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Step into a transformative journey with this evocative memoir and podcast series, where raw vulnerability meets the power of storytelling. Through gripping journal-style entries, Cece explores her life’s darkest moments and the light that emerges from them, blending introspection with narrative depth. Her story addresses personal struggles while inviting listeners to confront their own challenges, offering hope and healing. Each episode serves as a testament to resilience, encouraging audiences to embrace their authentic selves and find strength in adversity. Prepare for an inspiring blend of suspense and introspection that highlights the courage to move forward, even in the darkest times.

In which, a sixteen-year-old told the readers about everyone she knew about.

"I love you ever since the first time I laid my eyes on you! But you didn't notice me. All I did was to be with you! To touch you and feel you! ", that came out angrily as my tears dripped down to my face. "You're the first man that I confessed. You're my very first man to everything! Can you please say something? Hmmm", I shake his shoulder, hoping he'll respond. But.. He is stayed quiet for a long time until.... "I cannot accept your confession. Can we just stay best friends please?", he tearfully asked. I don't know what to do. My ears have this repeating noise of what he said... It did wake me.... But it hurts... I cannot handle it anymore.. "I'm begging you, Max! I don't want to lose you.", he added. I stay quietly while crying... And turn myself away from him. Then, it suddenly rained. "Max! Maxine!", he screamed my name but I still continued walking. I am walking away from everything. I just got regected with my best friend and it felt so hard to breathe... Maybe, this is the end. I don't know anymore.. All the feelings I have for him was washed down by the rain. My body felt stiff and cold caught me. "Max! Please! Let's talk!" he screamed while running to me. He touch my shoulder and turn me facing him. We both now drained and exhausted. But still he did his best to talk to me. I didn't say a thing... I can't hear everything that he said... I just stare his lips.. And... And..... I kissed him.

A red haze covering the poor girl's heart. Drip drop, tears want to drop, Drip drop Drip drop A little girls story. -On Wattpad Too-

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It seems a little pointless to write a diary when the world has, in a sense, ended. When I die it will simply drift about. When I die, how long will it be before my journal is found? When I die, will this diary die with me?

Jacque Washington is a high school phenomenon is on the verge of uplifting his whole community.

A rogue drifter returns to race, rebel, and rewrite fate in a world where speed means survival.

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!