Tellyourstory Stories

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This is about me, it's crazy how fast life can change. But so worth all of it. Even in the end. If you read this, you should try my other book. It's about the years before this. Everyone has a story, some choose to share. I hope you enjoy. Let me know if you're reading please, I'd hate to waste time. <3

These are bunch of short stories about how everyone has their own difficulties, if you relate with any please share your story with me. Let's learn from these stories and spread positivity (*＾ー＾)

just a girl journaling, trying to get her thoughts clear and founding her way to self love and self acceptance through rough experiences

Maybe it was a short time or maybe it wasn't, but I fell for him. Landing hard on the pavement. And watching him, from the corner of my eye, locking lips that didn't belong to the last.

My bully story

When I woke up, I could feel my entire body absolutely shivering with that feeling of regret. The remorse from my dream lingered, and it left me feeling cold and empty. It was a grim way of waking up. After some hot cocoa, I felt myself again, and I began to wonder what the dream could have meant. I began to write down what I could remember. Even as specifics fled my mind, one thing remained: the memory of the guilt. That is what made me decide to write the dream in its entirety down and share it here. It may seem like a silly dream, or a strange one, but I thought the message behind it was important. Take a peek. Maybe you will too.

This story is a drabble⁠, a short 100-word story⁠, that I was asked to describe myself through. It carries the style of my writing, the emotional hand that guides each sentence into its structure. It carries sadness. It carries hope. It carries truth. It carries the mission of my life. It is a story of one person. It is a story of love. It is a story of silent smiles. It is a story of dancing in the rain.

It's a song instead of a story because if there is anyone out there like me who doesn't like to read that much but would still like to read something they can sing this song with any melody that comes to mind. Yes, I know this app is for writing stories but I have a different way of telling my stories

Its Gen Z here who are we i dont know but maybe they do?

Have you ever seen things that aren't supposed to be there? Have you had things move and show up in places they shouldn't be? Have you lost something and have it appear way later, in a place you pass every day? Tell me about it. I won't think you're crazy.

When i started writing this it was supposed to be just for me. But after reading it a few times, i decided it could be beneficial on a wider scale. It could be perceived as sad, but that's not at all what I was going for. There are many stories more heart-wrenching than mine. The point of the book was to dig into my personal experience, and honestly I was veering more towards it being even a tad motivational in a way. Recovery is possible, but it is by no means simple.

Examine the story of a narracist and his thoughts on 4 women who beat the narracist at his game. The women who he claims are " The Great White Buffaloes, the ones who got away".

stay with me

She smiled when people were around. So kind and funny, a side that I've never seen before. I admired this side of her and it gave me hope. But once everyone was gone she said words to me that always made me cry. She would find whatever was at her reach and would leave marks on my body. Every single time , I cried out sorry when I didn't even know what I did wrong...I just wanted her to stop. Every night I prayed to God and promised that tomorrow I will be a better girl.

Everyone in town has a Story. Everyone has the dark blue words ever spiraling up their body until they die, the Text that tells their Story. It tells them who they are. Everyone has a Story, except one boy.

It only takes ten simple words to tell a story. Highest ranking- #460 in poetry

In its dog eared pages is the truth In the truth is her redemption Kambili has learnt to go through life by ignoring people and locking up her feelings. Ignore their words, they won't hurt you. Ignore their feelings, their actions. Endure the pain, you deserve it. But the past cannot be ignored forever and before she can heal, she must delve into the bitter secrets of her past, enclosed in those tattered, worn, pages of her diary. Give this story a shot, it's worth it.

I'm telling my story so maybe it will inspire others to do the same and share there story's

It all started with a burger.. A strange unknown burger, "where'd you get that burger from big bro??.."