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THE BOOK OF FORGOTTEN DELIBERATELY
"Some truths don't set you free. They set you on fire." They told me not to open that book. They warned me with stories-old, crusty ones-about madness, about secrets best left untouched. They said the library's far wing was cursed. That the books in that section didn't whisper wisdom-they screamed. But curiosity has a strange way of settling into your bones, especially when you've lived your entire life inside walls built from someone else's truths. My name? It doesn't matter-not yet. This story isn't about names. It's about what was forgotten deliberately. And how I found it. I wasn't born a rebel. I didn't want to challenge kingdoms or rewrite history. I just wanted to understand who I was, why I felt out of place, and what those strange dreams meant. The ones with burning skies and voices calling me by a name no one else knew. This isn't a tale of heroes and villains. It's messier than that. It's about a girl who found a truth so big, it didn't fit into her world. And maybe-just maybe-it won't fit into yours either. But I'll tell it anyway. Because stories like this-whispers like these-were never meant to stay silent. Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead), events, or locales is purely coincidental. The stories in this book are designed to entertain, provoke thought, and explore a range of emotions and themes. They do not intend to offend or represent any belief system, historical accuracy, or cultural narrative in a literal way. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form without the prior written permission of the author.Complete
The Story of Angelo
There are two people with interesting pasts that made them believe that having a close friendship was impossible. When something bad happens in a lab that made him lose a close friendship, a boy believes there will be no other person the same as his friend. And when a back and forth move between cities makes her lose contact with a close friend, a girl believes there will be no other person who has the same sense of adventure that she has. In a story of friendship and discovery, two people with a mutual interest in the stars figure out the truth behind all the happenings and where their old friends have gone. And as a star grows unusually fast, so will their friendship and their knowledge of the truth.Complete
Color Added
I recall how my sister and I used to recite a little poem together as we gazed up at the big, star-studded, Kansas night sky together. "Star, light, star bright, First star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, Have this wish I wish tonight" She used to tickle me until I would tell her what I had wished for. You know what? God heard my boyish wish upon a star and granted me a life filled with adventure. If you ask me why He chose to grant my wish, I'd say it was so that I could share my adventures with others. Now, you may expect that, as Mark Twain said, my stories have at least an element of truth, but that I've added a lot of color - truth be told, they are more flavor than fact. I expect that my brother is right when he says that I've added so much color so as to make the stories mostly fiction. I hope you can tolerate this.Complete
Dream Is A Killer
They say your wish come true upon seeing a shooting star, and he believed it, but that was when he was five. Now, at ten, he knows that it's yet another spaceship passing by.Complete
Almond
"Some people teach you how to speak again. Others make you wish you'd stayed silent." _____ Almond A quiet love. A buried past. A story that will leave you aching. She doesn't talk much-not about the things that matter. Not about the names she still can't say aloud. Not about the night that changed everything. She just wants to breathe without breaking. To disappear into the background and not be noticed. But He notices her. Gentle where others push, patient where others pry-he doesn't ask her to open up. He just stays. And sometimes, that's louder than words. But love is never simple. And even the softest hearts have storms waiting inside them. "A soft love story wrapped in ache, healing, and unspoken words. Walk with me through the quiet chaos of two broken hearts trying to find their way. You won't regret it." -----
Brutally yours
To the quiet girls with stormy hearts. To the boys who feel too much but show too little. To those who were never chosen first - but loved like they were the last. This story is for the unseen, the unheard, the untamed. For every soul who thought they were "too soft" for this world - and found someone who didn't just see their softness, but protected it with fire. For anyone who still believes that love isn't always gentle - but when it's real, it is brutally honest, brutally fierce, and brutally yours. And most of all - To the one who dreams loud in silence: This is your story. You just haven't lived it yet.Complete
Talking to the Stars (Completed)
Big empty rooms. Yells echoing across the corridors. The stench of Mother's whisky breath. The sound of the clock in the dining hall where Father never eats, endlessly ticking away the hours without him. Sometimes, there are scars that don't go away. This is not a love story. It's not about magic and hope. This is the story of my life, for the times I had no one but the stars. _____ I clambered onto the roof, even if it was chilly for star watching. I needed a helping hand. “Why?” I asked the sky, the moon, the stars—anyone who would listen. But they didn’t answer. How childish of me, to talk to the stars, I was pathetic wasn’t I? Yet I tried again. “Help?” Nothing. “Talk to me you damn stars!” I shouted. Just then, a shooting star flew by, like a dashing stroke of paint, gone as quickly as it had come. It seemed that this was my chance. I said, “I wish someone would love me, as much as I love the stars.” And to those words, I went back into my room, my cell, and awaited my fate.Complete
Premonitions
Best friends Kaylee and Kelly aren't your average sixteen year olds. They have prophetic dreams and when Kaylee dreams of a guy getting killed, her whole world turns upside down. People are after her and Kelly, forcing them to run and find a new home. But are there others like them?Complete
"Some truths don't set you free. They set you on fire." They told me not to open that book. They warned me with stories-old, crusty ones-about madness, about secrets best left untouched. They said the library's far wing was cursed. That the books in that section didn't whisper wisdom-they screamed. But curiosity has a strange way of settling into your bones, especially when you've lived your entire life inside walls built from someone else's truths. My name? It doesn't matter-not yet. This story isn't about names. It's about what was forgotten deliberately. And how I found it. I wasn't born a rebel. I didn't want to challenge kingdoms or rewrite history. I just wanted to understand who I was, why I felt out of place, and what those strange dreams meant. The ones with burning skies and voices calling me by a name no one else knew. This isn't a tale of heroes and villains. It's messier than that. It's about a girl who found a truth so big, it didn't fit into her world. And maybe-just maybe-it won't fit into yours either. But I'll tell it anyway. Because stories like this-whispers like these-were never meant to stay silent. Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead), events, or locales is purely coincidental. The stories in this book are designed to entertain, provoke thought, and explore a range of emotions and themes. They do not intend to offend or represent any belief system, historical accuracy, or cultural narrative in a literal way. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form without the prior written permission of the author.
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