This is an Acronym poem written by: HyeongJu SUH F. Future is upon our universe. A. Attire individual seeks new discovery. M. Manipulation and lack of satisfactory that we seek. I. Inco-operate with confusion beneath understanding. L. Luring the limited capacity of full fillness, so to stay and thoroughly holding. Y. You and I aren't so different.
I only just realised today how beneficial a tending of one's mental health is. A lot of us are struggling outwardly because we do not attend our psychological needs. Like food is good for our wellbeing, and an occasional bath is good for your scent and all, it is also good that we take some time to provide for our mental space, to feed it to clean it etc.. Now how do we do this: I'm no expert however I know that seclusion is good, being on your own and meditating over your identity, goals and visions is very important. Here's the thing, we as people remember who everyone is , but forget who we are- it is possible. You are more than who you feel you are, you are more than feelings- you are more than your insecurities. You are a groundwork of hardcore facts that you constantly have to assert to yourself. You are beautiful, you are God's workmanship, you are smart you are intelligent. The tricky thing we have as people is that our DCP (data collecting processes) is based on memory, which means your mind sees what you have done along the years and extrapolates it towards the future, essentially the phrase the brain uses is that 'You did then, you'll do it again in the future' or contrapositively 'You didn't do it then, and you won't do it in the future.' . This lives no space for hope ,or progress in our minds. If you do not actively channel your mind , you'll live a fearful life. You have to keep your mind in check, always. Whisper some positive words. One thing remarkable factoid about the mind is also the most dangerous. Our brains are highly analytical, an example of this is how we perceive relative distance, say from a moving car to you, the processes that are happening in your mind are so complex without you even knowing it. The brain knows when the car is moving fast in enough to exceed your speed of escape or running, then it sends panick signals all in a blink of an eye, this is crazy. That is why we have an idea call fear, now this is essentially a way of conscientizing the body of an even that could possibly harm it. That is all it is. The body and the brain have no sense of purpose for us but staying alive. This means that they thrive on our comfort zone, the mind can't risk being broke, can't risk humiliation, can't risk being homeless , can't risk taking big strides. This is a natural mechanism to make sure you live the most comfortable lives we can. But we don't want comfort, nothing big ever comes from comfort. So how do we combat this fear? By asserting goals and purposes in our lives, it is important to have those 5am conversations with ourselves, to write down and internalise what God has said about us. The only rewiring our mind needs I constant mediation, we are transcendental beings, our transcript is known and written by the heavens.
A 16 year old girl gets kidnapped by people who know her father who are out to seek revenge fro him. How far are they willing to go to get what they want? How are is the girl's father willing to go to protect her from them? What secrets and lies will be revealed in the process?
This is the story of two men, Bernard Duplomb, and Jean Paul Lefebvre, who meet after a lifetime apart. Sixty years on, they are strangers, but with something in common; a shared past, where they were part of a series of events, the consequences of which have remained unresolved for more than half a century. For Bernard, retirement is a disaster. Robbed of his work, which filled his days and occupied his mind, his thoughts turn inevitably to his childhood, and a series of disturbing memories, long suppressed. Slipping blindly into his sixties, Bernard gradually becomes more depressive, remote and insular, with alcohol as his principal companion. Thus, his marriage to Agnes finally crumbles, and she throws him out. Alone, homeless, floundering in despair, Bernard's instincts lead him back to the only other place he had called home; the isolated farm, deep in the Limousin countryside, where he had lived, with his parents, until the age of five. Here, alone and unloved, Bernard considers the prospect of ending his fruitless existence.
Can you see Anything Now follows a year in the life of Margie Nethercott and Pixie Ammon, two women of different generations who both have near drowning experiences in the Weekeepeemee River, a river that runs through a small town called Trinity in upstate New York. Pixie's father becomes convinced that Pixie will ‘rise from the dead’ and goes to work convincing the people of the town that if only they will come together to pray and seek God, his daughter will be restored to life. The town rallies, and in a crescendo of singing, fireworks and solidarity, there is a restoration that occurs and a tiny hope that becomes visible. There is art, literature, a love story, and a touch of surrealism in Can you see Anything Now. It's a compelling, thoughtful novel, and will stick with you for a while.
Victor lives with his mother at toadstools village where he depends on her for food, shelter and clothing. Because Victor doesn't get a lucrative job. His mother shows special care towards him which, as a result, injures the jealousy of Victor's mother friend who makes her suffers a serious illness through her magical powers that leads to Victor's mother death. However, Victor's friend, Tony, sees this occurrence as a chance to cut off the index finger of Victor's mother, which he beliefs by using it in a particular way will make him an affluent person. But his action to do so makes him receives the worst part of his life and as a result exposes the toadstools village to witness persistent terrible damage until one woman visits a man at other village who helps them to stop the problems in their village.
After a tragic accident Azalea is left to deal with her grief alone. Being unable to process her pain she goes into a fantasy world where her family is still alive. This helps her get through life and live a semi normal life, until one day she starts to lose her grip on reality. She has to figure out which world is real before she complety loses everything.
GENRE: Contemporary, Fiction, Paranormal9,900 words; Short Story; CompleteWhen we first meet the protagonist, his name is not Tommy Catoctin, although that is what he will soon call himself. One is not born Tommy Catoctin; one becomes Tommy Catoctin. It is an honorarium reserved for military veterans who have tread soil—foreign and domestic—sanctified by US service members, now and throughout the last three or more centuries. As we discover, Tommy Catoctin might not exist in the world the rest of us know; he exists with only one sacred purpose. It is his task to make sure no man is left behind to wander without direction, without orders. He appears where he is needed and is known by many hallowed names; Tommy Normandy, Tommy Midway, Tommy Baghdad.Our eponymous Tommy Catoctin took some persuading; he had to die in the Civil War to accept his mission today . . .
When plagued with lots of problems since experiencing a lot in his past, peace wanting Ben Cerreta (me) creates a story about a gigantic beastly force ending violence with violence. But what could happen if the story becomes true? And what kind of mysteries will Ben's friends Sara and Yuki discover in this amazing life-changing experience? These questions can only be answered when you read BARUGORAS, Apocalypse King!
“Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, diagnosed when I was six. I always needed my hands moving, holding something, touching, clicking, and irritating the hell out of everyone. Nothing in my hands meant meltdown. OCD meant an even harder life at school, for me and everyone. Especially mum, since Dad went down to get the milk. Must have started talking to the clerk, because it’s taken him nine years so far. Milk must be spoilt by now.” Adelaide Hills has never had the easy life. Her twin sister Miranda seems to have got it all: good looks, smarts, talents and a beautiful body that had boys swooning. And all Adelaide got was zero beauty, too much freakish brains and a tall body that had boys asking her if the weather was okay up there. And, the rancid cherry atop the rotten ice-cream: Obsessive Compulsive Disorder to live with. Adelaide is certain that the fairy tales she so desperately wanted to live in where full of junk, when Tobias Flynn moves in next door. So maybe, just maybe, Adelaide may get what she’s always needed: A Fairy-tale.