The year that I thought would be the best year of middle school ended up being a horrific experience that has left me scarred forever. It should have been a year for making long lasting memories and sad farewells because we each had to go our separate ways into the challenging world that would be high school. My classmates who I had known for over eleven years and felt like siblings to me all turned against me hurting me more deeply than any stranger ever could have. This is the year that shaped me into never allowing someone close into my heart again.
Claire Fortescue has a big secret. She's been hiding her social anxiety from those closest to her. Until she meets Brock, that is. He's funny, caring, kind. Everything a person could ask for. Except for one problem; he suffers from depression. Finally finding someone else not so perfect in a world that demands perfection, Claire allows herself to open up to Brock, and finds herself slowly falling for the boy with sad eyes. Handling her own illness is hard enough, but now Claire finds herself having to cope with Brock's increasing struggles. While she watches the one she's falling in love with slowly wither away into oblivion, a part of Claire begins to break. Knowing full well they share a romance that can never last, she gives her heart to the depressed boy. The one person she knows holds the power to break her into a million shattered pieces.
He just told me words on paper nothing concrete or clear or true but oh I was such a fool to believe every word it was just you typing lies in my head as if I was your typing machine. A little while later and here am I A little while later still feeling that old touch.
“The devil lurks behind her angel eyes.” Nicholas Snow, the multimillionaire and artist, came across the perfect idea for his next project. He grew up with gang members, drugs, and brutality. Now, as a grown man, he is seen as dangerous, evil, and mysterious for all the right reasons. His artwork consists of many deep, dark, and what some people call scary images. He is creative, he is handsome, and he is terribly troubled. Angel is a flawless tragedy herself. She was left to defend herself, which she knew nothing of. She was abandoned, kidnapped, tortured, kept hidden away, and sold off. Despite everything, Angelina will never back down. The true definition of an angel is long gone when it comes to Nicholas.
God helped me to recognise that I had been, and was being abused. He taught me how to understand and recognise the tactics abusers use, and then how to counter them with faith. God started restoring my life by undoing the lies I was told about myself, my life, my future and my faith. I would like to share some of this journey with you, in the hope of helping you through your own. Removing your boundaries, rejection, criticism, approval and isolation. These are just some of the tactics abusers use to keep you in fear, for the purpose of gaining dominance, power and control over you. Freedom from fear is about learning the signs that someone is trying to gain dominance, power and control over you, and then how to put a stop to it, by safely restoring what is rightfully yours. My prayer is that you will go from fear to faith, and experience the love and freedom that Jesus Christ died to give you.
Seven Years in an Orange Hovercraft is a story of one girl’s endurance to find the answers to her burning questions. Much of this decade-long journey took place in a lightweight peach-orange Chevy Spark on the busy motorways of South Africa.
My Black–and–White World is a poetry book that relates to many audiences who feel as though they are not understood. In every poem, many readers can relate and make a connection with the author's context. This book was written to help make teenagers – and even adults – feel that they are not alone. It is a constant reminder that it is okay to be sad. For people who are struggling, dealing with acceptance, or feeling unwanted, this book is worth reading. You will realize by the end of this book that the key to feeling secure is to recognize and understand your own feelings.
A contemporary collection of original short stories by Anica Mrose Rissi that is sure to elicit chills, laughs, and screams, even from the most devoted fans of Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark! A game of hide-and-seek goes on far too long… A look-alike doll makes itself right at home… A school talent-show act leaves the audience aghast… And a summer at camp takes a turn for the braaaains… This collection of all-new spooky stories is sure to keep readers up past their bedtimes, looking over their shoulders to see what goes bump in the night. So if you’re feeling brave, turn the page.
A boy and his monster confront their mutual fears in this unlikely friendship story that’s rooted in Mexican folklore Ramón is a little boy who can’t sleep. He is nervous for his first day at a new school. And El Cucuy is the monster who lives in Ramón’s cactus pot. He can’t sleep, either. It turns out that El Cucuy is scared, too! This gentle, perceptive story explores the worries that can accompany moving to a new place and beginning a new journey—and reveals how comfort, bravery, and strength can be found through even the most unexpected of friendships.
If you are a caregiver, nurse, medical staff, family, or maybe a loved one to a person with a brain injury, or possibly a reader who knows we don't all live the fictionally perfect "Hollywood Life," you must read my book. You will look at life from behind the eyes of my eighty-eight-year-old mother who was encumbered and burdened with a left-sided brain injury. It not only scrambled her memory and brain, it scrambled the lives of all who loved her as well. A blood clot was putting pressure on her brain. Mother could no longer live alone, so I started writing down her incidents and accidents, our conversations and her confusion, and our activities as we traveled together down an unknown road. I started writing to keep my family updated. We were blessed to get to keep our mother longer following her cranial surgery, but we found we had been gifted with a revised edition. She did not come with an instruction manual. The world that slowly encompassed her, and the difficulty she had residing in the world she used to know, made memories that were far too precious, far too unique, far too emotional not to write about, so that's just what I did. These stories did not have to be created, embellished, or made up, for reality took us on an awesome adventure that began with my mother's cranial surgery. My son and I climbed into her world, as she was not comfortable in ours. She had lost the memory of most of her life, but amazingly, she remembered her own childhood like it was yesterday. Many times, she told me she must go home because her parents didn't know where she was, and they would be waiting for her. She was wandering and lost in the first quarter of her life.
