Proud storie

In a dark, raging storm, two girls struggle to survive at any cost. They watched their home-the village where they grew up-be destroyed in the war, and now they are forced to live as beggars. With no one to rely on but each other, they will do whatever it takes to survive.

Tips on how to look after and care for natural hair. Includes things I have learnt along the way from my personal experiences, product reviews and other random pieces of information I think of writing about. Wear your crowns with pride!

Happy Pride Monthhhh ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 I Wanted To Write A Encouraging Poem For All LGBTQ Community/Supporters . Stay Open. Stay Loud. Stay Proud . Perfection Isn't A Title, It's Loyalty To Your True Self . No Matter Who You Are, Where You Are, How You Move . Long As You Live In Confidence, You'll Always Be Undefeated . Enjoy ❗️ Please Like, Vote, And Comment Feedback . Thank You For Supporting ❗️

A poem I wrote in 8th grade hope u guys enjoy

He advanced towards me and stated : " I know everything about you Miss Rania Ali Ahmed,like you are poor I know,hardly makes both ends meet for the education of your younger brother and for medication of your ill mother,I know that too ANDDD I also know you work in this third class bakery to cope up with your needs or whatever you call it." he said (as if he was counting my miseries) prolonging the word 'and' while circling his index finger towards the cieling of the bakery.I smiled inwardly as how easily I can make fool out of people. With this, he pulled a chair from dinning table behind him,turned it and sat on it putting his legs on the dinning table.He took a while to stare at me and then he said," I can change your life,I can put an end to your miserable life,and yeah I forgot to introduce myself.I am Ibraa...." I cut him off saying " Mr.Ibrahim Saeed,son of Entrepreneur Saeed Ali,heir of Saeed enterprises,3rd year business student,height 6.2',blood group A+ve, currently studying in DASE business university,you are *not the only one* who lives in modern world." I ended my sentence with a little smirk on my face...and His Face,his face was beyond shocked ... but before he could come out of his astonishment,I left the place. I am screaming right now.... It's not even a week since I started writing my story and it's getting popular already.... Alhumdulilah #1 Rania out of 65 stories #9 ibrahim out of 128 stories #35 proud out of 1.34k stories #108 ego out of 1.94k stories #62 nikkah out of 568 stories #850 misunderstandings out of 9.88k stories Edited 3/3/23

The following Life is Strange story takes place between Before the Storm and Life is Strange 1. The games are set 3 years apart from each other. In my story I protected Rachel from the truth,which will definitely have a place to play in the story.

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Things were smooth and well for her,her life was every girls' wish. she's always supported by her family, her dad the most. She think no one can stop her from what she like and what to do. She always says'it a free world everyone has his right to do what he want'. She always feel herself.But what she thought was wrong!. Things became hard for her after she lost almost everything. How would she survive? ---So, Find out yourself. This is my first book, hope you will enjoy it.

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A melanin Goddess who loves her skin.

A poetry. This is just vent poetry I felt like I had to put out there somewhere. Here's a snippet: Oh white rose, oh white rose Let me paint you red You'd look so in all your glory Trust me white rose, you'll be just as pretty... ^cover not mine I'm actually quite proud of how it turned out

⭐A poem about Christmas⭐

A Mother's Love,

I bleed ~ I bleed words I bleed poetry I bleed emotions I bleed, by my words By every red ink i use to stroke every piece of my emotions that flows throughout my veins The red ink that mimics every piece of entity I bleed It paints every words I throw unto the paper I frenzy with the pen that let's me flow wildly on the piece of paper I bleed Almost everyday But not just typical bleeding More like internal bleeding. Just a bit of emotion I bleed -faith duve (This book is a collection of poetry that includes,love ,self love,hate ,and life in general ,it includes all different kind of love ,like friendship love,romantic love etc... i hope you enjoy this book ,by the way its my first poetry book)

This is the story of how I lost over 20lbs.

Warning: This story needs editing so things might be a little messy. Also characters are not fixed yet. Bear with me please! --------------- Ariana Hayworth - a girl with one motive in her life...to get her Freedom. ----------------------- "What's the point of looking at the watch again and again when you can't get up on time? I told you so many times to get up earlier. Now look you're late." dad scolded. I was already nervous about the school program, I must thanks my dad for such a "loving" support. And it was raining, Just Great! Ignoring dad, I just prayed that I get there on time. Finally we reached my school, ignoring my dad yet again ran towards the school and entered. "Sh!t I'm so late" I whispered. As I was running, suddenly I saw huge figures in front of me. I wanted to stop but it was too late. Bang!!! I slipped and collided with someone and soon we kissed the floor. Can the day get any better? I was too shocked to open my eyes but when I did....I saw beautiful emerald eyes staring intensely at me, I could live my life just by looking at them I thought. I blushed looking at our postion, I was literally on the top of him, probably crushing him with my weight. Oh boy! He was about to say something but before he could speak, someone held my arm roughly and dragged me upwards. Before I could even understand what was happening, I saw 4 guns pointed at me. "AKM" I whispered astonished *hey I play pubg okay?* I closed my eyes. This is it I'm gonna die, I don't even know why! I love you mum and dad! Melody is gonna take all my clothes urgh!! You're dying Ari and you're thinking about your clothes! Wow! I thought. Goodbye world! "Stop!!!" a hot voice shouted. P.S: it's the first time I'm writing a story. I hope you like it. Sorry for the grammatical errors!

Family

a book full of poems.