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BUY NOW ON AMAZON https://a.co/d/f0Fr98h The Crime I Married Into is a romantic psychological thriller where love isn't the danger-it's the disguise. Elena thought she married a man with secrets. What she actually married was a system built to erase someone else. When her husband is exposed as the mastermind behind a sophisticated crime, Elena's life collapses into interrogation rooms, frozen accounts, and a chilling realization: her devotion wasn't accidental-it was engineered. As the truth unfolds, Elena discovers she was never just a wife or a cover. She was a replacement identity. A living contingency plan. But the greatest twist isn't what he did to her-it's what she unknowingly did to save herself. Taut, intimate, and psychologically razor-sharp, The Crime I Married Into explores how romance can be weaponized, how trust can become evidence, and how a woman reclaims power not by proving innocence-but by refusing to protect the man who built the lie. This is a love story that turns into a legal trap... and a survival story that will make readers question every promise, every signature, and every quiet compromise.

I am just a teen trying to discover human emotions ......🎀❤️ Learning about people, pain, and the invisible battles we all carry....

Some girls learn to scream. She learned to stay quiet. The Woman Who Stayed Soft is a poetry collection told in chapters a journey through silence, survival, and softness. It also includes the pain and agony through ones screams. Each chapter opens with an acrostic. Each poem a flame: epic, concrete, rhymed. A voice once quiet, now reclaiming itself. ✨ New poems every week 📚 New chapters every 2-3 weeks 💌 Read gently Chapter 1 is live! Chapter 2 is live! Chapter 3 is live! Chapter 4 is live! For the soft ones who stayed. For the ones who made it out anyway.

Prequel to Barbed Wire Psalms Carousel of Destruction is a series of raw, confessional poems about the cycles we swear we're done with... until they pull us back in. Addiction. Relapse. Temptation. Memory. Survival. Every piece is a snapshot of the spin- the chaos, the crash, and the climb back out. These aren't pretty stories. They're the ones you feel in your ribs. - Left The Circle I - The Pullback II - Downward Spiral III https://www.patreon.com/posts/barbed-wire-144840033?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=join_link

Some doors in a psych ward aren't meant to be opened- And some questions aren't meant to be asked out loud. This is the final piece of my eight-part collection, Barbed Wire Psalms- poems about survival, relapse, family lies, dark humor, and the places where grace finally catches up. Psalm VIII asks the last question: Who really gets to walk into your life-and who never earned the right?

Don't Blink Back Tears is not your typical comfort story. It doesn't come wrapped in soft words or sugarcoated advice. It's raw. Warped. Honest. This is the voice inside your head when the world goes silent. The moment when smiling feels like betrayal, when your own reflection starts looking like a stranger. But beneath the chaos, this story whispers: You're still here. Even if you're cracked, you're not broken. Don't Blink Back Tears isn't here to fix you- it's here to sit with you in the dark, hold your hand through the storm, and remind you that surviving is a form of rebellion. For every soul battling quietly- this is your mirror, your madness, your medicine.

"Walking in 23-through the valleys, through the shadows, with no fear of evil. Every step carries legacy, every move honors purpose. From the courts of basketball legends to the paths we walk in life, 23 is more than a number-it's strength, resilience, and awakening."

Leaving the drinkers was the first brutal step, not towards healing, not towards clarity, but toward staying alive long enough to have a chance. This is the opening piece of *Carousel of Destruction*, a prequel cycle to *Barbed Wire Psalms* about the gravity of addiction, the people who kept spinning, and the moment you stepped off the ride.

