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~ This memoir chronicles the journey of Mia Z. Edwards, exploring the significant places and influential figures that have shaped her life. From the housing projects of Southeast Washington, D.C., where the strength of her mother served as a profound foundation, to the wisdom of neighborhood matriarchs. Mia navigates heartbreak and demonstrates remarkable resilience in her pursuit of employment on Capitol Hill, despite having only a high school education and no prior job experience. She sought spiritual healing after experiencing a traumatic betrayal, confronted the challenges of working within the government, and prepared mentally for two transformative years of travel on behalf of the U.S. government. The culmination of these experiences empowered her to become an indispensable office secretary to high-ranking government officials, contributing to the emergence of her captivating storytelling voice. Crafted through poignant vignettes, the narrative reveals one truth at a time, structured in six parts: Foundations, Networking, Betrayal, The Tyrant Boss, Business Travels, and Secretarial Diaries. ~ Updates on weekdays. ~ Image Credit: Canva

Welcome backstage! This is me, the author, baring my mind to you. Have a good stay :3

A Popular Cheerleader and An Alternative Art Freak *********** After Darcy finds out a secret her once beloved boyfriend has been keeping from her she finds comfort in her new friend, Juno. The only problem is there might be more feelings then they intended.

A deeply personal reflection on the weight of feeling like a disappointment to someone who believes in you more than you believe in yourself. It explores the quiet tension between love, expectations, and self-doubt, and the painful gap between how others see you and how you see yourself. At its core, it asks one haunting question: is the disappointment real, or has it all been shaped by your own fear?

To all the hopeless romantics and people who enjoy fluffy, cute love stories: This is it. You found what you've been looking for. This is basically just me telling you guys about the person I like and giving you updates for fun. Trust me, this isn't some crush case where It's one-sided and I swoon for someone who doesn't know I exist. My experiences with them are interesting, and I hope you find them as exciting as I do! Also, there will be no inappropriate chapters, and I will answer almost any question.

I am making this book to share my experience with Autism, I am not yet fully diagnosed but I am working on it with my mother but it will not be a right away thing but we heavily believe that I am autistic and the professionals we are in contact with currently agree. You can use this as something to help diagnose yourself but make sure to use other resources too and try to get a professional diagnoses. I will not lie about my experiences and I will be getting into the more unpleasant things. Reason for cover: The cover is of Tetcho Suehiro from Bungo Stray Dogs and he is head cannoned to have Autism and I am a fiction kin of him!

──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 is a poetic memoir of becoming, an unfolding of myself, one fragile petal at a time. This collection traces my journey through the fragile and tangled years of teenagehood. Through each poem, you would get a glimpse of raw and unfiltered moments of love, heartbreak, loss, confusion and even hints of clarity. The title is more than just a name : it is a metaphor of growth and acceptance . Each year, each experience was a petal unfolding . Some were soft like teenage innocence while others were jagged, stained with blood, weathered by heartbreak and resilient in reaching. Some were glowing red under the eternal sunlight of euphoria while others were withered due to the droughts of insecurity and floods of pent up emotions . But together these roses compose the bouquet of my becoming. Now I offer this bouquet to you, dear reader, and hope you find petals of your own and embrace the garden you are meant to be. ──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝟒 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ⟪ h i g h e s t r a n k i n g s ⟫ #1 in poesia (out of 15k stories) #1 in spokenword (out of 4.57k stories) #1 in personalthoughts (out of 2.5k stories) #1 in personalexperience (out of 1.57k stories) #1 in freeverse (out of 7.74k stories)

𝟓×𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 An assortment of poems. From personal experiences and miscellaneous musings to feelings that have long lingered in me, this book contains poems inspired by whatever comes to my mind. ❝ 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴? 𝘓𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 - 𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦. ❞ 𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝒀 @𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 ("Narrative Poetry" & "Free Verse") - 14/4/2025 & 31/7/2024 @𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐬 ("Shorts & Poems") - 14/4/2025 @𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 ("Poetic Marvels") - 1/4/2022 @𝐂𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 ("Cappuccino") - 6/4/2022 𝑨𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑫𝑺 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 - The Blossom Awards, 2023 𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 - The Borderverse Awards, 2022 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 - #𝟏𝟗 𝐢𝐧 #𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲

A blank expression, is all that I could ever need. So, let me express my thoughts with my writing.

