Shewrites Stories

Aradhana Patil had always been the quiet one. The girl who blended in, who followed the rules, who never said too much. But behind her silence lived Siya - a voice she only let out on paper. Until one accidental email changes everything. Thrown into a world of stories, letters, and a boy who simply listens, Aradhana begins a journey she never planned - not toward escape, but toward becoming. A soft tale of quiet rebellion, emotional healing, and a love that doesn't try to fix you... just sees you. "Some people read you like a book. But some... just hold you like a secret you didn't want to hide anymore."

A personal love experience made the writer to write what she felt. She hated reality. It killed her. A poetess was born. @she_is_a_poetess (instagram)

2020 has been a crazy year thus far. Why this specific year and why not 2019, or 2017? Because, this is the year that everything flipped upside down and nothing is the same; a real rollercoaster you know? I'm sure you do. While I'm surprised, and happy by the turn of events, I'm left shaken, because I'm not sure what this means... Shit's crazy 😂🤷🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️... What in The Universe ... 🦋 My writing style is Prose.

A poem

"I've left so much pain unspoken and my scars don't seem to be fading anytime soon "-Grace Adebayo This book is a compilation of Grace Adebayo's life experiences and how she dealt with them. It encircles different aspects like love, family, relationships , mental health, social anxiety, depression, self love and self esteem. Plus there's plenty of gistttt😚 You've gotten this far. Why don't you stick around? Click and read🥺

The Closest Thing To Any Girl ...... Dear Diary!! :)

A poem

A poem

Short Hindi Love poems Also my covers are completely chosen and edited by me , feel free to txt if you want some help choosing and editing yours.

A haunting melody that refuses to fade, echoing memories of what could've been. For her, the rhythm is a bittersweet reminder of love, loss, and longing. As she holds on to the past, the beat of her heart beats in sync with the rhythm that reminds her of him, of them, and of the love that remains frozen in time. A novel written by: M H I A O Y

A collection of poems on love, loss and longing.

A poem

The stories of no one. Of everyone. Of Mosi.

My random hard won advice learned from 12 long years of marriage to a king of nothing. Nobody had to die for that guy to claim the title either, but he taught me the greatest lesson I could ever teach my children, and for that I am grateful. He unwittingly taught me that our bodies and hearts are ours to give if and how we choose, and we don't owe anything to anyone just because we love them. Life is not like the movies, we can't love anyone if we don't first love ourselves, and slapping a title on someone does not make it matter more than the cost of the ink it is written in. Step, Mr./Mrs., Mother, Husband, Wife, Father, King, or personal savior do not turn anyone into something more than what they really are, no amount of love or adoration can make a hero out of a joker, and that's not anyone's fault, that is just a fact. We are all capable of change, we all have a vision of what we wish we could be, but just because we say it doesn't make it so. I believe we all have goodness that can move mountains, but we all don't know how to get out of our own way to save ourselves when we are faced with the hard choices. This is my reminder to the ones that want more and know deep down, that no one else but ourselves can give it to us.

she does not flinch.she is not untouched.But she is unowned .The mirror still remembers.But it no longer speaks for her.it answers her name.part 2 of No pleasure comes from pain.For everyone who thought they wouldn't survive.

FIFTH POETRY COMPILATION Let her write for her wings would head to the hills -DEAR, LUNA

A poem

Poetry

This is a journal of me, someone who is recently broke up and trying to move on. As someone who enjoys writing a letter to him, I decided to write, every time my heart is missing him and longing to talk to him. It sounds pathetic, yes but this is what I at least would do, rather than suppressing my feeling and ends up crying.