Herstory Stories

In the age of social media, isn't it funny how an accidental like can lead to so much more? Anne Boleyn and Catherine Parr were never meant to cross paths but sometimes fate (and a double-tap) forces them together. A modern-day college AU of what the six queens of Henry the VIII lives would have been like, focused on a queer relationship storyline between Anne Boleyn and Catherine Parr.

Contest Entry for 'The Body Myth' Challenge by Penguinindia. Excerpt : The woman was sitting on a park bench in West Point Gardens, where I came every Sunday for a five-kilometer walk. She couldn't see me, but I had stopped mid-stride to stare at her. I looked at her for three reasons: (1) her face was twisted in contemplation; (2) she was wearing a beige kurta with a transparent golden dupatta; and (3) she was fucking gorgeous. I am a woman who takes great pleasure in noticing other women, in raw appreciation for our sex, but also as a comparative study. I could not, however, take the time to assess her beauty. She was onto something strange. Her head darted behind and to the side; I was sure she was checking to see if anyone was looking at her. She was in the center of a vast bamboo garden. No one else was around. I was in the corner, out of her view. She looked back to the center, her facial muscles tweaked with confidence. She took a few deep breaths and started to tremble.

I was born for him - To be with him, to serve him, to love him. My eyes seek only his validation. My heart beats only for his name. My hands ache to touch only his presence. My feet move only in his direction. My body bends, curves, and surrenders - only under his gaze. They say, "Without devotion, love cannot survive. And without love, devotion cannot be attained." And my devotion for him is untouched, unwavering. My heart is filled with a love that belongs only to him - The one my eyes are forever searching for. As I tied the strings of my anklets-anklets that once chimed with devotion but would ring with destruction tonight-I wrapped myself in silk, coiled my hair, and adorned it with Kanakambaram flowers. But not with love this time. Tonight, they burn with fury. When the forces of destruction shook my city-our heaven, Srirangam-with the invasion of those others, I made a decision. A choice born not from fear but fire: to show them what real devotion is. The power of love. The might of the one who seeks nothing but gives everything. When the army of Delhi Sultanate neared the temple-our divine abode-I knew what to do. I knew no mortal hand driven by violence and greed would be allowed to touch him. To see him. They did not deserve the sight. Not even a glimpse. So tonight, my legs will move. My body will curve. My lips will sing. And my hands-my hands will kill. For those who believe they can rule, who think they can take what was never theirs-I will show them what a dance of destruction truly looks like. Every yuga, when man thinks he is god, my god rises to remind them who the real one is. But this time, he is not alone. He has me. I am Vellayi. The Devadasi of Srirangam. The one they call a living goddess. But to him... I am just his simple love. All my life, I have lived, breathed, and danced for only one. To me, he is everything. My Ranga. © Ival_Nidhi_Writes 2025 All rights reserved.

A story about a girl who writes her diary of life . This diary is the secret door to her life . A life in a lovely diary . She had held her life in that book . The thoughts of her life , a treasure that must be kept hidden unless the right moment arises. The story of her own . The days that await enlightened is far away from her life . °°°°°°°°°°°°° She tried to reach them but always by slip of a second . She misses each rhythm of her life one by one . She is broken but strong , no one would dare to touch her willpower of happiness and joy that she created on her own . She has felt it coming near her as she waits the days of happiness in her life , finally its time to reach her. °°°°°°°°°°°°°° Someting she never told anyone about , the darkness in her life . Where all that was left for her was misery and sadness. She returns to her life filled with happiness , a flower which has completely bloomed . She waits for the joyful moments yet to come . Seems like its time for her to tell her story filled with magic Thanks to : artist Sam yang Editor & Story writer : Me , Myself Yrs : 2024

"I was just trying to win a football match. Not accidentally summon a cosmic rift, get hunted by gravity-wielding assassins, or fall for the girl who can crush tanks with a flick of her wrist." Kieran Vale was a regular fifteen-year-old with insane footwork and a low-key obsession with Cristiano Ronaldo - until the day his football exploded with Rift energy and turned him into the most wanted player in the multiverse. Now, with monsters clawing through the sky, a mysterious academy watching his every move, and Avelyn - a fiery warrior-girl who's stronger, smarter, and way out of his league - Kieran's caught in a war he didn't sign up for. But if the world's ending, he might as well go out like a legend. Action. Romance. Chaos. And a glowing football that might just save reality.

She was loud but unheard, soft but unseen. She gave, loved, stayed, broke, rebuilt. This isn't a fiction story - it's every part of her that was never spoken. Read if you've ever been everything for others... but nothing in their eyes. This is her story. This is my story. you will know about a girl who has attitude, softness, love but she don't have anyone to express it.

