Presence Stories

Depuis trente-cinq ans, Clora écrit chaque jour à l'homme qu'elle a perdu. Chaque matin, elle dépose ses lettres dans une boîte aux lettres installée sur sa tombe. Un rituel immuable, une façon de survivre à l'absence... ou de s'y enfermer. Mais un jour, quelque chose change. Un signe. Une présence. Une sensation trop réelle pour être ignorée. Et si le silence n'en avait jamais été un ? Peu à peu, Clora bascule dans un monde où les frontières entre souvenir, désir et surnaturel s'effacent. Là où l'amour ne meurt pas... mais se transforme. Plus sombre. Plus intense. Plus dangereux. Jusqu'à devenir impossible à fuir. Car certains liens ne se brisent jamais. Ils attendent. Dans le silence.

A symbolic story about a being made of Mind, Body, and Energy-struggling under the weight of thoughts. As the fog of mental noise thickens, clarity fades... until stillness begins to reveal the forgotten voice of the soul.

Everywhere you go you see the people you have lost in a past life. Their presence sickens you to the core.

A poetic meditation on presence, beauty, and becoming. "You" is a love letter to the world, the self, and the quiet mystery that still lies beyond. Through rich imagery and soft revelations, it captures the rare moment when the veil lifts-and you realize you're falling in love with everything. Especially what can't be named.

What happens when a man stops chasing attention, stops trying to be impressive, and stops fixing what wasn't asked? Same Street, Different Roads is a reflective dialogue on authentic living, self-discovery, and quiet strength. This pivotal chapter explores ego, influence, and emotional maturity through a raw conversation about presence and grounded leadership. The complete novel is available on Amazon.

The world was and always will be a broken place. Because there is always someone who wants more and even the purest soul can't fix it, that's why we leave some things forgotten. But the truth about Doherty's secret is eagerly sought, and the question remains... Who will find it out first? May is a girl like any other, or at least she was. Ever since her mother was suddenly murdered, it's not the normal rosy life she have always lived. What would lead someone to do such a thing? Of course, she won't leave it alone and wants to find the murder together with the others at all costs, in order to return her to at least a little bit of a normal life. But the closer they get, the more they learn that their lives will probably never be the same. (some parts are unsuitable for people under the age of 15) I will be very grateful for your opinions, advices and reminders about mistakes (English is not my language and I'm not the best at writing in it so translating the story is not the easiest for me.. So i want to warn you in advance for the possible grammar mistakes..But I'm still trying my best and want to make the story available to my friends and fans from other countries. ^^) Enjoy it!

We live in a competitive world, and having the right qualifications and experience is no longer enough to guarantee success.

In a world that rarely slows down, finding space for God's grace in daily life can feel like a challenge. Yet, Pastor Thom O'Leary of Mountainbrook Church reminds us that grace isn't reserved for Sunday mornings - it's meant to be carried into every conversation, decision, and moment. This message invites us to live intentionally, allowing God's presence to transform our ordinary routines into sacred rhythms.

IT'S AN HORROR STORY I COME UP WITH, THIS STORY IS ABOUT PSYCHO-KILLER AND HORROR AS WELL THE MORE YOU READ THE MORE INTEREST DEVELOP IT'S MY FIRST STORY AND, I HOPE YOU SUPPORT ME

This piece is about the truth people avoid because it makes leaving harder: no one is interchangeable. It explores the difference between replacing a role and replacing a person, and the quiet way presence leaves permanent marks. This isn't comfort - it's recognition.

Somewhere Softer Now is a quiet letter about love that lingers without demanding, and presence that changes shape instead of disappearing. It speaks to the kind of connection that remains even in silence - the listening that stays when words run out.