Truthfully Stories

I'm writing this for the future me. The one who might open this book someday and smile. The one who might laugh and say, "yaar, I was so silly." This book holds the fun moments. The random thoughts. The memories with friends that didn't seem important then, but somehow stayed. I'm a carefree girl. I notice the tiniest things, choti choti baatein, and somehow ignore the big ones that I know might matter later. That's just how I am. These pages are my point of view. How I saw the world. How things felt to me in that moment, waise hi jaise lage. This isn't meant to be serious or perfect. It's just me, being me, written down. Bas.

A spiritual manifesto for the disillusioned and the burning. There is a difference between believing in God and believing what you've been told about Him. There is a difference between the Christ of Love and the Christ of War. The Christ of Compassion between the Christ of Control. There is a difference between the sacred... and the systems that hijack it. This is the voice of one who did not abandon God- but found Him buried beneath the weight of gold, blood, doctrine, and silence. This is for the ones who still feel the pull of something true beneath the rubble. For those who see through the mask and still dare to believe. God didn't go silent. You just stopped hearing Him where they told you to listen.

A collection of poems and spoken word from a perspective of a lost mind, to one that began discovering itself. Through perseverance, courage, weaknesses, to lessons, allow the pieces inside to prove to you no one is alone in their thoughts. With over 10 years of works to go through, these pages are filled with undeniable words that I for one, have denied myself. Read it like you are watching a 13 year old girl grow to find herself over the years, the ups and downs of womenhood, and the trials and tribulations us teenagers and young adults go through.

the delicate veneer of trust is shattered, revealing the raw emotions

A little of everything I hope you enjoy

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Want a human doormat? You've come to the right place!

This book about human psychology which may help u treat humans well and far away better.

What no one tells you about coming out..

Katy Keene has just had a job interview with her dream company. This details her life after the interview.

* NOT COMPLETE * ( CONTAINS LBGT+ CHARACTERS AND SCENES, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED ) This is a story about a transgender girl who was made fun of for her ways. Read to find out her exciting journey.

I was born in little rock Arkansas i going to tell u about my life my name is aitieya ashshra Dianne Thomas. but I have a nickname is Dianne Jones im 20 year old . my life is been so hard I had to grown my self. Me nd my Mother we have our up nd down but I had my two my grand mother in my life why my Mother like to go out drink nd smoken nd weed. I use hate my Mother smoke nd drink I always had bad dream that she got in a car crash I remember that i was little kids that my Mother use to check me out school nd take my shopping or go out to eat .she always tell me don't tell ur brother nothing we do. that between us .i told her okaye mother so we go home i go hide all my stuff from my brother . he will coming home And say why mother coming coming pick u up .i will tell I had a doctor appointment. he say okaye what ever . when he leave I start laugh at him .my Mother always say im spoil you af .im start laugh nd smile . so the next morning I get ready go over my grand mother hause. And start pack that night so in the morning when I get up me nd my brother .we go to my grand Mother hause. so time me nd my brother be fight to get the front in the car with our mother. I win some time or he will win . And then we in the go to get sum eat before we go over there to grand mother hause . so my Mother pick us off she say coming coming back get us Sunday night . we say take ur time coming back get us . we say we love nd then shut the door . so we start hug our grand mother .we start ask her how was ur day . Sum time she say it be okaye. That she still here nd bless to see other days. We say yeah u right about that .she will ask what we eat sum time we say nothing she will tell I get cook sum to eat yall sum grown people that can cook .we have we got from you sugar mama. She say yeah yall did so we get in the kitchen cook sum to eat nd then my brother tell grandma he going out side be back she ask when u coming

I AM NOT GOOD AT POETRY BUT SOMEHOW I WROTE THESE POEMS. "VIBE OF DILECTION" INCLUDES SOME OF THE SHORT POEMS WRITTEN BY ME . THANK YOU TO ALL THE GUYS WHO READ THIS AND ALSO TO THOSE GUYS WHO IGNORED IT. I HOPE YOU GUYS WILL LIKE IT. AND YA DON'T FORGET TO VOTE AND COMMENT. #thankyou#

This is a true story of me (the author) where I am telling everyone that how it feels caring for someone who doesn't give a shit to you. I am writing this as a schoolboy.

Poetry from an idle mind.

A haunting reflection on mankind's pursuit of truth, power, and progress-"In search of Truth" explores the thin line between revelation and ruin. Through vivid, thought-provoking poetic stories, this series delves into imagined futures where humanity faces its own creations, stumbles upon ultimate truths, or unravels from within. It's a poetic journey through philosophical, technological, and existential dread-where every chapter whispers, "What if we went too far?"

It's just all about what my mind says at 4 am. [ I don't write that much, I just do it when I am bored ]

It's ok to not be ok. It's also ok to choose you. Let's discuss it.