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.

"You can only push a person so far before they break." The dark veil of the Black Prom Massacre still hangs heavy over Chamberlain, Maine. Everyone believes the tragedy's catalyst, Carrie White, is dead, but they are wrong. Barely clinging to life and sanity, Carrie flees her infamous past, alone and hunted for the devastating telekinetic power that erupted from her. Just as hope fades, a mysterious older man finds her and leads her to the only person who might hold the key to her survival: Jago, a Tibetan warrior-monk consumed by a quest for atonement. But Carrie's troubles have only just begun. The same deadly forces that stalk the competitors of the Killer Instinct tournament-those who seek to harness her "cursed" ability-are closing in. With the terrifying, impending apocalypse of Gargos's invasion drawing near, Carrie must master the raw, brutal strength of her power before it consumes her. The journey towards redemption has begun. ------------------------------------------ Cover credited by @Niranju98. Disclaimer: Microsoft and Rare own Killer Instinct Stephen King owns Carrie. *EDITING

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.

It was hard for me to grow up, being surrounded by men who only valued lustful satisfactions, such and sex, drugs and money. I was never a fan of any of those things, so that forced me to go on a path of my own, during that journey, I discovered my own philosophy. A philosophy which values having principle above all.

After ten years of a quiet, crumbling marriage, Hyacinth finally chose herself. In the solitude of the countryside, she began to heal-rediscovering the woman she lost while loving someone else. But when a high school reunion brings the past crashing back, old feelings resurface... and so do the questions she thought she'd buried. Is she ready to forgive, or has she finally learned that some love stories are better left in the past?

Hi! I'm Sumire Ocean Fisher and I am 14! This is my family: Slenderwoman/ Ruby (mother, alive.), Lennawise/ Six (other mother, alive), Sal/Sally face (Uncle, Alive) and Blair Riddle (In love with, Alive). (A/n: I don't own Anything, I own my oc's!)

This book captures the journey of a young woman as she finds herself at a crossroad of life. Sick of trying to walk the same path only to come up short and left empty handed. In order to find her way she must completely shattered all that makes her her.

a collection of poems for when your heart is heavy, empty, or half full.

Words, how much power they possess _RZ

From his penthouse in the sky, the world is at Paul's feet. But all the wealth in London can't fill the emptiness left by his parents' sudden death. Trapped in a life that feels more like a cage than a gift, he is a ghost in his own home. The city hums on, but his world is silent. What happens when the only way forward is to leave everything behind? Faced with a future he never asked for, Paul makes a choice: to disappear. To trade his gilded prison for the open road, in search of the one thing he's truly lost-himself.

Thoughtful musings about Life.

Compilation of poems I originally wrote over the years

INFINITE FIGHTERS MIDDLE WILDLAND 3: SHADIRA - The Mirror of a Lost Soul After crossing the dimensional portal, Valdira finds herself in a world where technology has erased all traces of magic. A world that has never heard of Seona or Arcadora. Here, time flows faster-and she is transformed into a frail teenage girl, mistaken for a homeless drifter. Her powers are gone. Her identity, fractured. And for the first time... she sees her true reflection. With no name to cling to, a new one emerges: Shadira. An identity without history. A shadow born of uncertainty. By fate, she discovers a small bookstore owned by Rozita Adara- a woman who once dreamed of Seona, and who remembers the name Kael Adravion... the father Valdira has long searched for. But Kael is no longer who he once was. Now known as Karl Adrian, he lives an ordinary life- with a new family, and no memory of the realms he helped shape. --- In this third chapter of Infinite Fighters, Valdira's journey leads through the heart of reality itself- to uncover the forgotten past of her father, a quantum physicist whose lost experiment once tore open the gateway to Arcadora. Through Rozita's memories, the truth begins to unravel: of love and betrayal, of Syavadark's secret legacy, and the myths buried deep within Seona's fate. Now, Valdira must choose: > Remain a shadow of her former self... Or become Shadira-the heir to change. No magic. No allies. No one to believe in her. But in a world that has forgotten her name... a new destiny is quietly waiting.

just a poetry collection with original compositions and personal favorites

We all are engrossed in living our lives, that even when the thought of death comes we keep it aside, as if it will stay there and never confront us. So here's me accepting the reality of death. It can happen any moment now or then. Accepting death brings something very surprising with it. It brings a realization that you've got to live to the fullest, for one day you wouldn't be able to. And so till you can, you should.

Poems for the soul

At a highest of #5 in poetry on 26/12/2015 We are not afraid to love, but are afraid of not being loved back... "I didn't choose to love you, it just happened, I desired to hate you, but it didn't happen All for once, you seemed to light The darkness encompassing my soul, And a mate- To devour my loneliness"... It wasn't my mouth, rather my heart. I didn't speak this out, but felt to the optimum... I did love...someone...my best friend ever...but he couldn't love me back, and the very thought would induce a certain fear in me, a dreadful insecurity, which I suppose, was to leave its footprints on the ages to come... This is my life;this is my memoir;this is my soul, all bound by a common thread- the thread of my isolated mind, and the fabric of my forbidden love...

Mandy Halder had everything figured out: a job (that she hated), a promising career path (can you call academia promising?), and a boyfriend (who "just wants different things" now, apparently). So maybe she never had everything figured out, but she did have stability and a steady income, and what more could a twenty-something ask for? After Mandy is unceremoniously fired and left without funding to continue her graduate program, she's left without a plan--possibly for the first time ever. And after her live-in boyfriend makes it clear that he now expects them to move back to his hometown, Mandy realizes that the only place she can go is home. Soon, Mandy finds herself participating in a city-wide scavenger hunt for a hidden rock, surprising herself as she finds more ghosts, old flames, and memories than she ever could have expected--or hoped for. Set against the wild natural beauty of the Las Vegas desert, Rock Bottom reminds us that sometimes not knowing is the best thing to rejoice in, and that sometimes going back is the only way forward.

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.

My soul is Kite 'nd Wants to fly in your Dreams.............!