Sometimes it's that one moment, that one person, that one incident which is all that's required to change somebody. The extent to which they can change is scary. It's frightening to know what that one thing can do to someone. Sometimes the change is for the better and sometimes it's just their way of coping, of making sure nothing like that happens ever again. Sometimes the person you knew will come back eventually and sometimes they just die, waiting to be buried. I hope the poem helps capture those emotions. The transitions one goes through are compared to seasons. This is one of those poems that was hard to write and took me forever to complete but I love the end result and it was worth the time. This whole piece is very close to my heart for a million reasons and I really hope you can connect to it on some level as well.

We all have moments we never want to forget or some which we never want to remember. These are your moments, these are my moments and some are well... some are just a wild figment of my imagination. A/N: Each chapter is a complete story by itself.

This is the tale of a girl, from her first breath to the woman she has become today. Through joy and sorrow, triumph and heartache, she has learned, grown, and changed. This poetic journey follows her steps-big and small-that have shaped her life. It's a story of strength, vulnerability, and the beautiful mess that makes her who she is. Walk with her through the pages of time, and witness the world through her eyes. This is more than just her past-it's her future unfolding.

My name is Emily Hawkins. My family and I had just moved too California 4 months ago I was not at all happy. In Kansas, At my old school I had got bullied, and tortured by the " mean girls " and had gotten made fun of by people I didn't even know but worshipped the mean girls so of course they would do anything they did. But I had a best friend, her name was Laura she was with me through everything that's the one reason I didn't leave this horrible place because I couldn't leave her or hurt her and I hate she's still in that place without me by her side. I now go to Middle East high school and you can say that's how everything started and how I became the " hoodie girl " and met " him " and how he changed everything. ___________________________________________ Hi guys, my name is dajanae! I hope you enjoy this story. This is my first book so feel free to comment any mistakes or things I should do in upcoming chapters. I wont tolerate hate too a certain point if it gets to far. But I won't mind feedback. Happy reading!

Aria is a 19 yr old that is still figuriing life out. She's an emotional, sensitive, and stubborn college student. All she's ever wanted was to find love, but when she does, her issues start to show in the worst way possible.

Kat's suicide story. Kat is a 12 year old young girl, she gets bullied at school everyday and abused by her father at home. Till the point.. her blood is as red as the bow in her hair.

The story of Destini.

After what happened in the thorn bush, everything changed. As a female her rights were violated but that did not stop her from fighting. Besides the life changing event she encountered more life threatening challenges, she nearly lost her life in the journey of finding herself but in the end she became a reflection of her name. iMbali a flower, and this is her story.

My story list. xoxo~

"lemme tell you a lil story bout a bad ass jit" - Dee Watkins . A story about a girl who's in the hood, where people think she doesn't belong . She proves she isn't what they think about her based off how she looks like . She's been in the system for a few months & she's never been able to stay in one place for too long . READ FOR MORE .

What we think we are is not what we are meant to be but just an option of who we could be and what we are is not what we thought we could possibly be.

I tell her story like its my own . . . because it is. Her loneliness, her happiness, her love, and passions all spilled. a story hard to tell. A story never told before.

This is about a south Asian women's story. The struggle she goes through and how she deals with it or maybe she doesn't and that's why she decided to write her emotions down.

Name: Richa Sharma, Age: 21 Sushmita Sharma, Age: 45 (Mother) Aman Saini, Age: 48 (Father) They live in Mumbai. Richa's mother, Sushmita, is very strict and behaves in a toxic way towards her. Because of this, Richa feels very disturbed and unhappy. She does not get the love and care from her mother that she needs. Sushmita never allows Richa to go out or enjoy her life like other children. Even in school, Richa's teachers feel that she is distracted and not able to focus properly. She does not have any close friends because her mother never lets her socialize. One day, Richa's friend Kareena invites her to her birthday party. At first, Richa is scared to ask her mother, but somehow she gathers courage and asks for permission. Surprisingly, her mother agrees and allows her to go. When Richa reaches Kareena's house, she feels very happy and relaxed. The environment there is completely different from her own house. Kareena's mother welcomes her warmly and treats her with kindness. She hugs her and makes her feel comfortable. Richa feels a kind of love and care that she has never experienced before. Kareena and Richa spend a lot of time talking, laughing, and enjoying the party. Richa feels free and happy. She realizes how different her life is compared to others. Kareena's family is loving and supportive, while Richa's home feels cold and strict. After some time, Kareena tells Richa that her father is coming soon, and they will cut the cake together. Richa feels emotional seeing such a happy family environment. She starts thinking about her own life and wishes her mother could also treat her with love and understanding. That day changes Richa's thinking. She decides that she will try to stay strong and build a better future for herself. She hopes that one day her mother will understand her feelings and change her behavior.