Historias de Soulsearching

"You can only push a person so far before they break." The dark veil of the Black Prom Massacre still hangs heavy over Chamberlain, Maine. Everyone believes the tragedy's catalyst, Carrie White, is dead, but they are wrong. Barely clinging to life and sanity, Carrie flees her infamous past, alone and hunted for the devastating telekinetic power that erupted from her. Just as hope fades, a mysterious older man finds her and leads her to the only person who might hold the key to her survival: Jago, a Tibetan warrior-monk consumed by a quest for atonement. But Carrie's troubles have only just begun. The same deadly forces that stalk the competitors of the Killer Instinct tournament-those who seek to harness her "cursed" ability-are closing in. With the terrifying, impending apocalypse of Gargos's invasion drawing near, Carrie must master the raw, brutal strength of her power before it consumes her. The journey towards redemption has begun. ------------------------------------------ Cover credited by @Niranju98. Disclaimer: Microsoft and Rare own Killer Instinct Stephen King owns Carrie. *EDITING

Dearest Abba is a quiet conversation between God and a searching heart. "Dearest Abba, Why do Christians stray from You?" "Dearest Somto, because they fail to look at me." Somto writes letters not just to God, but to the broken spaces between faith and doubt, devotion and distraction. In a world where religion is loud but intimacy with God is rare, this book peels back the noise to ask the questions believers are often afraid to voice. Why does faith fade? Why does love grow cold? And what happens when God still speaks, but we stop looking His way? Tender, reflective, and deeply spiritual, **Dearest Abba** is for anyone who has loved God, lost focus, and wondered if they could find their way back. This is not a story of perfection-but of return. A reminder that God is always ready to speak...we just stopped listening.

A mini-collection of poems about love, heartbreak, and the fire we hide inside. This collection explores the emotions of loving someone - the highs, the lows, and the silent burning of a crush you can never have.

The amalgamation of all things the create us

Some things don't arrive fully formed. Some thoughts stop mid-sentence. Some feelings refuse to be named. Some hours pass without ever quite becoming anything and yet they leave a mark anyway. The Unfinished Hours is a collection of poems and scattered thoughts written in the margins of ordinary days. About the things that happen between the big moments. The quiet aches. The half-realizations. The 2am clarity that disappears by morning. No particular order. No grand conclusion. Just what was true when it was written. For the ones who think too much and feel even more.

This is a collection of Short poems

Gabriel, an artistic teenager -often mistaken for his younger sister- starts highschool looking to find himself, and what he is able to do. there's romance, mystery, drama, and more as Gabriel experiences life, and counts the stars.

A collection of poems to start conversations, but mostly to put them out there. All poems are sorted by content. Some poems may contain mature themes or be unsuitable for certain readers. Please use caution.

Simple quotes to help understand meaning of Life

When gods roam the earth, chaos follows them. Laila is a bastard girl from a small village named Strof. Abused by her mother, she aspires to be something more than just the bastard girl of Strof. Beginning when her brother is taken away from her at the age of eight, Laila's life begins to turn upside down. Everything she knew as fact begins to slip away. The world she thought was pure is slowly revealed to be toxic. The Fallen Gods are having a growing influence on the Western State and somehow, Laila is to play a role in stopping it. Laila must find what her role in it is, and fulfill that destiny. If she doesn't? She will belong to A Fallen State.

Vincent never intended to make a mistake between his friendship with his long-time partner in crime. He wanted to be more than just friends, however that only led to him losing control of everything else. Word got out about his relationship which resulted to betrayal and heavy bruises. After that trauma, he was enrolled to an all male boarding school. His reputation from his old high school were hidden once again. From there he began to rebuild his image that didn't consist of his past embarrassments and misery. Disclaimer: Any music or images I used in this story belongs to their respective owners.

ever wondered what it's like to live in complete irony of your life? when karma hits you so hard that it starts treating you like a bitch? when all you can do is say "karma's a bitch"? well here's a twisted tale for you morbid freaky friday fans out there. fill in the shoes of a former killer as his life fades away finally ending his miserable life only for his soul to be pulled back into the living in another body. relate or not with him as he journeys into the life of the other in his own perspective and his own point of view living in another body, while his own being 6 feet under. discover shocking truths that may be revealed about his past relationships and his own family bloodline linking with the other person he now controls.

The mirror version of my Toxic Tag Book.

A collection of poems that delve into the profound and often turbulent feelings of the human experience - the deepest darkest pit of feelings from the human soul. From the depths of despair to the flickers of hope, these verses explore the complexities of love, loss, and self-discovery. Each poem serves as a mirror to the soul, inviting readers to navigate the shadows and find beauty within the chaos. Join me on this emotional journey through the intricacies of existence, where darkness and light coexist.

This is a collection of poems written by me for me, but others can read them and hopefully make connections and feel somewhat moved by my poetry. If you would like to leave feedback that would be wonderful, whether it be something negative or positive, this is just me writing.

this is my original story how do people connect? maybe it's in their childhood when they are not aware of what makes them different from others during the summertime of life, maybe it happens when most reach their teen years in early spring when they begin to figure out who they are not fully there just yet but almost or, maybe it's fall when everyone is a bit older and able to appreciate the bonds that they create. some might even argue that it happens in Winter you appreciate life and you wish to spend it with someone you cherish till you pass away. you make friends all throughout your life connections have a positive and negative effect on people's lives. this story collides the world of four teenage boys who yearn for a real connection will they find a real connection in each other

Mira has always felt like she didn't belong-not in her town, not in her family, not even in her own skin. But when life leaves her fractured and seeking answers, she sets out on a journey through untouched landscapes, ancient forests, and whispering plains. As she ventures deeper into the wilderness, Mira discovers an extraordinary gift: the ability to hear the earth's voice. The wind carries secrets, the rivers hum with forgotten truths, and the stones beneath her feet pulse with ancient wisdom. Each step brings her closer to uncovering not just the mysteries of the world around her but the strength hidden within herself. In a tale woven with poetic beauty and raw emotion, Mira learns that true belonging comes not from others but from embracing who she is. Perfect for those who seek stories of self-discovery, healing, and the quiet power of nature. Step into Mira's world and let the earth's voice guide you.

I'm about to enter my last semester of community college. It's honestly very frightening and at 21 years old, I'm not sure I even still know what exactly I want to do with my associates degree in Creative Writing. These were all pieces I wrote between March and May of 2022. I hope someone finds them and manages to enjoy them. None of them are masterpieces and I'm not even sure I should be proud of them but here you go. Inspired by a lot of Heavy Metal

Random pieces of midnight musings, inspired by poetry prompts or fleeting thoughts, woven together in the stillness of the night.

"Nick what are you doing?" I ask him as I walk into his room and lounge on his bed. "Nothing, Rae," Nick sighs before he closes the journal he was writing in and turns in his desk chair to face me. "That didn't look like nothing to me," I pry a little more, trying to get a better response out of him. Nick leans back into his desk before resting his head in his palm, "Have you ever thought that there's more to our lives than this?" "What are you talking about?" I furrow my brows, hoping he will elaborate. "I'm talking about this," he says as he motions to his room, "I'm talking about you and me and our lives in Rehoboth." "Okay," I look at him somewhat skeptically. Has he lost his mind? "Maybe you'll get it in a few years," he says while he stands up and walks towards me before staring me deep in the eyes, "People always tell others what to do and who to be, but what if I don't want that? What if I want something else?" "Then do what you want," I shrug. What in the world has brought this on? "It's easier said than done," he continues to look at me, "I need to find myself before others find it for me."