Myself Stories Novels & Stories

After multiple similar suicide attempts, Ivy's threat no longer work for them. "Get down now. It's embarrassing when others know about this." Mike frowned, growing extremely annoyed with Ivy's desperate attitude. "Dad, Mom, are you going to let them insult me?" Irene was fed up with Ivy's desperate attitude as well. "You don't love yourself. You keep threatening us with your life. We have had enough." They knew that blindly indulging her would only boost her arrogance. She would only get more and more arrogant. Ivy looked at Mike and Irene, as well as Keith who looked disgusted. She had made her decision. She looked down at the air mattress that was already properly set up by the firefighter

I did you a favor by using my photo, and you don't even appreciate it! I was at a loss for words. My face might have been plain, but I had been listed among the top ten prettiest girls in middle school on a popular review site before. Sadie had not always been this crazy. Ever since she started streaming to please her oddball viewers, she had been changing her appearance to look more and more outrageous. They all praised her, calling her a beauty in her streams. I needed to figure out how to explain this mess to my boyfriend. Our relationship might have started online, but I knew who he really was.

It was the one weapon I had that could possibly reach into that maelstrom of pure narrative. I wasn't an engineer like Jeff. I couldn't build a bridge. I wasn't a paradox like Lina. I couldn't bend the rules of reality. But I was a mother. And a mother’s story is a force of nature. I closed my eyes, shutting out the peaceful clearing, the gentle stream, the memory of Jeff’s ghost. I turned my focus inward, to the one story I knew better than any other. The one that was written in my bones.

How we'll build our home with God being our strong pillar and firm assurance. I want to tell you every little detail about myself including how I grew up. Dear future husband, I don't think we've ever met before but if we have, it's all good. I'll share with you my all. I want to tell you details of the guys I've ever loved and the ones that loved me, including my childhood crushes. I don't find it embarrassing to do this, because one day I'll love you to have this book. I was barely 9 years old when a boy first admired me, I think....*

The shopkeeper, an elderly man with kind eyes, greeted her warmly. "Welcome, dear. You seem like someone with a story to tell. What brings you to our little haven?" he inquired, peering over his reading glasses. Marvis, feeling a sense of camaraderie, decided to share a glimpse of her journey. "I've recently started a new chapter in my life. Leaving behind a past that no longer served me." The shopkeeper, nodding knowingly, gestured to the shelves. "Ah, the power of stories. Sometimes, the ones we create for ourselves are the most transformative. Take your time exploring; you might find a tale that resonates with your own."

Each story was a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the power of embracing change. Andrea shared her journey of leaving behind a stable job to follow her passion for social impact. She talked about the initial doubts and fears that plagued her mind but how, in the face of adversity, she found the strength to forge ahead. She spoke of the fulfillment she experienced when she witnessed the positive impact her work had on individuals and communities.

Dear myself , I feel like writing dear diary is too embarrassing to say so I'm going to write to myself . It's true . Only my eyes are allowed to read these words on this page and it feels great so far . I see why Ace does this now and yes he is my inspiration for starting one of these . I think I need somewhere that I can talk about anything . I can talk about anything to Ace and I know that but I can't talk about Ace to Ace. He just wouldn't understand and he'd be over dramatic because that's one of his traits whether he agrees or not .

“I'm Moniquinha, an ordinary girl. Even if you don't relate, it's okay. You may be an exception, a bright person, a special girl. And that's the amazing thing about it all: being different. Because, like I said, I'm pretty ordinary. And from the height of my normality, this book of randomness was born. Small texts, from short stories to chronicles, with experiences and bitterness; reflections and hope. This first chronicle, for example, I wrote on the bus, the day Lelete told me about her resignation from her second job. She called, crying, that she couldn't take it anymore, that the world was boring. And the worst, I agreed with her and put it on paper.

And with that, I began to communicate with the world, not through words, but through the unspoken power of my authenticity. As I shared my story, the hearts of those around me seemed to soften. The reporters, once eager for a scandal, became listeners, their curiosity transformed into empathy. My journey of self-discovery, of embracing my identity beyond the confines of a label, resonated with them, reminding them of their own struggles and battles against societal expectations.