A Warrior Called Mother
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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
It Does Get Better
This is a story of hope. It is about a South African woman's journey, influenced by her upbringing and shaped by unfortunate events. The story follows her from when she came to know life up to her current life. The purpose is to give hope to others who may feel like their upbring or unfortunate turns in their lives are end of the road. Life does get better, the main character just kept going and is still keeping on.Complete
Dear William
This is my true life story dedicated to my eldest son, William. In Part One, I relive my own childhood which was over shadowed by my mother's mental health problems and the traumatic incidents that had a huge impact on my life. In Part Two, I face a series of heartbreaking events as a mother myself. My many experiences have influenced me in a big way. I wish to share my story with others. Certain names and places have been changed to protect identities.Complete
After Everything
Prologue: Before the storm, there was softness. There was laughter in quiet cafes, late-night calls that turned into early mornings, hands tangled in each other like roots learning how to hold. There was a boy who made me feel seen, and a girl who still believed that love-real love-could be enough. We weren't perfect, but we were in love. The kind of love that feels handwritten by the universe. The kind of love you bet everything on, even when the odds start to shift. But the thing about love is that it doesn't unravel all at once. It frays. Quietly. Softly. One skipped detail. One unanswered question. One moment of doubt that grows roots while you're still convincing yourself everything's fine. This is a story about that unraveling. About the ache of being almost chosen. About trust that cracked before it broke. But it's also a story about resilience. About finding your voice in the silence. About choosing love-not just in someone else, but in yourself. Because sometimes the greatest love stories aren't the ones that come easy. They're the ones you fight for, walk away from, and learn to return to with open eyes. This is not just a love story. It's a reckoning. A healing. A reminder that sometimes, even in the aftermath, love still finds a way back. And this time, it's real.Complete
Almost, Always 🍁🥀
"Almost, Always" 🍁🌹 Some people enter your life like whispers...soft, sudden, and gone before you can hold on. She didn't expect to see him again. Not after years, not like this. Not when she had finally learned how to forget the boy who never truly left her mind. But fate isn't loud..it's quiet, casual... cruel. In a classroom filled with noise, their glances screamed stories. A slow-burn connection, unsaid words, and almosts that could've been everything. This is not a fairytale. This is a memory rewritten..with the ending she deserved.
Is it sweeter the second time around?
i wrote this story not to became the famous woman who can't be moved. i wrote this because there is so much words written in my heart that i can't mouth. the words i wish i said. !-read the note first.Complete
My Xianxia Rant
This can't be called a story, this isn't even my notes for a story, this is just my writing because I can. If you don't like it don't read, it's just an emotional outlet for, and nothing more than that.Complete
Grace in the darkest place
She lived for us. Every breath she took was a prayer whispered in silence. Every sacrifice, a seed of love planted in the soil of our future. Her journey was not easy. It was carved with battles no one saw, and storms that shook the very walls of our home. But Mum... Mum chose faith when fear was easier. She chose hope when everything felt lost. She carried us, even when her own strength was fading. This is her journey. A story of love so deep it healed wounds, of courage that did not bow to pain, of grace that lit the darkest nights. A short memoir of my MotherComplete
"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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