Unquie Histoires

Daily Short stories and poems about experiences of time outside of Time. Words that carry you to the source of the meaning of life. Let's listen to the voices of ALL. Is it really all me or ...all in my mind?

There will be random writing and pictures that i write or have taken and pictures some taken by my mom or by others (google,Zedge, random people, etc)

This the first of a collection of Poems (The STRUGGLE TO BRIDGE TWO SIDES), which is a personal exposure of my thoughts and feelings in the unapologetic form of poetry; to spark debates and discussions. Not the type that you express that declares or defends your loyalty to a specific fraction (we hate fanatics), but in the form of an extra-terrestrials expression. If you know yourself not then you've alienated your true self, and yes this alien speaks in a whole different manor to your fabricated personality. Is it crazy to say I hear voices; don't we rationalise in verbal thoughts as well as imagery, but what is that voice which some call instincts, sixth sense, conscience, which I refer to as intuition, that we have collectively come to realise painfully or willingly as always being on point? The artist may tell you it's the voice and well of creative inspiration and the spiritualist will tell you it's your inbuilt omniscience. Since this is my works I will simply say that only when you are alone and free from prying eyes does this voice exercise its vocal cords, metaphorically speaking. I suppose the next question could then be, is this voice our true voice or the voice we should choose to act on over all other misguiding voices that float around in our heads? The fact is the proof is in the pudding meaning the more you trust the truth of a proven action and the voice that revealed that truth the more actions you will have that are "on-point". At best we should only be biding our time like a prince first inline for the throne, perfecting and learning as we go. Come dine with me...the dished served is poetry.

Tears rolled down eyes, blood floated through the air, and fear was being consumed. The virus king had risen into his final form.

A story of teenage gangsters.

Maighs Smith has been keeping a secret since the 4th grade. A rather dark secret. She's dead... Sometimes. You see, when she's not fighting for her life, she doesn't breathe and her heart doesn't beat. But when she has to, her heart will start beating and her lungs will start working. But when her besties Clara Biner, Cally Waterson, and Merigha Anderson find out, some rather strange things start happening. First, someone tried to rob their school, then, Maighs and Clara find out they both have stalkers. Lastly, they find out they have to defend their home... By fighting villainous people and monsters. Drama is being started and secrets are being revealed. Including how Maighs became dead-ish. Do these 10th grade girls have what takes to defend themselves and their home, or will they accept defeat? Read the book to find out!

Second book in the Belmont Series Wade Belmont is the first born son of the famous William Belmont. Wade has been born without an ability. He's the outcast in school and in his family. His little brother Robert is the most powerful user in the small family. Wade soon decides to run away, before he does. Wade is kidnapped by the Father, a man who runs an operation for unique users to become assassins, hitman or mercenaries. Wade turns out to have a unique ability that can't be detected by normal technology. Wade has a silent ability. One that also make him immortal. This ability can be passed down if given the right genes and it will benefit this family and the child of prophecies in the near future. The only problem is that Wade isn't willing to go back to his family or the awaiting storm that his brewing on the horizon.

A group of children experience the real life events of an apocalypse that occur's in their hometown

A kit named smokekit is born in a barn, she belongs to owlclan, but she was hidden from the clan because crow spot, aka smokekits mother. has a forbidden relationship with a rouge named yarntail

A mysterious story that is so confusing that you are even confused reading this.

it's random stories I've written

What is going on in this town? All these "fun" games start within the sick twisted minds of the locals. Only the quickness of the mind can help you out. This is what lies, under the eyelids. New part every week‼️

Collection of poems which offer a reflection on the experience of witnessing a former romantic interest find happiness with another, and holding admiration for her. The collection expresses themes of admiration, acceptance, and the subtle echoes of unrequited emotion.

A mix between the parent trap, the lying game and switched at birth that I don't believe has ever been written before

Description

If you're being forced to be someone you're not, can you still go on? Can you still know "Who you truly are?", even if you were told a million lies about being YOU.Even if it wasn't really you who peiced yourself together to who they think you are now. ( Cover photo not mine :D )

A book full of challenges for creative people

Many storms will come evolving in the mix is more beautiful than anything its beauty after the storm but not just at the end also in the mix of the storm.