Mothernature Stories

⋆┈┈｡ﾟ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ﾟ｡┈┈⋆ After her mother's death, twelve-year-old Keerthika Srivastava moves into her father's house, carrying grief and resentment with her. She wants nothing to do with Patralekha, her father's new wife while Patralekha is determined to win her heart. How long can Keerthika hold on to her anger? And can love soften a heart closed by loss? Tropes: • Grief to Healing • Stepmother vs Stepdaughter • Blended Family Drama • From Hatred to Love • Slow-Burn Family Bond • Young / Teen Fiction • Emotional healing • Coming of age © 2026.

Reader as Mother Nature. Jack was Alone without memory and Aurora (Y/N) craved to know more about herself, so when offered the opportunity to find out. They took it. Sometimes it takes a little adventure to bring two oblivious soulmates together, even if it's for their own selfish gain. But when that happens, priorities shift and selfish desires disintegrate. How far is a person willing to go for someone they 'barely' know? I don't own Jack Frost. Description is kind of a mess, sorry. - I've names you "Aurora" this is till an x reader. I JUST LOVE THAT NAME TOO MUCH.

Drawn into the shadows of a powerful mafia dynasty, a woman scarred by betrayal finds love, strength, and an unexpected family-until her past returns with a vengeance, threatening the life she's built and the child she calls her own.

Introduction They say a mother's love is the purest kind of love in the world. Not because it is perfect... but because it never gives up. It is the kind of love that stays when everyone else leaves. The kind that sacrifices without asking for anything in return. The kind that protects, even when it is tired. This is not just a story. It is a journey of a mother named Godfreedah and her daughter, Christine- a story of strength, sacrifice, pain, and unconditional love. Because sometimes, we don't realize the power of a mother's love... Until we truly need it.

Sandy gets the hiccups and goes hunting for a cure. What's a better way to cure the hiccups than with a good scare? Started: Feburay 14th, 2022

I have power. A lot of it. I can't control half of them and the ones that I can control are practically useless in the position I'm in. Some think I'm dangerous, they could be right, I don't know. I have never really used my powers. I really don't know anything when it comes to my powers, but I do know one thing... I have powers to spare. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I suck at writing these things but if you read the first chapter, you can see more of what it will be like.

This is the new version of my very first book; ROTG the lost guardian. The times seemed calmer as soon as the Boogeyman was gone. But nightmares never fade forever, don't they? He will be back, and he strike again, once more, attacking himself to something worth destroying and vulnerable enough for it. Whatever it'll be this time, the Man in the Moon will have to recall his guardians once more. It may involve a believer from the past, reborn to help in the new days, waiting for their time to come.

What happens when the paranormal activity becomes more paranormal and messes with your holiday plans to see family and lounge around? Well your called into action, along with some weird sidekicks, to kicks (possibly literally) the idiot who threw the balance of the world out by trying to create entertainment for himself. Read to follow the adventures of budding angle of death Alex and her crew of two sarcastic alcoholics, one poet, one troublemaker, one baby enthusiast, and to top it all off a solemate you've never actually met.

Poems on nature. I will edit and update as it comes to me so some of these may change with time. For better hallway vision: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GFoT6UUNLZc These are getting increasingly more religious (in a not so pious way) to the point where I feel the second last poem needs a disclaimer: I wouldn't usually give poetry a strict definition but I don't want (too many) people getting the wrong idea about me. This is not about worshiping satan or giving up on whatever god you pray to. I believe that when Nietzsche said "god is dead" he meant that we should let him die (if anything, in our minds) so that we can learn to live without fear of punishment or with eyes only for the complete bliss of heaven. Death is unknowable but the odds of going to heaven will be in your favor if you were good (or great, by Nietzsche's standards) for the sake of being good and enjoying life, rather than trying to please the creator.

little story about a little leave's mother where her daughter suddenly blow with little Strom.

This book is full of beautiful photographs of nature and landscapes🌼 This will be full of random pictures of nature and landscape from my phone. My phone always gives me tons of photos of it so why not share it with you? I update whenever I have new pictures to share so don't expect me to update every day❤️ Credits to rightful owner©️ (I do not own this pictures) Ranking: #16 Natural ( 4/11/21) #13 Natural ( 4/13/21) #19 Landscapes ( 6/10/21) Started: 4/8/21

A collection of poems dedicated to the divine feminine, spirituality, and we as women who should always consider ourselves goddesses.

A simple yet heartwarming poem I wrote about where my soul is really from.

It all happened on one fated night. Copyright © 2020 greenmarrow83 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED I do not own the images. Copyright goes to the original owners.

In the wake of her mother's tragic death, Lucille is drawn to the woods behind her lonely house, and in doing so she finds more than she bargains for. Could it be that these trees reveal more than meets the eye? Perhaps it is only the wind.

Mother Nature was not always- Mother Nature. She was not always fully part of the Earth. She was not always Mother Nature, In fact she was a simple human woman. But here's how she became mother nature.

mom is the the best person in the world I have ever met and she will be the best forever. this is a poetry on, what I think about mom. currently I have written only one poem.

Two chickens in a world full of wolves, a metaphor obviously but it sounds catchy and did the cover. A book about the love of mother nature for one particular child: a seven year old girl called Lucy. Her only living relative doesn't care about her and is an alchaholic. She also abandoned young lucy at the age of three. What will she do when she returns? Lucy makes mother nature feel for more than plants, more than just petals. Is the cruel reality of the human life to hard for her to bear? Because she could end her 'life' by destroying the world. And everything on it.

Heroes in green and brown? Well, who is that? Is he in town? Maybe he's that one who always sat. The one who didn't need to move to help the world. And yet we cut and don't plant more back. Let's focus back on the ones who we owe our lives. Let's plant the trees, give what this world lacks.