I wrote this story based on people that I have met in my life. They had shared their emotions and encounters of their life with me. In our life, we hope and wish to make the bad memories go away. Instead, they become our cancer in our heart, never to leave our side. Some may say they are stronger then others, when it comes to dealing with bad problems. That may be true but, don’t we all wish that we can make it all go away and never to return in our thoughts. I myself truly believe there are strong individuals out there that can deal with this cancer. Nevertheless, all it takes is one little something to bring that bad memory back into our thoughts repeatedly. I wish there was a pill to take so that one can forget the bad event that had happened in ones life. Never to return into our thoughts, but that would mean we just found a cure for memory cancer. Even though some hide their true self by hiding their addiction. May it be by pills, drinking, or smoking what ever? Not willing to face reality. One can only look in the mirror and truly tell them self, “What am I doing to myself”? Only one can only change if they truly believe they have the strength of the heart to do so. I believe we all have a little bit of Lilly inside of us. This is Lilly’s story.

The race car driver went to the wall and broke every bone in his body. His only son and one of his daughters was having an affair. They plan to marry each other . . .

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New York Times bestselling leadsinger of Slipknot and Stone Sour's hilarious trawl through the endless backwaters of human stupidity Corey Taylor has had it. Had it with the vagaries of human behavior and life in this postmodern digital blanked-out waiting room that passes for a world. Reality TV, awful music, terrible drivers, megamalls, airports, family reunions, bad fashion choices, other people's monstrous children, and badly-behaved "adult" human beings are warping life in the twenty-first century into an often-unbearable endurance test of one's patience, fortitude, and faith. You're Making Me Hate You is a blisteringly funny diatribe that skewers the worst aspects of human behavior with a knowing eye for every excruciating detail, told in the vivid way that only Corey Taylor can. Like his previous bestselling forays, You're Making Me Hate You is an unflinching glimpse into the mind of Corey Taylor, who spares no one from his seething gaze. Make no mistake: this is not the Corey Taylor you run into at meet-and-greets or in line at the coffee shop. This is not the kind and cuddly guy who kisses babies and takes pictures with your mom while leaving a voicemail for that distant cousin in college. This is not the loveable scamp who can poke just as much fun at himself as he does at the various rubes around him, though to be fair he does save one chapter for a brutal and lacerating self-analysis. This is Corey Motherfucking Taylor. This is the Great Big Mouth. This is that bastard you wonder about when you listen to Slipknot and Stone Sour. Funny, profane, blasphemous, and above all right on target, You're Making Me Hate You is pure Corey Taylor unleashed, exposing the underbelly of human depravity in all its ragged glory.

Sana Khan is a cheerleader and a straight A student. She's the classic (somewhat obnoxious) overachiever determined to win. Rachel Recht is a wannabe director who's obsesssed with movies and ready to make her own masterpiece. As she's casting her senior film project, she knows she's found the perfect lead - Sana. There's only one problem. Rachel hates Sana. Rachel was the first girl Sana ever asked out, but Rachel thought it was a cruel prank and has detested Sana ever since. Told in alternative viewpoints and inspired by classic romantic comedies, this engaging and edgy YA novel follows two strongwilled young women falling for each other despite themselves.

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People are searching for happiness, everyone is searching for something. They don't know what it is; you may not even know what it is. I was searching for something for years and I thought it was a man, I realized it wasn't. When I accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Saviour; I realized I found what I was looking for. I'll tell you for sure you're missing a relationship with Jesus Christ; you're missing His love, His peace, His joy, and His healing power. You want to know the true meaning of happiness? It's not finding that right job, or the right man/woman, the right home, the right friends; it's not fitting into some organization. It's not being popular, or having everything you have ever wanted. It's not money. True happiness involves accepting Jesus Christ as your Lord and Saviour; and allowing Him to free you. Sheena Harrell is a motivational speaker and an inspiring violinist. Sheena aims to encourage and motivate people through the word of God by telling people the experiences she went through and to show everyone how God delivered Sheena from a Spirit of fear. Sheena suffered a heart attack at the age of 20, and it was a wake up call for her to get her life together. But what Sheena did not realize was God had a plan for her life, and God was going to do many marvelous things through her to show the world by Sheena's testimony that God exists.