Thankfull Stories

A collection of thoughts manifested. This series of poems, short stories and essays is meant to capture aspects of the lived experience. A literary photograph of a moment or feeling. I hope something in these pages resonates with you, and if not, I hope there's something you can take away from it. Here's to us. Here's to life.

This is a book about tips on the way we can make life better for us and everyone around us by living the way God wants us too. We learn from experience so don't be afraid to give this book a try and if you have suggestion pls leave them in the comments let's all make this book a success for our life. Our God. And Our Life

Abby's P.O.V : I was, without a doubt, the weaker of us two. We had joked around about things like this on end, but only because we never expected it to become a reality. We thought zombies were silly things created to feed creative imaginations. How could zombies even exist? How would one generate a human, yet not human, with a few less ordinary human traits and with a longing for actual humans’ flesh? Who said zombies wanted flesh, or even brains? We weren’t sure what they were after, but we didn’t want to find out, either. So when the undead, flesh-craving, humanity-ridden monster began striding toward us, I looked to my best friend in a panic, and watched her decapitate the monstrosity with a weed whacker. Life just got more interesting. Alicia's P.O.V : Somehow we only managed to live a normal life till we were fifteen. But during that fifteenth year, everything turned to chaos. The dead, they were everything but human anymore. But they walk. They bite. They kill and spread their disease to the unfortunate and the ones that aren't smart enough to survive. You know what they say, survival of the fittest. It isn't a joke anymore. This is a war between them and us.

One year One chance One life

The staring. The whispers. The voices. Quinn seems like an ordinary girl on the outside. But within her are these voices. Constantly taking up her mind to the point where she has gone mad. Controlling the voices is something she can't really do. It's hard for her to be normal when people are constantly judging her. She needs a way to escape the voices, something to help her break free. And she may have just found it.

(adj.) ---- expressing much in few words .*+ hello! i love you all so much and i wanted you guys to know that, so i decided to do this!! each week i will dedicate a chapter to one of my friends on here, and it'll basically just be me thanking you or naming what i love about you or something like that. i'm not too good at expressing affection and i'm trying to get better so here you go!! this is my attempt. this might be terrible so, i apologize in advance...

What happens when your emotions get out of wack and start to get really overwhelming? Why must emotions exist to torture every fiber of your being?

I will miss you

Completed Short Story *Everlark Katniss Everdeen has been searching her whole life for exactly two people. The thing is she has no clue who they are or where to look for them. Peeta Mellark was taken away from his one true love from his childhood and has been trying to get back to her his whole life. He knows who he's searching for.

Our souls found each other by what some might think of as a one in a million chance, but I thought differently.

Poetry to nourish the soul and mind, for better or worse.

an ode to thank our class president (BSED IV-E 2014-2015 PUP San pedro) he is Mr. Ronald Germones Jr.

This is just a work filled with different rants, poems, quotes, and stories that will hopefully inspire you. Everything belongs to me, and is inspired by real life events.

This is my story

when you think you are finally over him but one look brings everything flooding back

this story is about a girl that has a ghost friend that is always there for her

A 36 year old drug Lord kidnapped a 34 year old High school teacher with his aim of making her fall in love with him. Will she fall in a year or will his charms making her fall in months?