Soulsearching Stories

Dearest Abba is a quiet conversation between God and a searching heart. "Dearest Abba, Why do Christians stray from You?" "Dearest Somto, because they fail to look at me." Somto writes letters not just to God, but to the broken spaces between faith and doubt, devotion and distraction. In a world where religion is loud but intimacy with God is rare, this book peels back the noise to ask the questions believers are often afraid to voice. Why does faith fade? Why does love grow cold? And what happens when God still speaks, but we stop looking His way? Tender, reflective, and deeply spiritual, **Dearest Abba** is for anyone who has loved God, lost focus, and wondered if they could find their way back. This is not a story of perfection-but of return. A reminder that God is always ready to speak...we just stopped listening.

Rasmus, frontman of the rising indie band Rouhi, is slowly unraveling. Amid growing fame and mounting pressure, he's haunted by a quiet emptiness he can't explain. When a devastating betrayal breaks him completely, Ras walks away from everything-music, love, and himself. In a quiet town by the sea, he finds stillness... and people who don't ask him to be anything but real. An old man with a past, a girl with paint on her hands, and silence that heals more than it hurts. But healing isn't linear-and some echoes refuse to stay buried. The Sound of Stillness is a deeply moving novel about brokenness, beauty, and the long, uncertain path to becoming whole again. Told with lyrical prose and raw honesty, it's a story about friendship, creative freedom, and finding your way back-through music, through memory, and through the people who never stopped believing in you.

Like so many people, Joakim combats his inner demons. His latest strategy is uncovering a lost civilization based on a few peculiar words he has picked up in a language he will refer to as Toki Pona. To Joakim, the ancient wisdom of this civilization will set him free. But then he gets trapped in his search when a doctor surgically removes his demons. Now, with the help of a kindred spirit, Joakim finds out who has been sending him messages and what the actual monster is they have to battle. An interdimensional drama, The Toki Ponist on the Mountain is an eclectic read. [** TWO NEW CHAPTERS EVERY TUESDAY **] The Toki Ponist on the Mountain and its sequel Life on the Pods have taken shape during the National November Writing Months (NaNoWriMo) of 2017, 2018 and 2019. During these events the rough draft has gathered over 150,000 words. Now that I finally have time to rework the text I am slowly releasing it.

A collection of spiritual poems.

Not everyone gets a second chance at life. Although, for Ivy that is not the case. Second chance at life, what will she do differently? New school, new meds, new life. But what happens when a dark part of her past makes a reappearance? Does she let it take over her new redefined life or does she fight back? Join Ivy on her journey. #6 rank in soul-searching 4/6/19

Some things don't arrive fully formed. Some thoughts stop mid-sentence. Some feelings refuse to be named. Some hours pass without ever quite becoming anything and yet they leave a mark anyway. The Unfinished Hours is a collection of poems and scattered thoughts written in the margins of ordinary days. About the things that happen between the big moments. The quiet aches. The half-realizations. The 2am clarity that disappears by morning. No particular order. No grand conclusion. Just what was true when it was written. For the ones who think too much and feel even more.

10 year old Amara got out of the car after hearing 2 loud bangs. She discovered her older brother's body, lying in a gushing pool of blood. He was shot in the chest, and died instantly. Amara was the only witness and had seen the killer with her very own eyes. There were no security cameras on that day, and the killer didn't leave any DNA behind, so there was nothing to go off of. The police didn't trust a 10 year old's words, and the case eventually went cold. A few days after her brother's brutal murder, a bomb exploded at his high school, killing 2 students. Amara can't help but wonder if her brother's murder and the bombing were connected. Now a sophomore, Amara finds herself drifting off from reality more than ever. She keeps feeling like she missed something that was important to her brother's murder. But everyone around her keeps telling her to just let it go. Without the help of anyone but herself, Amara is determined to put her brother's murderer behind bars, no matter the risks and sacrifices. Along the way, she gains and loses friendships, and discovers her true potentials in the ineffable mysteries. Is anyone who they really seem?

