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Alaska

samantha_elliston

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MGA BUMASA 12
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Mga Parte 1
Oras <5 mins

samantha_elliston

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"On the last day of us, I boarded a broken plane to Alaska. The Californian sunshine became too bright; it filtered through my body like a pincushion crystal left with the damage of your sharp words."
                                                                      
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How a journey through purple wildflowers and frostbite forests can push you to leave your old self behind, heartbreak, battle scars and all.


Inspired by the song 'Alaska' by Maggie Rogers.All Rights Reserved

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Paint Us Gray: Part 1 ni actressesumner

Rejection. Betrayal. Heartbreak. Grief. Unfortunately, we've all had a swallow, some more than others, of this bitter brew. This is just a sliver of my chapter that is a part of this world's grand narrative; it's about one person's toe dipping into the brokenness of the Earth, and the ripples, waves, tsunamis it created in her life. A couple of months ago, while consoling a friend grieving the loss of a relationship, he asked me a question no one had ever asked me before. A very vulnerable and powerful question. I had been sharing some of my own similar experiences with him when he messaged me that life changing question, "And, what did you see at the top of the mountain?" While his words were just letters on a screen, I could see the hunger in his eyes, hear the desperation in his voice, sense the overwhelming thirst of a person climbing up an incredibly steep and treacherous mountain. What did I see at the top of the mountain? This book is my answer to this question. Let's go for a hike.

Celestial Bodies: Of Runts and Lycans (leaving april 5) ni Myx_Writes

A rogue and a runt. A born and raised alpha. A boy with a secret. And a man bent on changing fate, no matter who gets harmed. ~ "Have you contacted the council about the rogues?" "Yes and they say that rogues don't band together in mass amounts." "Did you tell them about the lack of scents?" I roll my eyes at his question. "Of course I did." "And?" "And they think there's a witch out there causing havoc for the rogues," I scoff. "They said that only a witch could hide a wolf's scent but I can't seem to think of what witch would be out there doing silly experiments that won't benefit them. They'd be better off working with a pack if they had any interest there at all." "I get where they're coming from but this is mass reports across the country," he says pointing to the map. "I've been on the phone with packs all over the country having the same issues. We seem to have a higher concentration as of late," he furrows his brows. "Other packs have been having decreases of these rogues?" He nods. "This past week alone we've had six sightings and it's only Thursday." I feel tension rise behind my eyes as the realization hit me. "It's Celeste, isn't it. . ." ~ #3 in Werewolf #14 in dark fantasy #39 in Supernatural #26 in fantasy-romance #1 in rewrite #6 in new adult 💛 read ahead for free on webnovel 💛 (rewrite of ILR)

Whispers of the Northern Lights ni LyraMarlowe

A young women escapes to the small town willow Alaska to recover her broken heart. After her mother passing of pancreatic cancer and struggles with daily life. She quietly works as a maid at her grandmothers cabins and works on her art in the aurora's twilight. Watching the still life around her connecting her spiritually and guide her through the many great adventures that lurk. A rehabilitating retreat, and a passage of knowing great lengths of life.

Blind Instincts ni _Serza

*COMPLETED* My head bowed in a heavy mannor, not in respect, but in trepidation. I discern his unwavering gaze over my ill silhouette. "Look at me." I opened my eyes, though it made no difference. Black is still black, all I am left with are my four senses. He will kill me if I don't look. He will kill me if I do. He will look into my sightless eyes and see my futile existence isn't worth living. He will kill me, and he will be doing the pack a justice by it. He growls a low, throaty snarl to warn me about disobeying an alpha. There will be consequences, we both know that. His lingering growls let me know he is not going to allow me to contravene his word. I steadily inch my head upwards, visibly shaking everywhere else. Maybe he won't notice my depthless eyes from across the gazebo. My life depends on it. "You're blind." ~ Monet was born into a particularly prestigious area of her wolf pack, to parents of extremely high standards. Her legacy is to become the packs next healer, but when she was born completely devoid of melanin, all her mated parents saw was a disappointment. Being born an albino wolf pup meant a lot for Monet, but it mostly meant her condition had taken her eyesight along with it. What happens when Monet meets the Alpha of a neighboring pack? Will he accept her for what she is? ~CONTENT WARNING~ This book contains depictions of physical abuse, foul language, and upsetting scenary. This book is in no way, shape, or form glorifying domestic abuse of a parent or partner. This book is intended for individuals who feel at odds with their self due to their uniqueness. It is meant to shine light on those who differ from the majority; conquering, and overcoming those who lessen them for what makes them special. ~ Word count at completion date: 33,915 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

Back to July(a short story) ✔✔EDITING ni Atinuxx

Back to the time in july, when the sun seems so prominent and winds once chilly had shriveled to warmth, Then thy sunflowers had blossomed and the earth crust thickened. Trees which had lost their leaves grew new ones which gracefully danced to the tune of the merry song of the northerners and night sky once hazy showered the isles of the north with a heavy pour of rain. There in the time of July, in the heart of the North was where it all started. .....Join Madison as she takes you back to July on memory lane through the past where she had lost what was hers, found what she needed, with Destiny slipping it off her fingers. Note: partially edited beware of the grammmatic errors, read at owner's risk. [Completed]

No one is there ni katsa136

poetry book. all the things I've written that I could never say out loud. Some topics may be difficult for some people so check for disclaimers .

