Grow Stories

This is a collection of my English poetries. These poetries are some of my best heartfelts. I have created these with all of my emotions. These poetries will make you feel a lot of emotions....and a part of you will always connect to some part of my poetry. I hope my poetries can heal the broken part of your beautiful soul.

Ten children. One night. No answers. Decades ago, the town of Marrow Creek lost ten of its own in a single night. The case was never solved, the memories sealed behind polite silence and shuttered windows. Locals still cross the street to avoid the old school building-and whisper warnings to newcomers. When sixteen-year-old Lila moves in, she isn't scared. She's curious. But curiosity in Marrow Creek has a cost. As Lila begins digging into the unsolved mystery, she uncovers chilling patterns, long-buried secrets, and a cursed pendant that should have stayed hidden. The deeper she goes, the more the truth begins to fracture-and the closer she gets to something that doesn't want to be found. The past isn't dead in Marrow Creek. It's just waiting in the glass.

Poetry about strength

⚠️ 𝘿𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙄𝙈𝙀𝙍 ⚠️ Semua buku hanya untuk bacaan pribadi (offline) tanpa maksud lain. Edit sesuai mood 𝙅𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙇𝙪𝙥𝙖 𝙁𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙖𝙣 𝙑𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙖! 𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙝 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥 Judul Asli: 女配靠抽卡建設荒星 Penulis: meong kulit harimau Jenis: Kelahiran kembali melalui waktu Status: Selesai Pembaruan terakhir: 12 Juli 2022 Bab Terbaru: Bab 136 Sumber: https://www.banxia.co/254_254482/ 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 Ketika Su Qianyun bangun, dia mengenakan aktris pendukung wanita umpan meriam yang merampok seorang pria dari pahlawan wanita dalam sebuah artikel keren antarbintang. Dalam plot, pasangan wanita menculik dan meracuni pahlawan wanita, tetapi selalu dihancurkan oleh pahlawan wanita ke segala arah, dan berakhir dengan menyedihkan. Dia tidak akan menemani pria anjing mana pun yang suka merampok. Su Qianyun mendaftar untuk Rekonstruksi Bintang Desolate, dan menyelinap pergi sebagai rasa hormat. Ketika dia tiba di tempat tujuan, dia menemukan bahwa seluruh planet itu tandus, dan tanahnya tandus, membuat orang ingin menangis. [Ding - sistem penarikan kartu telah diaktifkan! Su Qianyun : Aku bisa melakukannya lagi! Dengan usahanya-- [Ding! Selamat atas Kartu Tanaman Anda "Benih Pohon Persik"! Ding ! Selamat mendapatkan kartu nilai tambah "Growth Fluid" X10! Ding ! Selamat mendapatkan kartu skill "Kesi"! ] Su Qianyun bekerja keras untuk mengolah dan membuka warisan budaya takbenda. Netizen antarbintang menyaksikan tanpa daya ketika bintang tandus berubah menjadi tempat perlindungan persik dengan rumput hijau dan bunga. Melihatnya seperti seorang pengrajin tua, mendirikan taman kelas atas, dan menyiarkan porselen, sulaman sutra, dan obat-obatan ke seluruh dunia di waktu luangnya, telah menarik perhatian semua orang. Netizen antarbintang yang mengejeknya di ruang siaran langsung membuat wajah

A book imma use to share things I want you to hear me out on. but mostly shitpost. so a shitpost book but I like the current name better

[COMPLETED] My first collection of poetry. There are 50 poems: I hope you enjoy it. It was the story of my life. Is it the story of yours? Cᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ © 2013 - InkButterfly

This is the fourth part of a project called the "Daily Self Growth Journal." Its purpose is to prompt readers to journal through encouragement, motivation, and inspiration. In it, the first thing I do is provide a motivational, or inspirational quote from someone noteworthy. Then I provide a verse from the Bible, the source of God's wisdom. Then a vocabulary word to ponder. If you're not bored yet, feel free to read the message I include and see what you think. But the most important part is the role you take. That is to journal what's going on in your life. It's easy, just answer the daily journaling questions provided. The whole process shouldn't take much more than 5 minutes of your time, but I hope and pray those five minutes a day will change your life. Thanks, Jake

In this I will write many Motivational stories which will inspire you and specifically youth... !