This is a love story. A story about how love became the mirror that forced me to confront the fractures in my soul. When your past is a haunted house-echoing with the whispers of abandonment, the shadows of betrayal, and the ghosts of wounds you've buried-falling in love feels less like a fairy tale and more like a reckoning. Your love story is a collision of tender first kisses and panic attacks in the dark, of hands that promise forever but trigger memories of those who left. Through fragmented chapters of heartache and hope, you unravel how trauma taught you to love like a storm: fiercely, destructively, always waiting for the sky to fall. But as your relationship teeters between salvation and collapse, you begin to trace the patterns-how every argument, every flinch at intimacy, every midnight confession is a thread leading back to the child who learned to survive, not to trust. This is a story of unbecoming-of peeling back the layers of fear, anger, and shame armor-plated around your heart. It's about the nights you sobbed into your partner's shirt, the mornings you woke up ready to run, and the slow, aching realization that healing isn't erasing the past, but stitching a future from its scraps. With haunting suspense, you'll ask: Can love rewrite the DNA of a broken heart? The answer lies in the quiet moments-the handwritten apology notes slipped under doors, the vulnerability of saying "I'm scared," and the courage to finally face the reflection in the mirror: not a victim, but a warrior, flawed and still fighting. Raw, lyrical, and unflinchingly honest, this memoir is for anyone who's ever wondered if they're too damaged to be loved... and dared to believe they're not.

This isn't just a poetry book. It's every moment I broke. Every time I stayed silent. Every battle I fought when no one was watching. It's my healing raw, honest, and unfiltered. REBORN is for the silenced, the surviving, and the ones still finding their way home to themselves. It's a collection of grief, love, trauma, truth, and strength. It's for the girl who stayed too long. The woman who had to rebuild herself. The soul who still believes there's light in the dark. Every word in this book was written with the hope that you feel less alone. Every line is a piece of me and maybe, a piece of you too. While I originally wrote it almost 4-5 years ago to raise money for survivors of domestic violence, today I thought to share it with who might need it. Thank you for reading. Thank you for believing. You are not alone. 🌙🖤

THE SHAPE OF STAYING is a psychological marriage thriller about control disguised as love-and the quiet power it takes to reclaim yourself. Clementine Thompson believed she had married safety. Her husband, Thompson, is calm, meticulous, and quietly powerful. Their life is orderly, successful, and private-everything a marriage should look like from the outside. But when Clementine discovers evidence that her husband has been monitoring her life and leveraging her family for professional gain, she realizes her marriage was never a refuge. It was a structure designed to contain her. As Clementine leaves, the danger does not announce itself with violence or rage. Instead, it watches. Calculates. Waits. What follows is not a story of escape through chaos, but a psychological reckoning-one where silence is weaponized, devotion is redefined, and love becomes something that must be unlearned before it can be chosen again. When Clementine begins a new relationship with a man who neither rescues nor controls her, she faces an unexpected challenge: how to love without surrendering herself. As her husband's carefully constructed world begins to collapse, Clementine must decide what forgiveness really means-and whether independence and intimacy can exist together. THE SHAPE OF STAYING is a restrained, emotionally powerful novel about emotional coercion, marriage, and the courage it takes to stay-this time, by choice.

I've been drowning in a world that feels like it doesn't see me. Days blur together in pain, anxiety, and depression so heavy I can barely breathe. I've watched life slip through my hands, fought battles inside myself that nobody else even notices, and carried burdens that feel impossible to put down. I've been misdiagnosed, medicated into near nothingness, spiraled into darkness that almost claimed me, and yet here I am - still breathing. I've felt the pull of pills, substances, and moments so raw that every breath felt like a fight. I've been alone in small apartments, on blow-up mattresses, barely eating, barely moving, barely surviving. I've watched the system fail me, friends drift away, family stay distant, and yet still I fight. Every panic, every cry, every sleepless night - I've carried it all, and I write it down because someone has to see it. Someone has to feel it. This is a story of survival in silence, of battling inner demons nobody else sees, of raw, unfiltered truth. No edits. No sugarcoating. Just pain, struggle, hope, and the fight to exist in a world that feels like it wants me gone. If you've ever felt unseen, unheard, or broken, this is for you.

This is a collection of fictional, inspired by true events, letters TO GOD.

🌘 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝕺𝖋 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕸𝖎𝖉𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖘 By Maren Thorne It begins in the chest-tight, sharp, silent. No exit. No voice. Just pressure. This isn't a story. It's a war fought behind closed doors and smiling faces. A collection of poems born from sleepless nights, invisible wounds, and the silence that follows the storm. These verses are carved from breathless moments-when the noise inside grows louder than the world outside. A quiet scream on paper. A soft place for those who never found one. For the ones awake at 4 a.m., heart pounding like a warning. For the ones who wear their smile like armor. For the ones still here. This is for you. ⚠️ Content Warning: This collection contains themes of anxiety, panic attacks, self-harm, suicidal thoughts, and emotional numbness. Please read with care.

