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Throwing Stones in the Dark : A Memoir

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Have you ever looked back on your life and thought, "what a complete and total disaster." No? Well I have, and sometimes I still do. I was once lost without any hope. I felt entirely alone, abandoned by God. I crawled out of deep, dark, and depressing holes in my life and back then I thought it was truly hell, because if there was no God, and I was almost sure of that, then life and consciousness were hell. I even thought it was time for me to die, probably more than once. Throw down my gloves and turn in for the final count down. I knew I was wrong though, if I would have quit then because life slapped me around then I would have never been able to get where I'm at now. I found God, and you'll be a witness to my testimony. Every decision I made in life was like throwing stones in the dark, I didn't know where the hell they would land, but I did it anyways just to make a ripple in the water. 

This story may contain sensitive content that will upset others. It may be offensive, it may also be uncomfortable to read. Keep in mind that the telling of these events is from only my perspective and others involved may have been effected differently.All Rights Reserved

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My Life Being Dead by bellaholmes58

Hello. I’m Cassidy. I’m 16 years old, and I am helpless. I’m weak, defenseless and not to mention unassuming. I am utterly boring and uninteresting. I wouldn’t be surprised if God himself overlooked me. Maybe that’s why my life sucks so much. My face is dull and pale, and my hair is mousy brown. My eyes are black and my fingers are long and stringy. Once in junior high, a teacher likened me to ghost. I had wanted to tell her, “Yes. I remind myself of a ghost sometimes too.” But I didn’t say anything in return. I have one friend and even she doesn’t like me for me; only for the shiny new car my step dad bought me. Boys don’t notice me. And when they do it’s only to pick out my flaws and display them to everyone around. All in all, I am a sad and pathetic specimen of a human being. Why am I writing this? Because on June 3rd, 2011, at 12:31 am, I died.

Like The Thunder Roaring by sarakellar

"The true light that gives light to everyone was coming into the world. He was in the World, and though the world was made through him, the world did not recognize him. He came to that which was his own, but his own did not receive him. Yet to all who did receive him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God--children born not of natural descent, nor of human decision or a husband's will, but born of God. The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth." (John 1:9-14) What that first Easter might have been like. The climax of God's plan for humanity, from Palm Sunday to Peter's reinstatement. Main title and chapter titles are from songs that I used to capture the mood of the moment, as it were, and I would really encourage you to listen to them. They are: Main title: "Glory" by The City Harmonic 1. without a crown: "Baby Boy" by For King & Country 2. the taste of eternity is here on our lips: "Taste of Eternity" by Bellarive 3. let me see redemption win: "Worn" by Tenth Avenue North 4. i heard a voice from the other side singing, "hold fast, love lasts.": "Without You" by For King & Country 5. when you know it, once you know it, and you hold it--it's unforgettable: "To The Dreamers" by For King & Country 6. keep my head from going down: "Something To Believe In" by Parachute 7. i could use a fresh beginning, too: "Learning to Breathe" by Switchfoot (cover by @sugarcrystals, who is amazing and you should really check out her work. Both writing wise and cover wise. I literally gave her "thunder storm themed" and she came up with that. Because I am useless at giving hints.)

A Bridge Over Troubled Waters by M-Raymondovich

Dear Reader: You are precious, priceless, and irreplaceable. In the entire history -- of the entire universe: In the history of all Eternity... There has been, and ever will be, only one you. Herein are opinions, observations, and things autobiographical. These essays and editorials were written within, oh, 2 or 3 years. I've survived autism, mania, depression, amnesia, multiple personalities, being borderline suicidal as a teenager ... and aardvark pox. (Or was it turkey pox?) My "editorial opinions" prove that I'm a fearless, ferocious... ¿Were-Chihuahua? [Every full moon, I turn into an ankle biter.] Me?? Delusional?? Nope. So, OF COURSE, I'm "considering" a career in American politics. {Made you smile.} Or cry: sorry about that. This ain't your typical autobiography. No. It is not. Seriously, though: "I've survived myself" is an acceptable legacy.

Being Called by God! by VictoriaTemple7

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Angel - (Fem reader X Bucky Barnes) by PapaIV_

You are the daughter of Richard and Mary Parker. You were born with special abilities...and no one knows how. Your mother said God had Given earth an Angel... a Protector. Your father wasn't so convinced. He spent years studying you...taking samples. You seemed to grow very quickly, jumping from the age of 6 to 21 in a span of one year. But now your aging has slowed down, your father figured you would be 21 for a long time. Then your baby brother Peter was born....he saved you from all your pain and misery....you protected him....that is until he learned to protect himself.... Being a protector of Earth has always stuck with you....your mother always told you that up until she and your father passed. So when you hear that someone named Loki is attacking...you join a dysfunctional team. Follow your journey as an avenger....learning how to love a man who would be considered a Devil. Could an Angel learn to love the Devil? Could an Angel fix the devil? Or is it you that needs to be fixed? Powers: You have Angel wings, a light blue energy force that is used to blast people, turning your eyes blue. Super strength. And you can control lighting, fire, and Water. (This isn't a power but you are very beautiful, people practically bow to you.) ⚠️Warnings: Violence, Smut, Language⚠️ This may talk about religion, I personally am not very religious but people assume you are from heaven.

God-confident! by emmaroxas

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This is my truth by KristinaFigolah

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Longing for you ✔️ by kainat-kainat

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This is my truth cover

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Longing for you ✔️ cover

My Life Being Dead

Hello. I’m Cassidy. I’m 16 years old, and I am helpless. I’m weak, defenseless and not to mention unassuming. I am utterly boring and uninteresting. I wouldn’t be surprised if God himself overlooked me. Maybe that’s why my life sucks so much. My face is dull and pale, and my hair is mousy brown. My eyes are black and my fingers are long and stringy. Once in junior high, a teacher likened me to ghost. I had wanted to tell her, “Yes. I remind myself of a ghost sometimes too.” But I didn’t say anything in return. I have one friend and even she doesn’t like me for me; only for the shiny new car my step dad bought me. Boys don’t notice me. And when they do it’s only to pick out my flaws and display them to everyone around. All in all, I am a sad and pathetic specimen of a human being. Why am I writing this? Because on June 3rd, 2011, at 12:31 am, I died.