Silentstories storie

This is my second book, even though I know I already started writing it in my first, The Quiet Between My Words. It lives in what comes after the silence..after the words were finally written, and the quiet no longer knew how to protect me. What began as fragments inside the first book grew into its own voice, shaped by apology, survival, and the slow act of continuing. These pages hold the things I couldn't say the first time, the emotions that stayed too long, and the healing that didn't arrive all at once. This is not a story about closure, but about learning to sit with what remains, to forgive the quiet, and to keep writing even when the heart is still catching up.

Every day, the same chair. The same view. But behind the glass, a quiet existence unfolds - one of waiting, wondering, creating, and hoping to be seen. This isn't a story of escape. It's a story of presence. One pane at a time. It also reflects life with disability - quietly seen, often misunderstood, but deeply felt.

Silence is the powerful and strongest sound.

"This is a moment suspended between sunlight and shadows, between innocence and judgment. A little girl reaches toward the world, her hand stretching for connection, and in her presence, truth whispers. Adults blind to currents beneath the surface pass her by, yet life pulses quietly, powerfully, beneath the ordinary. Every heartbeat, every glance, every fleeting interaction holds meaning far beyond what we see. Morning echoes with memory, with legacy, with the invisible threads that connect us all. This is about witnessing life as it unfolds, raw and unstoppable, and feeling the currents of humanity align in ways that cannot be ignored. These are the moments that remind us we are never alone, that our presence matters, and that our legacy is carved not in silence, but in every action we choose to make real."

Between the silence is a collection of unspoken thoughts, quiet confessions, and raw emotions poured onto the page. It captures the weight of distance, the ache of doubt, the beauty of love, and the fragility of being human. These are the words left unsaid in conversations, the feelings hidden behind a calm face, and the thoughts that echo loudest when everything else goes quiet. For anyone who has ever loved in silence, questioned their reality, or carried emotions too heavy to voice, this book is a place to find pieces of yourself between the lines

There are encounters that even Death can't forget". This is a purely fictional and symbolic work. It contains no religious references or commentary of any kind. The story explores themes of loss, death, and understanding through a poetic and contemplative lens. All characters and events are symbolic and serve only to reflect human emotion.

The screen fades to black. A heartbeat echoes-slow, steady, heavy. Then a voice: "You don't know me. You don't know where I come from. You don't know what I carry." The scene sharpens. Eyes lock. The air vibrates with silence, the kind that makes the hairs on your neck rise. The kind that warns you: something dangerous is standing in front of you. This isn't anger that shouts. It isn't rage that flails. This is control on the edge of breaking. This is a storm contained in a glass, one crack away from spilling over. Someone smirks. Someone tests. Someone says the wrong words-"I get down." And the world tilts. The blackout rises. The other self wakes up. This poem takes you inside that moment-the shaking hands, the locked stare, the choice to turn away before the darkness swallows everything. It's the raw confession of what it means to inherit fury, to be born into fire, to live with a split inside you: one calm, one ready for war. You'll walk the property line where fear doesn't exist. You'll feel the warning spoken with chilling calm: "Try me if you want to. You have been warned." And you'll understand why respect isn't asked for-it's commanded. This is not just poetry. This is survival written in blood and memory. This is the blackout no one wants to see, yet everyone will remember. Stop scrolling. Step into the story. Once you read it, there's no turning back.

Short story

This isn't just a story-it's my truth, my fire, my reality. Life will always reveal who people really are when they think you're not watching, when they think you don't feel, when they assume you'll just carry what doesn't belong to you. But I don't. I don't carry dead weight, I don't bend for hypocrisy, and I don't shrink for judgment. I read energy, I see masks fall, I hear the lies between the lines. I'm not here to play savior or sponge for chaos-I'm here to stand in my light. And that light? It blinds the ones who live in shadow. They block me, they delete themselves, they run from the mirror I hold up. That's not my loss-it's their reflection. I am Alexandria-whole, gifted, unshakable, unstoppable since birth. My boundaries are sacred, my awareness is sharp, and my presence is power. To everyone reading this-protect your energy, honor your gifts, and never apologize for being too much. The ones meant to walk with you will align. The rest will disappear. That's divine timing. That's truth. That's me-raw, real, unfiltered.

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