Thankful Stories

A collection of thoughts manifested. This series of poems, short stories and essays is meant to capture aspects of the lived experience. A literary photograph of a moment or feeling. I hope something in these pages resonates with you, and if not, I hope there's something you can take away from it. Here's to us. Here's to life.

Abby's P.O.V : I was, without a doubt, the weaker of us two. We had joked around about things like this on end, but only because we never expected it to become a reality. We thought zombies were silly things created to feed creative imaginations. How could zombies even exist? How would one generate a human, yet not human, with a few less ordinary human traits and with a longing for actual humans’ flesh? Who said zombies wanted flesh, or even brains? We weren’t sure what they were after, but we didn’t want to find out, either. So when the undead, flesh-craving, humanity-ridden monster began striding toward us, I looked to my best friend in a panic, and watched her decapitate the monstrosity with a weed whacker. Life just got more interesting. Alicia's P.O.V : Somehow we only managed to live a normal life till we were fifteen. But during that fifteenth year, everything turned to chaos. The dead, they were everything but human anymore. But they walk. They bite. They kill and spread their disease to the unfortunate and the ones that aren't smart enough to survive. You know what they say, survival of the fittest. It isn't a joke anymore. This is a war between them and us.

Mom, Ma, Ammi, Mummy... All these words are used to call out the most imp person in our world....but sometimes we forget to recognize how important they are to us On this global parents day, I would like to take this platform to thank my mom from the bottom of my heart through poetry. This is my 1st time doing anything like this Hope you like it. Feedbacks are always appreciated!!

My original poem written in April 2020 for HSLDA's poetry contest. The requirement was each line start with the letter that followed the previous line's first letter. I began with "A" and ended with "T".

This is somthing i want to be able to look at when i feel so down that im internally/litterly yelling at myself to hold on. It will be my favorite, old-new memories, dumb things i find funny, things i never want to loose things i never want to forget things i love

Read it, or else, where else would you get this insight into my crazy life? ^^

A kid named Troy was a normal boy but with very demanding requests: "I want it now! All of my friends have it! You'd buy it if you love me!" Troy would say that everyday nonstop until when he was getting older and his mom was getting older and weaker then that's the time when Troy realized that he was never grateful.

Gratitude poem

A handsome boy fall in love with a Smart girl.

The red and white geben in den nexten Tagen bei blogOFLIVE verschiedenen spirituellen Künstler eine laute Stimme. Eine davon ist AYLA SCHAFER, eine der schönsten Gesangsstimmen der Welt. Eines der schönsten und aktuellsten Lieder dieser Zeit ist Rose; ein Lied über Frauen und ihre Stärken die im Zusammenhalt wachsen und leben. Bitte sieht euch die Liedtexte, die the red and white in nächster Zeit bei blogOFLIVE, von ihr und anderen Künstler*innen posten werden an! VIELEN DANK für den respektvollen Umgang damit! Bitte vergesst nicht das ALLE RECHTE DEN JEWEILLIGEN KÜNSTLER*INNEN GEHÖREN! -YouTube/Instagram Seiten der Künstler*innen sind jeweils verlinkt! -Kommentare sind ERWÜNSCHT!❤ Danke

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A brief motivational movement on the greatest generation to ever breath our air.

A little something that came to me as I was brushing my teeth tonight. Thinking about a friend, who's going through a hard time, like I once went through. This is dedicated to a secret someone, who understands this all to well. Yet who is also understood by the One who made her. Who loves her. Just as I love her!

just read.

This is my poem entry for The Wattpad Poetry Contest ( November). I hope you like it and enjoy reading it. And Keep Smiling ☺☺☺☺☺😊😊😊😊☺☺☺☺

Why i am thank full to Hashem . What is really happyness. Comment, chat, tell me your thoughts

Completed Short Story *Everlark Katniss Everdeen has been searching her whole life for exactly two people. The thing is she has no clue who they are or where to look for them. Peeta Mellark was taken away from his one true love from his childhood and has been trying to get back to her his whole life. He knows who he's searching for.