In the heart of a war-torn Middle Eastern village, amidst the chaos and destruction, a newborn girl lay swaddled in makeshift blankets. Her cries mingled with the distant echoes of conflict, yet she survived against all odds. This was the beginning of Victoria's story-a tale of resilience and transformation.

Title: Shadows Beneath the Sun Amara's life was a fragile balance of hope and despair, held together by the strength of her mother's love and her dream of a better future. But when her world is shattered by an unspeakable betrayal, she is thrust into a battle she never chose-a fight for justice, survival, and her voice. In the heart of a society quick to judge and slow to protect, Amara's journey becomes one of resilience. She finds herself surrounded by unexpected allies, bound together by shared pain and defiance. Together, they navigate the shadows of their past, discovering courage in their scars and light in their unity. Shadows Beneath the Sun is a gripping tale of strength, redemption, and the unyielding fight against silence. Will Amara rise above her pain, or will the darkness consume her? Trigger Warning: This story contains themes of sexual violence, trauma, and emotional abuse.

In 2024, 15-year-old Lulu Gribbins faced the unimaginable when the "Lulu Gribbins shark attack" turned a peaceful day at Seacrest Beach into a life-changing ordeal. While searching for sand dollars in waist-deep water, Lulu became the victim of a terrifying attack that left her with severe injuries, including the loss of her left hand and most of her right leg. Thanks to the quick actions of bystanders and medical professionals, Lulu was saved. Her resilience shone through even in the face of adversity, as she expressed hope and determination during her recovery journey. The "Lulu Gribbins shark attack" sparked nationwide attention, inspiring many and leading to discussions on beach safety. Despite the challenges, Lulu's dream of becoming a doctor showcases her unshakable spirit. Her story is a powerful reminder of courage and the strength of community support.

In this powerful and deeply personal video, I, Scarlett, share my horrific journey from being a victim of assault to becoming the wife of my rapist. At just 21, I faced unimaginable challenges after losing my parents and moving in with Harold, a man who seemed kind but whose son, Thomas, hid a dark secret. I uncovered the shocking truth of my violation and the lengths Thomas went to control me-all while I raised my daughter under a veil of silence. Join me as I reflect on my experience, the complexities of trauma, and the struggle for freedom. This story sheds light on difficult conversations about survival and resilience. Like and share to help spread awareness.

Twenty Eight Days is a raw and unfiltered journey through grief, struggle, and resilience. It chronicles the heavy weight of loss, the isolation of life on the edge, and the small but profound moments of human connection that spark hope. Written with brutal honesty, it captures the emotional turbulence of living through hardship while searching for meaning, stability, and a reason to keep going. Every line reflects pain, vulnerability, and the quiet strength it takes to survive-even when the world seems to have forgotten you.

I stood there, watching life and death blur together in a room full of silence. Four girls, cutting into their own arms like it was just another day. Their blood fresh, sharp, raw - and nobody around them noticing. Their mother, a shadow of a woman, moving through the world like she's already dead. Eyes vacant, slow steps, a heart seemingly frozen by numbness. At one point, I said, "I know that's your baby," and she smiled - a small, broken smile showing the gaps where her teeth used to be. For a second I saw she cared. I told her, "Keep your daughter close. This is urgent." She looked like a ghost, like a nurse who's seen too much, like she'd forgotten how to feel. And I felt the weight of the system failing, the adults failing, the world failing them. There I was, drowning in the depth of my own anxiety and depression, standing as the only lifeline I could offer. I've never seen anything like it - kids showing their cuts like trophies, like normal, like nobody cares. A young girl hugged me like I was hope itself. Another told me her friend overdosed, and it shook me to the core. This is a story of pain and raw reality. Of a world that ignores its own children. Of survival in silence. Of seeing things no one else can see. Brace yourself. Feel it. Every drop of it.