Alexis was always gifted ever since her birth. For Alexis her life has never been easy. Always running from different places due to her not being accepted by humans or her own kind she has never truly had a place to call home. She has always blessed with beauty and a strong will. Even with her grace and beauty she has never truly known love. What will happen now when she runs into Chad/Number 274? What will happen? Read on to find out. I OWN NOTHING BUT MY OC DESCRIPTION AND MAKING THIS STORY!

𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐚 /ˌmɛtəˈnɔɪə/ (Noun) to turn away from the dark, and face the light. change in one's way of life resulting from penitence or spiritual conversion; a transformative change of heart. "I've not been crying! Just, stay away. You don't understand. You never will." Rhea has always felt misunderstood. Her parents were always distant, yet they assumed they were not, always forcing her to be the ideal daughter, ignoring her pleas for help. Her friends loved her outward image, the perfect girl with everything worked out. However, inwardly, she's a mess that cries herself to sleep each night. Tears stain her journal entries. She's broken, her edges jagged and sharp. "Well I do, no matter what you think of me. I care about you. Very much so." Then one day she meets someone. Someone who drives away her nightmares, who makes her belief in life skyrocket. Someone who sees through her pretences, who wipes away her tears. Someone who believes being broken is not necessarily a bad thing. Little does she know how deep his understanding of her situation goes. Would he glue her pieces back together, or find beauty in her shattered pieces? Would they walk off into the sunset together, their backs facing the dark, their faces aglow?

"Do you want to go for a walk?" he asks as he raises the cigarette to his lips another time, drawing in a breath of smoke. It seems like with every drag he takes, the more arrogant he becomes. "Where, sir, would we go?" I tease a little, erecting my posture and purposefully looking deep into his eyes. I bite my bottom lip. Again, he raises his right eyebrow. I realize I enjoy intriguing him. He paused, then exhaled sweet, white smoke out the side of his mouth never breaking eye contact with me. The energy between us is thick. I feel a small, secret nervousness in my stomach. I can see him thinking as we stand there, deeply staring into each other's eyes, our bodies close enough that if I decided to reach my hand out, I could touch him. In that moment I notice I haven't touched him yet. I want to know what it's like. "Why don't you find out," he utters finally. And with that, he turns around flicking his cigarette onto the glistening, wet street, and left. I stood in shock for a moment, wondering if he responded to my question or if he had read my mind. I watch him walk away with such certainty, a confident poise I haven't seen in another man before. The rhythm of his leather boots striking the paved sidewalk echo in my ears. I shudder. I smile. I glance towards the bar and see my friends still sitting at the booth by the window. All of them busy conversing with those boys from before, except for one. Irene is looking at me through the glass, her mouth open with shock and excitement. We make eye contact and she shrugs her shoulders. I look down at my black boots then back up at him. As he strolls away I notice how well his back and shoulders make that old, leather jacket look. I like the way he walks. In that second I knew, following this man would be the easiest decision I have ever made. With that, I take my first step.

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"They call me the wild rose, but my name was Elisa Day. Why they call me it I do not know. For my name was Elisa Day" Beauty does not last forever. It fades and wrinkles like the wild, red roses that grow down by the river. He could not bear to watch her beautiful face the same fate as the rose he held in his hand.

What is the impact of the past on our present? What if you see it in front of you all over again? What reaction will you have? How to react? Let's learn the importance of our present in the BB13 way with SidNaaz...

I write emotional poetry and try to create beautiful imagery as I describe all the situations that people deal with in their lives. This is a collection of my true inner thoughts and feelings. Yet, I like to keep little mystery so I am curious to know your interpretation of it. I hope it makes you feel something and you can relate! I would love to know your experiences or situations so please feel free to message anything or comment if you feel comfortable. Thank you for reading. Lots love from the author.

The most beautiful form of poetry in my opinion. :)

To mourn the loss of a loved one and to accept this loss is never easy. This short tale depicts the journey of a girl, born in the digital era, as she goes through a series of overwhelming emotions but just doesn't know how to showcase it.