Simple quotes to help understand meaning of Life

Four teens Tess, Ambrose, Keith and Tristan decided to fly out to Greece for the whole summer to catch a breath after literally spending two years sitting in front of a computer doing online working.

Poetry is catharsis of the soul To the person holding this and reading my words Be gentle, for you hold my heart in your hands and my soul in your mind --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Will be add more as inspiration hits Like and comment <3

short poems from deep within the soul

Feeling lost? Feels like nothing go your way? Feels like something is missing? Together lets find our way.

This "story" is a collection of my poetry, some of these topics are quite adult. The topics of this selection are about acceptance, sadness, depression, healing, and love. I hope that you enjoy my short little poems.

Read along as we dive into the soul and feelings of a normal black teen with just a extra spice of sense. Nikki Lee is 19 years old, recently graduated and lost in this world we call Life. she's trying to figure out what to do and how to get a reign on life so she can have the future she desires. She's also trying to figure out the other big L word. yep, you guessed it, Love! Follow Nikki and her entrees into her trusty notebook called , The Soul Cleansing Diary.

Reflection of being unwanted and following false relations.

You know that feeling of being different and out of place that no one in the world could possibly connect with you? This story is about a girl just like that and how she came to overcome it. I wrote the one chapter off of a writing prompt and I thought I'd share it, if enough people like it I'll write more.

"Death is something sacred in our world. When we die, we become one with the moon and the stars, forever joining our ancestors in StarClan." Nightpaw has been raised to believe in an afterlife of peace and everlasting youth, however, as certain events unfold before her eyes she turns her back on StarClan. Those around her forsake her for her betrayal, while one remains at her side, earning her trust and her love. However, as the night of the blood moon arrives, her world comes crashing down, tearing her away from the one she held so dear. What she believed was the end is just the mere beginning of finding out who she truly is and what her after life will unfold to be. Into the Unknown she goes; secrets unravel as everything she once believed to be reality turns out to be full of heart break, loss, and betrayal. Will she be able to keep her sanity in tact or will she crumble under the pressure? "The beings of the Unknown are far greater than any living or dead creature. We hold the power of fate in our paws."

A soul is born weightless, nameless, pure- It takes a body to endure. To touch, to feel, to rise, to fall- It needs flesh to answer the world's call. And just the same... This body of mine-warm, breathing, alive- Needs a home in which it may survive. Not just four walls and silent air, But a place where love dares to care. After marriage, they said, "You are home." But I wandered like a prayer without a dome. A sacred flame with no temple walls, A poem unspoken, a voice that calls. They dressed me in silk, in vermilion light, But never asked if I slept through the night. Their house was built on lineage and pride- But where in those bricks was I meant to hide? I smiled like a guest, walked on eggshell floors, Each corner echoing locked-up doors. I left my motherland, my girlhood room- And entered silence dressed as a bridegroom's bloom. But what is a house without embrace? A grave with curtains, a roof in space. No eyes that searched my soul to see- No hands that built a place for me. They gave me food, gave me rules, But not the freedom to break their tools. A soul needs a body to feel at peace- And a body needs a home to release. Not shelter from rain or shade from heat- But a truth-soaked ground beneath my feet. A window that knows my weeping face, A room where I'm not out of place. I became homeless, not in street or stone- But in the absence of being known. In every house, I was but a guest- A body dressed... but never blessed. And yet, I rise-slow, fierce, and still- With emptiness now shaped by will. If no home claims this sacred form, Then I will build it in every storm. In my silence, in my breath, in my art- A sanctuary grown inside my heart. For I am not lost, though no one waits- I am the keeper of my gates. Like the soul once found this mortal clay- My home shall find me... one day.

Stuck between a goodbye and a promise to stay, and it became too overwhelming to make any sense so I wrote. I wrote again and again, multiple times within a day or another, until it became this. I'm not done writing, but at least the feelings have cooled down.