This is an excerpt or two from a book I wrote. It’s all kind of unfamiliar it was a while ago I wrote it.

The newborn stage.... is it really just a stage? Will they grow out of it or am i going to lose my mind?

A calm Sunday, Kevin has some mild existential anxiety. Then he meets a customer that reminds him just how special he is..

To the outside world, I was like any other boy. I liked to be outside with my friends in the sunlight, playing in the dirt and catching lizards. But, my parents and close friends all knew that my favorite thing to do was to read. And so it was, one warm August afternoon in 2008, that I was reading on the front porch when a moving truck pulled up across the street. I stuck an old receipt between the pages to mark my place and curious, set the book aside on the swing. As I watched, a man got out of the driver’s side and walked around to the back of the truck.

A girl who always wore bright colors suddenly goes downhill until it is too late, but she changes perspectives along the way.

The hum is a powerful metaphor for the invisible forces that shape our lives—technology, social isolation, mental health, and the breakdown of communication. The story explores how these forces, when left unchecked, can drive us to the brink of paranoia and turn the familiar into the utterly alien.

Super King spends the day at the convenience store, offering assistance to customers as they pass through.

By the time I regained my senses, the blackout had already chewed up thirty minutes. Yes, the blackout—our usual midday guest! It visits daily, and stays sharp for two hours. He sits and watches me go up the wall with no power indifferently and chews on the two hours he has clutched. The Blackout has become a good friend of ours now.

Whispers in the Static: The Mystery of the Hudson Valley Hum Deepens Poughkeepsie, NY - For decades, residents across the scenic Hudson Valley have reported a persistent, low-frequency humming sound that seems to emanate from nowhere and everywhere. This enigmatic "hum," often described as a deep rumble or a buzzing sensation, has baffled scientists, annoyed locals, and spawned countless theories ranging from underground military experiments to extraterrestrial communication. Now, a new wave of reports and anecdotal evidence is reigniting the debate surrounding this elusive phenomenon. For Sarah Miller, a resident of Beacon, the hum started subtly about five years ago. "At first, I thought it was the refrigerator," she explains, rubbing her temples. "But then I realized it was constant, especially at night. It's not loud, but it's there, a deep thrumming you feel more than hear. It makes it hard to concentrate, sometimes even to sleep."

After Archie turns seven, Kat is forced to face the truth- kids are curious, especially ones that are cooped up. And curious kids ask dangerous questions. Curious questions lead to ambitious answers.

The Pilgrim | Prologue: The Chamber of Mirrors The beginning of a great journey through himself...

alice lies by the riverbank, detached and disinterested, likened to a clumsy animal caught mid-slip. beside her, her sister reads a dull book, which alice finds irrelevant to her restless, distracted nature. the setting—a meadow beneath a towering tree—feels dreamy yet hollow. alice soon drifts into an otherworldly realm that mirrors her inner confusion, where logic twists and identity fractures. the narrative blurs the boundary between absurdity and reality, echoing her struggle to find meaning in a disjointed world. this reimagining explores alienation, perception, and the surreal distortions of growing up with no clear sense of direction or purpose.

This is about a girl with a eating disorder who struggle so hard. She has been on both sides of eating disorder, BED and anorexia. Hear another story and went through the same thing helped her decide to change for the sake of her life and her happiness.

This story has a mature theme. This story is about a woman who life changes for the worst. After falling down it’s been war trying to climb back up. Between family problems, relationship problems, and becoming a new mom she hasn’t been able to stand tall as she once did. The only time she is free is in her dreams where everything she’s ever wanted is waiting. Will she be able to push pass this barrier of hardships and rough times or will she finally be swallowed by the currents treating to devour her whole.

The Dance of Strength CJ Fette A ballet studio with wooden floors that had been worn by generations of dancers stood in the center of a bustling city where the rhythm of life reverberated through the streets like a magnificent symphony. The studio, with its cracked mirrors reflecting years of passion and labor, was a haven for Elara, a dedicated ballerina whose dreams were entwined with the delicate threads of pirouettes and pliés. Elara was well known for her ethereal elegance and her ability to transform the commonplace into the remarkable via dance. But behind her calm exterior was a mental obsession: bodybuilder Marcus.

I have lived, loved, died, and started to live again. While I have nothing to really flaunt for it, I have gained life experience. These following thoughts are my attempt to share perspective.

When words are all you have left, they become everything. In this poignant and heartfelt coming-of-age story, two teens are bound by a love that illness threatens to take too soon. As she battles cancer from her hospital room, he fights his own way—through ink and paper. Every letter he writes is a lifeline, a memory, a promise not to let her slip away into the silence of treatment and fear. Told through tender letters, quiet moments, and the spaces in between, this novel captures the raw, beautiful ache of young love under extraordinary pressure. It’s about holding on when everything is falling apart—and discovering that even in the darkest places, love can still shine through.

Delve deep into the covert operations carried out by the crew. You'll fight terrorists, sneak through enemy fortresses, and kidnap the HVT , all to protect the homeland.

"Sister?" Harding asked, looking at the photos from the locket again. The little girl. "What happened to her?" "Car accident, five years ago. Hit and run. Never found the driver. The girl's name was Lily. Mr. Vance said Eleanor was devastated. Never quite got over it. Especially since Lily was the one who drew the little hummingbird on Eleanor's arm, a childish doodle that Eleanor later had tattooed."

On the edge of a rain-lashed moor, where the wind howled dirges through twisted yew trees, the Blackwood Crypt loomed like a jagged wound against the storm-riven landscape.