Upbringing Stories

What if the place that raised you is also the place that taught you how to hurt? What if loving means learning to hold both the beauty and the brokenness of it? "Two Hearts, One Wound" is a poem born from the complicated love between a daughter and her home. It is about growing up with dreams in your chest while watching the place that raised you struggle. About loving a home that has given you memories, identity, belonging and grieving the parts of it that keep breaking your heart. It is grief. It is tenderness. It is hope. Because sometimes, you can be wounded by something and still refuse to stop loving it. Two hearts. One wound. 🤍

This is a Story about The Story of my best friend, Jake. We have had MANY Bumps in the road, but luckily we are on track. This is all a True Story, and Viewer Description is advised.

Some roads stretch farther than the eyes can follow, and some silences speak louder than voices ever could. Arin Drosvel has always moved faster than everyone else-across tracks, through crowded hallways, past expectations. He learned early that speed could carry you forward, but not necessarily away from the shadows you hide from. In a city that hums with restless energy and muted secrets, he finds himself chasing something he doesn't fully understand: not victory, not love, not even escape-but the faint possibility of being whole. People come and go, some leaving echoes that linger, others leaving holes that nothing can fill. And sometimes, even the simplest connections can change everything-an unexpected smile, a quiet word, a glance that knows more than it should. Through these moments, through small victories and silent defeats, Arin discovers that running isn't just about how fast your legs can move, but how far your heart is willing to carry you. This is a story of motion and stillness, of art and ambition, of heartbreak that breaks open the soul and love that teaches how to survive it. It is about the weight of what we lose, the courage to let go, and the quiet hope that sometimes, the finish line is only where the next journey begins. Some losses cannot be outrun. Some dreams must be pursued at your own pace. And some people, though fleeting, leave a mark that will never fade.

This story is taken back to the time when a baby girl was born. This poor child had been brutally taken away from her mother...She was taken to a small suburb, out in the country called Waiuku. In that town she was put in a house with her new caregiver. As she was growing up she began to realise that she was not the same as the other children in her house. She had then realised that she had a different mother. She eventually was reunited with her mother again. Michelle had grown up and faced some unbaring challenges. With loss of her 1st ever carer to an abusive hurting caregiver. She had experienced some hurtful words in every stage of her life. Now that she has pasted her teenage years and have entered her adult years she is living a happy and free life. She is still discoving alot of different stages of life though. There is a possibility that alot of the events that she had gone through were all life teaching lessons. Some may have taught her love, while others taught her hate. Just the thought of being in Michelles shoes is scary. Lets both hope its not as scary as it sounds.

your casual sob story about life. basic girl, going through hardships. a tornado of misadventures, mistakes, and meaning. for your entertainment purposes? we'll see.

A Simple, normal girl who was raised and born in Singapore. Previously a fishing Village, read how it developed into a fast growing city and the changes it does to life with urbanzation. Story unfolds into details encompassing the birth into big families and with modernization dwelling into small numbers and will people just stop to reproduce? Tells a story of a strong-headed girl who lived life and moved on by her own efforts without much family support. Carefree and determined, life's setback changed her. Was it for the better though?

Oh look you didn't decide to just judge a book by its name or cover much like people do their fellow man sadly everyday. Thank you for not being judgmental! A COLLECTION OF SHORT MEMOIRS This is a collection of short memoirs based on different periods, people, and moments in my life. I shall be submitting works as they come to me. Every time arranging them in chronological order of the subject manner of the pieces. So if you like a story and don't see it that doesn't mean I have taken it off the site. It just means I am in the process of rearranging the content of the collection as a whole or more simply already have and ya just need to find where the story you like is presently in the shuffle. Eventually I shall post a true foreword but for now I need to get some stories put in here ;) Furthermore maybe the quilt work of all these shorter memoirs shall one day become a true blanket. ABOUT THE TITLE Note how I say love ones not lovers. That is to say friends and family (F&F). First and foremost I would say the variety of people in my life is what has shaped it most, not my experiences with different religions, hardships, etc. I strongly believe that people should not exist in a vacuum and that individuals should have others around them. The title is meant to reflect that while also indicating to an extent that these are memoirs. Yes some times they focus on others in my life but they are told from my point of view. Hence the stories are stories about me or my stories about people I have known not stories of people I have known (if that makes sense).

A story of lord farquaad as a young chap.

A 14-year-old girl learns that her body is no loner her own - but a vessel carrying the weight of family honor. In a house structured by silence and control, one day leaves a mark the body does not forget. Years later, across continents, she begins to understand what was taken, what survived, and it means to breathe again. This is the origin story of the alarm - and the life built after it.

Assistant of tomorrow

How does our upbringing effect our accomplishments as adults? How do we share our inner most workings with those raised along side us when we, our selves, don't understand them? This is a short story following the journey of 3 siblings as they navigate life and their roles among it. And how their roles just might effect the minds of the others. Inspired by my role as the youngest sibling of 3.

This is about hopes and upbringing

hustle

my Journey out of Depression

A short poem about being focused on your goals

Jacob Stein is a 29-year-old writer with a dark upbringing and he's finally ready to tell his few fans what happened to him all those years ago. Join him on the journey of recounting the accident that ruined everything he had ever hoped to be. Remember, he's only strong enough to take this journey once so hold onto everything he tells you.

Will she change the streets or will the streets change her? "A matter of Life Over Death in the streets." A True Story..My Story. Born in Bronx New York, Grew up in Pontiac Michigan, Learned in Baltimore, Maryland Raised up by God Unstoppable in Detroit! Came from a broken home and grew up poor. did not realize it until I went onto College. I realized at a young age that if I could survive my childhood I would make it!

The synopsis of King Karma Silva Nightraide's upbringing from a human to the feared monster God-Killer of Blah.