stop trying to be enough. A heartfelt, first-person short story about pressure, comparison, and learning to find peace - not in perfection, but in simply being. I am Enough We are Enough.
  • How she changed what I wanted  by Gx_gaia
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    A letter to the reader or a reflection: "I never knew I could feel this way about a girl... until I did......"
  • Memoirs of a Sidechick by ashrafkhuboni
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    It is all fun and games until the other person catches feelings. A love triangle like no other.
  • Wind and Fire by RiixhFever
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    Told through the eyes of a daughter searching for meaning in the ashes of her mother's life, Wind and Fire is a hauntingly intimate portrait of a woman who loved too hard, hurt too long, and left too soon. Amira Grace Byers was only Six when her mother, Novalee, died by suicide. In the aftermath, Amira is left with questions no one can answer and memories that won't stop speaking. Determined to understand the woman who raised her-and to finally make peace with the pain she left behind -Amira begins to write. What emerges is a breathtaking account of Novalee's life: a spirited Black girl with a too-big heart and too-little guidance, growing up in a world that mistook her tenderness for weakness. From her troubled teenage years filled with older men and whispered mistakes, to becoming a mother far too young, Novalee's story unfolds with raw beauty and quiet tragedy. Amira pieces it together not just from what she remembers, but from what was left unsaid-from journals, photographs, stories passed down, and the silence in between. As Amira writes, she begins to heal. Wind and Fire becomes more than a memoir; it becomes a letter to her mother who wasn't able to save herself and a daughter still trying to forgive herself. Heartbreaking and hopeful in equal measure, this story is a meditation on grief, generational trauma, young motherhood, and the legacy of love.
  • Twice Promised by kcuf625
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    BUY NOW ON AMAZON https://a.co/d/7qZyAuz Twice Promised When Ava Sinclair returns home early from work, she doesn't expect to find a stranger's name on her wedding invitation-let alone dozens of identical cards addressed to women she's never heard of. One of them? Riley Monroe, a confident event planner with a sparkling ring and a groom named Daniel Hartley. The same Daniel Ava is supposed to marry in three weeks. As Ava's picture-perfect future collapses into a twisted web of deception, she discovers she's not just one half of a love story-she's a chapter in someone's double life. With Riley by her side and secrets unraveling faster than vows can be written, Ava must decide if the truth is worth more than the love she thought she had. But as new friendships form and old wounds resurface, Ava realizes that betrayal doesn't always end in heartbreak-sometimes, it opens the door to healing. And just when she thinks the lies are finally behind her... one letter changes everything. He promised forever to two women. But only one will walk away with the truth.
  • Papa S'bu: There Are Seven Days in a Week by ashrafkhuboni
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    Look, this book? It's a love letter to the township - but don't get it twisted; you don't have to be from here to get it. Whether you're chilling in a fancy villa in Spain or hustling somewhere else, these stories speak to you because love and struggle? They don't check your address. This is a free zone. If you don't vibe with it, no worries, the township will still be here, doing its thing, surviving and thriving, with or without you. And me? I give thanks to the same streets that raised me. Even when I'm sitting in my office, switching between languages like a pro, deep down, I'm still that township boy - sharp, stubborn, and full of stories to tell. Each chapter is a day in the life of people who refuse to be boxed in by their pasts. It's messy, real, and sometimes raw - but always honest. So, pull up a chair, open your mind, and maybe, just maybe, you'll see yourself in these pages.