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This 'short story' summarizes my pursuit for inner peace which after assuring myself that it was something I could not obtain, I found it in the heartwarming and nurturing spirit of my salvation. I dedicate this directly to her and I hope one day she gets to know how much I appreciate her.
Two people, heartbroken, learning to move on. Who would have thought that these wounded souls met through happenstance.
Meet Amber, and Bryson. This is a story about finding the one who could heal your shattered heart, and a chance at happiness.
VarfÃ¶r vissa parter, fÃ¶retag och stÃ¤der fungerar, medan andra inte? Det tar nÃ¥gra social ingenjÃ¶rskonst frÃ¤mja serendipity och kreativitet.
"Du vill fÃ¥ alla dessa kreativa mÃ¤nniskor i ett statistiskt litet utrymme, sÃ¤ger Tony Hsieh, som byggde en effektiv...
*This isn't really a novel, just a long short story, so around four chapters*
The dead calls to her. Sheâ€™s awakened every single night with a night terror, meaning a new person has died. Living in Cambridge Iowa, a place with literally only a 100 people, this has to be some sort of...
They say serendipity means specifically the act of finding something good or useful while not specifically searching for it. A "happy accident" or " pleasant surprise." Meeting Gene turned out to be all of that and more. Two strangers, meeting only by fate and serendipity, but nonetheless...
Elle Henderson goes back to Dublin after her sister, Sandra Henderson, invited her to her wedding. Going back to Dublin means remembering the memories she had tried to forget for some years now. No matter what she do, every door always leads her to the man she tried to hate all her life.
I believe life is made up of amazing moments.
Essay | Updated Mar 10, 2012 | Reads: 98 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
â€œWait.â€ Mortisaâ€™s firm voice echoed around the cave-like room.
The man continued to walk.
â€œPlease, wait.â€ She said.
The man did not break his stride.
â€œI know about Veronique Serendipity Valliant.â€ Mortisa whispered. She trembled at the name but she...
It's love by serendipity. From those deep ocean eyes to the enchanting words is love found by total accident. By total Serendipity.
Poetry | Updated Nov 3, 2010 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Kayla Holden
I'd say you could figure this one out on your own
You know a poem is good when the title is nearly as long as the poem itself, which reminds me, you should all check out the "Substitutionalization of Imagination Through the Regulation of Proper Sophistication". =^.^=