Grateful Stories

ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴅᴇᴅɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ/ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs

Michael Jackson was a 30yr old man who has a newborn son by Tatiana she left him at his doorstep with a letter and knocked on the door ....When Michael opened up the door he couldn't believe it there was a baby sitting in front of his doorstep in the freezing n cold he brought him inside to keep him warm When Michael read the note he couldn't believe that was his son and didn't want him so he raised him on his own

When you're down, all you need to do is find what you're grateful for! Follow me, Russell Maranan AKA Russell talk in my daily journals. Journaling what I think of today and how I act. Without a further ado, here is my book! Remember when you feel down, always remember what you're grateful for! I hope you all enjoy! P.S.-Check my church's site: incmedia.org It inspired me to make this and of course the Iglesia Ni Cristo.

Do you want to have a deeper relationship with God? Come, taste, and see the goodness of the Lord through this book. With daily devotions, filled with reminders and verses to fulfil God's promises in your life. Join me, as we unlock the mysteries of God's heart.

Collection of poems from two oversensitive hearts. Our work doesn't belong to a specific genre. It's free from all bonds. Just some words that helped us expressing emotion. Be kind towards it because we are highly connected to whatever we are writing. Have a good day!! Cover by @author_unid3ntified.

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　 i just can't compare you with anything in this world . you're all i need to be here with forevermore .

Sometimes we see others in a worst off position than ourselves highlighting how lucky we are. Other times we feel guilty or ashamed for being content. And on other occasions we know how blessed we are yet ten minutes later we're in a mood about something petty. This one's about what a wonderful gift being purely happy is and how we should treasure the feeling whenever we experience it.

Ancestors, I thank you for living your life so that I may live mine. I thank you for allowing me to experience life as I know it.

A bird came to me and said, "hi....princess....welcome to this world.....miss highness....." "Hh......hhell......hhhhhelllloooo" I said confusingly..... "Highness....Pls make your way to pritika Land..... All your servers are waiting to serve you there...." "Wait....what's this pritika Land??? Where is it located???" "Okk....Let me tell u...." She came inside my room.... A yellow sparkle dust revolved around her..... like something evolution took place ..... And yeah....A evolution happened.... The bird now turned into a sweet,cute little girl..... The girl had long hairs which were tied up in pairs....She had soft, chubby cheeks , she was very fair....Nd had blue eyes....She was neatly dressed.....She wore a cute short yellow frock....she wore a pearl necklace around her neck, followed by a pearl bracelet around her wrist....she had fine, polished shoes.... "Hey....u.....u.....how can it happen?" I said.... I hold her hairs and began searching for the white one.... "Dear highness....What are u doing with my hairs?" "Searching for the white hair " "But.why?" "I heard in my childhood.....that all witches have white hairs....if the white hair is pulled out from her head.....she dies....And then all the magic vanishes" "But highness....I am not a witch" "Then what are you? Hmmm....An evil spirit or something else" "No.....I'm not an evil spirit.....I ve come to guide you to the Pritika Land" "What the shit is this? I don't wanna go anywhere.....what is Pritika Land...A garbage bin...." "No....That's ur land....He home.....where you r the queen...." "What I'm a queen? No....U r a witch and u want to take me to a different place and do some evil actions with me....I will not go anywhere...." "Okk....so is it your final decision???" "Yeah...." "Okk...wait" She chanted something and threw the yellow sparkled dust on me..... "Hilli....gilli....hocus and focus" And then everything was blur.... I woke up and found my self in a beautiful room.....

The Widow's Legacy is a moving story of a woman who adopts four orphans and becomes a mother figure to them, changing their lives forever.

Hashire Sori Yo... Well, There's something inside here that I've wanted to tell you all...

This is a haphazardly written poem that was barely refined, thanks to a state of flow that took over me after a dangerous experience that left me shook for days or weeks. It's one of those works that just sprang out of me. I have never been the biggest fan of poetry despite understanding the meaning behind it. But this tale wanted to get written in a certain way.

The world is full of chaos always, nothing harms looking at the bright side for a while.

A little book to discuss my dissociative identity disorder and how my life works as an alter, I guess

Friendship is just a word until you find someone who gives you the definition.

Verses of the Glorious Qur'an

This is a short story poem book, it touches on different levels of emotions and issues that arise in the daily life... from complete boredom to intense anger.