Womanhood storie

Some of us stayed too long. Some of us called it fate. Some of us taught ourselves not to know the difference between being chosen and being convenient. This is a collection about the love I accepted before I understood what I deserved. It is about the staying, the lying to myself, the slow and painful process of seeing clearly. It is not a love story. It is the story of what I had to unlearn to find one.

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Some stories aren't about extraordinary moments. They're about the conversations that linger, the places that shape us, the families we love, the people we become, and the ordinary things that somehow leave the deepest marks. A collection of personal essays about growing up, belonging, identity, home, and everything in between.

Some disasters come with warnings. Others arrive with a smile, "I love you," and a promise of forever. In Northern Nigeria, where culture and religion are deeply intertwined, marriage shapes the lives of women sometimes for better, other time for worse. Arewa Men and Other Natural Disasters is a collection of short stories exploring love, marriage, womanhood and the chaos they sometimes leave behind. From charming suitors who become strangers after the wedding to men whose audacity knows no limits, these stories unravel impossible expectations, meddling families, fragile egos, heartbreak and the quiet resilience of Arewa women. Disclaimer: This isn't a declaration that all Arewa men or marriages are disasters. It's an honest, witty and deeply human exploration of the chaos, contradictions, and unexpected humor that often accompany love and marriage in the North.

My digital diary, real life experiences and deliberations. As a means to preserve my dignity, I choose to remain anonymous, but will love to converse with you. If you'd like to read the contents of the mind of a young Christian woman, feel free to peruse, but please don't judge.

the creators of soil and sky.

In the middle of the eighteenth-century, as women have just begun to be accepted in theatres, Henriette only has one dream : to be an actress. However, her world is turned upside down when her mother asks her to cover up a murder that she never though her capable of committing. Torn between her desire to pursue her dreams and the responsibility to protect her family, Henriette finds herself plunged into a dangerous game, forced to play the greatest role of her career and her life as a woman : that of a murderer.

A stroy about my highschool crush and all that came with it - Gelina

In the moments of my death three things haunt me: 1.The friends I never got to have 2.The wrongs I never got to rectify 3.That I was born and lived as a woman

Do you ever feel as if you were born into a deep dark hole of Abyss? A feeling you can't escape. Many people do in this day and age. Including a dark haired girl named, Seris. And she has to escape.

"Ki re? 𝘓𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘨 pochondo noi bujhi? Ma re biyer prothom rong i toh 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘺𝘢. Tai na?" (What's wrong? Don't you like the colour red? Isn't the first color of marriage the crimson of sindoor?) Sabitri said while giving Mala the red saree she brought for her. Mala 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥. Or everyone 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 she did. But deep inside she knew that the much it hurts her eyes seeing the colour the more 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵.

A short, freestyle poem about what it means to be a woman. All genders/identities welcome.

to be a woman, to toe the line.

A few of my thoughts and opinions. Random things I learnt about writing; this may also double as a diary of sorts. A place to just spitball.

After dumping her first real boyfriend after graduating high school, Sam is ready to grab life by the balls. Tired of being the "cute one", and not ever the sexy one, the "little sister type", and never the badass, she sets her sights on doing one brave thing before the summer ends, kissing James. The way-out-of-her-league college boy, who just happens to be her ex's friend home for just the summer. Dealing with failing friendships, all but absent parents, slut-shaming, and what it really means to be "that type of girl", Sam vows to break out of her shell, even if it kills her. (Story is finished - adding chapters as I edit them.)

Carrying the Crown: The Journey from Survival to Softness is an intimate and powerful exploration of what it means to be the firstborn daughter, the one who carries the weight, the responsibility, and the silence. Inspired by personal experiences and the collective stories of firstborn daughters, Abbie Sinclair traces the quiet transformation that happens when women begin to set down their invisible crowns of survival and choose softness instead. Through tender reflection and honest storytelling, this excerpt opens the door to a journey of healing, one that invites every reader who has ever been "the strong one" to rediscover her voice, her gentleness, and her joy. ✨ Read the first chapter and step into a story that feels like coming home. 📖 Get the full book on Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/ww/en/ebook/carrying-the-crown-the-journey-from-survival-to-softness?sId=694bee6d-6302-4eaa-b8b7-4e7e20146f2c&ssId=d-pU4WzRVfl06Wmws45YJ&cPos=1

I didn't break. I performed. I starved in silence. I smiled through panic. And I turned every bruise into art. This is not a pretty story. It's raw. Unfiltered. Feral. It's six girls in a dorm. No food. No peace. No help. It's me - writing my way out of the dark while everyone else partied and pretended. It's the boy who kissed me with lies. The night I met a Mafioso with cocaine on a car plate. The fish I saved from dying just so something in the room could live. The corsets I now wear like armor - because softness got me nowhere. This book isn't about surviving the world. It's about surviving me. If you've ever: Starved quietly while looking perfect Loved someone who tore you apart Laughed when you should've screamed Written things you'd never dare to say out loud This story is yours too. Read if you dare. But don't expect a happy ending. Expect fire. And the woman I became when I walked through it.

In high school, Ren Takagi gave her heart to her best friend, only to have it returned with a laugh. "I can't date you, Ren. You're just one of the guys." Four years later, Ren has embraced the role the world forced on her. As the "Moonlit Prince" of her university, she is tall, sharp, and effortlessly cool-a girl admired by many but truly seen by none. She uses her handsome image as a shield, hiding her love for embroidery and her longing to be treated with softness. When a disastrous group date leaves her mocked by her peers and spiraling into old trauma, an unlikely savior steps out of the shadows. Kaito Sora, the university's "Golden Prince," is the only one who sees the cracks in Ren's armor. Kaito doesn't want another fan; he wants the girl who hides in the basement with a needle and thread. But as the school tries to pit the two "Princes" against each other, they must decide: Will they keep playing the parts written for them, or will they tear down the stage to find something real? A story of reclaiming womanhood, shattering gendered expectations, and finding a love that doesn't require a mask.