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Selling Myself

Selling Myself

The ache in my wounds deepened. I stood before the mirror and pulled off my dress. The reflection showed raw, red welts and bleeding cuts crisscrossing my body. I remembered how, even the smallest scratch on my finger was enough for Joseph to fuss over. He would clean it himself, wrap it carefully, forbid the maids to take over. And now, I picked up a damp wipe, awkwardly twisting my body to clean the gashes. The sting of the alcohol was sharp. I leaned against the chair back, biting my lip, afraid to breathe too hard through the pain.
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I Met Myself

I Met Myself

Imagine me doing something like Bear Grylls. "Adventurer Taylen Nova. Your show could be called Novatures." I laughed. Jibin would have found that funny. Wait did I miss him? Nah. I just missed having someone to talk to I guess. "You're a weird kid." I told myself then asked, "Wait a minute, why am I talking to myself out loud?" I shrugged my shoulders. I better get used to only having myself around as a companion. I pulled the pills out of my pocket, I only had 1 left. Fridge magnets. I left the others in the car! You're an idiot Taylen.
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He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge

He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge

“Untouchable isn’t quite it. I survived. And today, I want to honor that. Not as proof, not for anyone else—just for myself, and for the people who believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself.” The boutique seemed to inhale with us, its walls carrying the echoes of every triumph and failure. Every mannequin, every table, every swatch of fabric had a story, and today those stories would be laid bare. I ran my fingers along a worn sketchbook, the pages curling from age, and remembered long nights hunched over these same drawings, tears drying on my cheeks as I wove dreams into thread.
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Love found me

Love found me

They both turned and looked at themselves before she took a space on the sofa opposite the bed, while Adrian sat back down, now the two of them were staring at me at the same time. I breathed a long sigh.....I was still glimmered. I had to let them know who I am, my stories are one of the saddest moments in my life. I have not been really happy in my entire life since I got consciousness at my tender age, it has always been from bad to worst. Adrian just saved my life some days ago and just really have to tell them who I am. * flashback*
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I Am Not Myself

I Am Not Myself

He will come again. I didn't know what to do, should I be happy because my other personality came out and now I can get a proper treatment or should I be sad because my other personality has found himself a mate. And I don't know anything about her. I need to go to the bank to get the money my dad sent me. I am working as a freelancer but I am also getting money from my dad because of my expenses and treatment.
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The Stories Of Those Around Us

The Stories Of Those Around Us

"It's embarassing enough that I said all that." He stopped covering his face and smiled. "Thanks for apologizing, Crimson. It's true that I didn't want to talk about my illness, but it's not because I didn't want you to know about it. I'm just not ready to tell anyone about it yet. It isn't life threatening, so don't worry about me dying." I sighed and sat down. "Then you gotta promise me you aren't gonna die until you tell me about it, alright?" "Yeah, I promise, but you gotta tell me about yourself too."
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The Road To Abuja

The Road To Abuja

This is my Story. . #SADIQ 🙂 15 years later... I had grown up to be quite a stubborn and energetic youth.. Despite how hard and unbearable life was.. My mother didn't have to do all the hard work this time.. I had engaged myself into some... well shady business.. I would sometimes steal, scam and do whatever it takes to get what to eat for the day.. Except to kill.
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I am not Your Love Story

I am not Your Love Story

Then, with a clear voice, I spoke out some lines, “if there is a story to be told, why should I not be the one to tell it? Do we all not have that choice to tell our own tales?” With another soundless breath of air, I changed the tone of my voice to mimic a different person, saying, “you always do this, brother! You let yourself think everything will be fine if only you can make it to a certain place or do a certain thing, but life is never that simple! You go into those woods and you won’t come back out again! The legends-” I cut myself off, changing my voice back to the previous one, my tone annoyed as I say, “I’m aware. I know the song as well as you do.”
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The New Me

The New Me

Anger boils within me and I lose all control of myself, recollecting all the years of bullying I endured. I couldn't help but yell, "I DO NOT CARE WHAT YOUR INTENTION IS, BUT I HOPE THAT ONE DAY, WHENEVER IT IS, YOU HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO BLAME YOURSELF FOR BEING A PATHETIC BITCH. ALL YOU DO IS TRY TO LURE GUYS BY WEARING SHORT PANTS OR DRESS! YOU SHOULD REALLY LOOK INTO THE MIRROR TO SEE HOW PATHETIC YOU LOOK BECAUSE AT THE END OF THE DAY, YOU ARE JUST GOING TO HURT SOMEONE ELSE AND MAY BE EVEN YOURSELF." With that, I exit the toilet with small whispers that could heard before the door of the toilet is closed and I try to calm myself down before entering the classroom.
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The Billionaire's Scandalous Fat Wife

The Billionaire's Scandalous Fat Wife

But under the podium, out of frame, it said something else entirely. It said I've got this. It said look at me instead of them. It said, more than anything, you are not alone up here. I found my voice again somewhere in the space that grip made for me."I think," I said, slower than I meant to, "people are going to see whatever story is easiest to tell. I can't control that. I can only tell you what's actually true, which is that I'm not defined by the worst week of my life, and neither is my marriage.
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Few things capture the raw essence of human experience like a well-written autobiography. One that’s stayed with me for years is 'The Diary of a Young Girl' by Anne Frank—it’s heartbreaking yet oddly uplifting, a reminder of resilience in the darkest times. Then there’s 'Born a Crime' by Trevor Noah, which blends humor and profound insights about race and identity in apartheid South Africa. His storytelling is so vivid, you feel like you’re right there with him.

For something more unconventional, 'Educated' by Tara Westover is jaw-dropping. It’s about her journey from an isolated, survivalist family to earning a PhD from Cambridge. The way she describes her internal conflicts—between loyalty and self-discovery—is haunting. And if you want pure grit, 'Angela’s Ashes' by Frank McCourt turns poverty and hardship into poetic, darkly funny vignettes. Each of these books feels like a conversation with someone who’s lived a life you can barely imagine, yet they make it utterly relatable.

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