I'm not a great writer. It's not my main focus when it comes to the arts. Despite that, I still adore it as a hobby and I want to improve on It. This is my book of personal poems/stories, mostly non-fiction.

Being Indian American feels like living in a pressure cooker wrapped in a smile. You're told to be perfect, productive, palatable - never loud, never intimidating. But travel to India, and you'll meet folks who are bold, stylish, confident, and unapologetically gangsta. DEAR DIASPORA, YOU'RE NOT THE MAIN CHARACTER is a sharp, personal callout - not to India, but to the suffocating performance of "representation," perfectionism and intraracial competition that dominates Desi life in the West. This isn't a sob story - it's a truth bomb. A cultural essay that demands real freedom, not filtered branding. If you're ready to sip some realness, break free from the cage of expectations, and find your max pro aura - this is for you. 🍋 Bold. Tart. Sweet. Unfiltered. 🍋 Just like a glass of limeade on a hot day.

I'm a creep I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here. HAHA So yeah, it's about me.

Iris was a girl who remembered everything that mattered... even the smallest feelings, even the people she thought she had forgotten. Zane was just a senior boy-quiet, distant, and unknown. Until one day, Iris saw him and something inside her stopped. Time felt frozen. Her heart reacted before her mind could understand. He didn't notice her... but she felt like she already knew him. Was it coincidence... or a memory she was meant to find again? A story about forgotten pasts, first sight feelings, and emotions that refuse to disappear.

Story Description May mga karanasang kayang kalimutan ng panahon. At mayroon namang mga pangyayaring kahit lumipas ang maraming taon ay nananatiling malinaw sa isipan. Ang aklat na ito ay koleksiyon ng mga personal kong karanasan, mga kuwentong nasaksihan, narinig, at naranasan ko mismo-mga pangyayaring hanggang ngayon ay hindi ko pa rin maipaliwanag. Mula sa isang anyong walang ulo na nakaupo sa paanan ng kama, hanggang sa mga kakaibang tunog at presensyang nagpaparamdam sa kalaliman ng gabi, bawat kuwento ay hango sa mga alaalang hindi kailanman nawala sa aking isip. Hindi ko layuning patunayan kung totoo o hindi ang mga ito. Nais ko lamang ikuwento ang mga pangyayaring nag-iwan ng takot, misteryo, at mga tanong na hanggang ngayon ay wala pa ring kasagutan. Kung handa kang sumilip sa mga aninong hindi ko nakalimutan, halika at samahan mo akong balikan ang mga gabing sana'y hindi na lamang nangyari.

These are some poems I wrote. I started about a year ago. I wrote them in a very difficult period of my life that was very overwhelming and in which I worried a lot. Please be nice, I know they might not be the best, and I'm open to feedback, but the poems are very personal so please no hate :) Please also beware that some of the poems might discuss some darker themes, such as mentionings of blood, self-harm and/or suicide, these were not written to shock people so they shouldn't be too frightening, but if you're very sensitive to that kind of stuff or if that could be triggering, please keep that in mind before starting to read. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy ! PS: I was in the process of getting help while writing these and if you are feeling like this or relating to any of the poems in this collection I highly encourage you to consider if you might benefit from getting help from a mental health professional and/or talking to someone you trust about what's on your mind, preferably a parent or trusted adult, but a friend can help a lot as well! You don't have to go through it alone.

A set of rather deep poems.

I thought I'd make a book of poetry and my thoughts because I was told I was a good writer, so why not? A collection of my strange experiences and thoughts and sone poems and songs, maybe some longer stuff but I'm afraid a lot of it will be very short.

The ubiquitous tiffin carrier of the orient. What fills it? Rice, the staple of many a household. Chicken curry, once a luxury, now a beloved. Fried Kailan, some love it, some hate it. Mutton soup, homely, an impact of flavour. And the spice in all the dishes. Star anise, turmeric, pepper. Bitter, dreadful on their own, but alas an important and well-needed part of the ensemble. Poetry and emotion are alike that tiffin carrier of the bygone era, and this is a journey through my meals of life. (disclaimer: not actually about food)

It's all about learnings from the person's experiences.

How life felt one day at the beach