Harshtruth Stories

"Every rose carries a secret. Every secret leads to me." "Behind every rose, there's a secret. And I'm going to find it."

It's a story about how typical relationship are in 21st century

This story is basically my opinions on subjects people bring up a lot and subjects people don't bring up at all

A brief dystopian and philosophically descriptive imagery-packed omnipresent account of a Child's growing up in a beach-front world teetering on the verge of collapse. A mother's internal war with keeping her Child safe from Elders who see the Child's inquisitiveness as a threat balanced with her unyielding desire to see her son grow to expose the dark secrets of their world.

A poetic short story/spoken word story, that introduces the harsh truths of reality.

just some personal experiences with life

Anne Miller, She has struggled too many troubles in her life in a small age . She was from one of those who never trusted anyone . But when she decided to join Whitelocks University, little did she knew the troubles haven't gone away , instead they increased. And she had to put all the faith she had in , into her newly made friends just for the sake of herself. Dominic Williams, A very quiet and mysterious boy who have always known and seen happiness in his whole life but still feels that something is missing in his life. He's considered as member one of the richest family of the country. But when he barges in her life, he then got to know how life really ugly was and when he thought once stepping his foot in her life, he couldn't even imagine how badly life has treated her. And then him along with his group decides to helps Anne to pass the hurdles in life. Fasten your seatbelts Ladies and Gentlemen because here you're going to experience things like Mystery, Hatred, Love, Jealousy, Trauma and above all the Obsession you would've never heard or seen anywhere. Lets enjoy the roller coaster of Anne's and Dominic's life through this fiction book 'Void Of Emotion'.

Fish bowls was an idea that came out of the pandemic this stupid distopian environment was what I came With from the mayhem of a chronicly online America think the matrix but neo is some fat bitch that didn't want to get involved to begin with cause her best friend resembles a discord mod

//I don't need saving from monsters and devils. I need saving from love and lies// ** 'Zarron Smith' He said taking out his hand for me shake. Those hands. Those hands that would once cup my face and tell me how much the owner of the hands loved me. Those hands, I would hold to make me feel secure. Those hands I would dream that they would put ring in my finger. Those hands..wait. I mentally scolded myself to obsess over my ex's hands. Like what even, SERIOUSLY ELAINNE MARY DRAKE? Geez now I sound like my own mom. What is up with me. Wait, am I forgetting something? Satan cleared his throat in front of me. I looked up to see his highness smiling at me. Scoffs. His cheerfulness makes me wanna puke. 'Elianne Drake' I said faking a smile and shaking the hanging hand. He was still smiling, his perfect smile.. the smile that reaches his eyes and makes them twinkle like the stars. "ELIANNE......." I mentally thought of my mom yelling to stop me from falling from Satan all over again. Thinking all this, I didn't even realise how I was in the midst of a who-looks-away battle with Mr. Oh I'm so perfect himself. 'You look changed' He said finally breathing out. Funny, I thought. 'Well, sorry to disappoint you but I stopped crying for people that don't matter' I smirked a little. 'If that's what you meant...Zarron Smith'. His face held that look that I dreamt of seeing on his sorry face. Guess what honey. I'm done crying. Copyrights reserved.

The story doesn't revolve around a certain character. You will find many people who are important. Anny is not like any other girls....she is different. With a brother like Blaze her life becomes worse as she comes across her brother's sins.

Join Lily Matthews and look at her journey through middle school.

Rank one at " BeBOld" It's the other way around. A poem to evoke Emotions which are now called Emojis. *Republished*

Random poems, written by us: Elaine McAttybeth! No one's favorite poet with multiple personalities! We're all mad here, hope you enjoy our poems!

I'll never know the meaning of life but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy the thought of it. Brooklyn, the 18 year old who has a fresh start in life when she moves with her broken family to London. She thought is would be the same until she meet the tall curly headed boy who sits in front of her on her bus.

For those who find living is very hard...... For those who never thought very deep yet keep on thinking the whereabouts of life...... These are my random thoughts .......which I get while wandering in my daydreams......from which my friends bring me to earth????.

WARNING: Some of these are harsh truths, so if you aren't a fan of those and instead want to stick to more positive tips, avoid the tips with the * symbol on the chapter, but don't worry, most of these are explained in a more positive light. This is a journal where I write about tips I've discovered myself, received by others, and found on the internet. I recommend reading through this journal especially if you are a writer with ADHD, because I am also a writer with ADHD so I've learned a lot about it. PLEASE: if you see any spelling mistakes or grammar errors please do point them out

Most of the times, we love to just wonder and fantasize...about so many things-unfortunately, most of them are impossible and surreal. Most of them are just in our dreams...our imagination...hopes...fantasy...illusions... Hoping is very easy... Imagining is very effortless... Assuming is very simple Yet... Will only get yourself hurt in the very end... Why??? Simply because... It's not always about happy endings, happily-ever-afters and positive outcomes... Some stories also have tragic endings...heartbreaking and lamentable ones... So...learn how to ACCEPT that fact... Learn how to face the harsh truth... Learn how to stop yourself from believing that all stories have happy endings for you to prevent yourself from hurting even more. Oops! Reminderrrr!!! 1. For entertainment lang toh aahhh... 2. This doesn't reflect me as a beautiful creation of God 3. Positive lang!!! Look on the brighter side! 4. Kaek-ekan lang toh! Huwag seryosohin! Hindi nga sineryoso nung writer eh.. kaya kayo rin! K?? 5. Wala na...labyu yieee! (Wag kiligin! Tandaan ulit! Wrong spelling wrong!😜)

If you are looking for poems that bring delight or cheerfulness, I'm afraid you have stumbled upon the wrong set of poems. They are no more then a magnet of depression. A wave of despair. A void of emptiness. A room with no light. Well.... you get the point. If you continue further then prepare to feel dark and depressed. It would be wrong to read the contents of this book for it would sadden you or fill you with deep regret if you look further then the cover. I strongly advise you to click out of this book and venture off in search of less unsettling texts or perhaps more happy and fun-filled ones. Don't say I didn't warn you (because trust me I did). (Photos at the top of each poem/part is not any of my artworks or photos, therefore I am not to be credited for the images) (Also, don't feel like these poems reflect my personal emotions, I am genuinely a happy person I just like looking at things from another perspective) (Just hit 52 reads: Why, did my message mean nothing -mini reference to one of my poems- but that's beside the point, are you guys okay? I asking you this because I worry and care about those who are reading this. I'm scared but if you want to read it then I shall sit quietly and just watch from now on) (90 reads!?!?!?!, sorry I'll go now 😅)

story for young kids who want something different

No tongue at birth But It has tasted death This book is numbed with grief but it learned to breathe This bottle holds the bitter-sweet adventures I fetched on my journey of love and growth It all started with a walk And I was glued to his talk And... Words strummed my heart like a guitar And I felt the pull at my heartstrings Now all that my heart sings Is Hymn of him...Elfriedewestwood Rankings #11_Poetry (4th September 2024)