Dysphoria ni AtlasKentCollins

"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, when my organ buried, drummed I know I have breathed earth-kissed breeze While moss grew slow and rich from my fingertips To clothe me and paint me living green, My bones turned to thick wood Bark splintering where furry creatures dip and pry in search of hearth, From my hair, summer grass rose toward thunderstormed sky And when those bloated clouds cracked open, wide I was bathed whole and I thought quite suddenly I must be alive" - I Dreamt I Was Living

Ophelia ni EliNeDe20

Have you ever walked outside at night? When it's so dark and you can't see a thing at first? I often do that and I'm never afraid. Because I know that after a while my eyes will adjust to the dark and I will be able to make things stand out. I'm always safe. I always know where I am. But not today, it was so dark, all I could see was a suffocating darkness around me. Aria my wolf huffed in annoyance when even she couldn't see a thing or couldn't pick up a scent around us. 'Ophelia, what's happening?' she muttered. 'I don't know' I whispered back aloud. The words had barely left my mouth when I heard something running quickly in our direction. I ran, not knowing what direction I was going. I tripped over something and fell flat on my face. Feeling a presence behind me I screamed and tried to crawl away...

Lycidas Viscardo ni kairibubbles69

A piercing scream left her dried lips as another slash whipped her bare back. A crimson color liquid poured down each slash onto the marble floor. My wolf screamed through my mind to force me to stop but I am unable to until she submits. My breath hitches as I hear her gasp for another breath. Her wrists tied to each metal pole on the side of her, her body slumped downward as she tried to fight for another breath. My body couldn't look at this sight in front of me anymore. My legs began to move toward her as my hands moved on there own accord to untie her. My hands slipped underneath her and carried her toward the pack hospital. My wolf demanded the pack doctor to heal her or else he would die too. I disappeared after making sure the nurses were helping. My mind was going ballistic at my own actions. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Warning sexual abuse and violence are in this story. Do not read if you are triggered easily.

Saved By Love ni mibi_13

Haunted by the ghosts of wars she never believed in, former Marine Milk has retreated from the world to live in the icy solitude of Alaska. With only her loyal dog Noah for company, she spends her days patrolling the snow-covered wilderness, hunting to stay sharp, and venturing into the village once a week for a reminder of human connection. It's safer this way-no one to protect, no one to lose. But when she hears a faint cry for help echoing across the desolate expanse, her carefully constructed world begins to crack. Milk discovers a young woman lying injured at the bottom of a ravine. The girl's presence is as inexplicable as it is unsettling-thinly dressed for the brutal cold, her body marked with bruises and scars, and her dark, frightened eyes revealing a story she won't tell. Unable to leave the girl to fend for herself, Milk takes her back to the cabin she's called home for years. Slowly, carefully, Milk begins to care for her injuries and tries to earn her trust. The girl doesn't speak-not her name, not the truth of where she came from or what she's running from-but Milk senses in her a kindred spirit, someone equally wounded by the past. What begins as an act of survival turns into something deeper, something neither of them expected-a fragile, aching kind of love that feels as dangerous as it does necessary. In saving Love, Milk begins to save herself, rediscovering the pieces of her humanity she thought she'd lost forever. Set against the stark beauty of Alaska, Saved by Love is a story of survival, healing, and the redemptive power of connection. It's a reminder that even in the most frozen of landscapes, love can find a way to bloom.

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Paint Us Gray: Part 1 cover

Celestial Bodies: Of Runts and Lycans (leaving april 5) cover

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Blind Instincts cover

Back to July(a short story) ✔✔EDITING cover

No one is there cover

Dysphoria cover

Lycidas Viscardo cover

Saved By Love cover

Paint Us Gray: Part 1

Rejection. Betrayal. Heartbreak. Grief. Unfortunately, we've all had a swallow, some more than others, of this bitter brew. This is just a sliver of my chapter that is a part of this world's grand narrative; it's about one person's toe dipping into the brokenness of the Earth, and the ripples, waves, tsunamis it created in her life. A couple of months ago, while consoling a friend grieving the loss of a relationship, he asked me a question no one had ever asked me before. A very vulnerable and powerful question. I had been sharing some of my own similar experiences with him when he messaged me that life changing question, "And, what did you see at the top of the mountain?" While his words were just letters on a screen, I could see the hunger in his eyes, hear the desperation in his voice, sense the overwhelming thirst of a person climbing up an incredibly steep and treacherous mountain. What did I see at the top of the mountain? This book is my answer to this question. Let's go for a hike.

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