Its not easy to find something that have been lost for a long time. It needs patience and sacrifices. Ano nga bang meron sa pag ibig na ito na kahit sobrang tagal ay narito parin at naghihintay. Ngunit sya nga ba? Sya nga ba ang iyong pinakangakuan ng pag ibig na walang hanggan?

The worst type of love is a one-sided love. A key without a door to unlock, a house but it couldn't be called a home. One-sided love is like living with a half of heart. Love that lasts forever, that even death could not tear it apart

47 year old shop owner Bobby Brickman loves his work and the people he meets. Once an item is bought, the customer gets a story about his life, his past, and in most cases, the story of his friend Malcolm Richards. Other notes: This story takes place before the "Dark matter" journal. It is connected to it in a very special way. All future short stories posted here (except when noted) are part of one big story. Thanks for reading. Cheers ©2014-2021 Andre Lalonde. All rights reserved "Chronicle of Rouge hill"

This is a short story. I just thought about starting off small with this little story I came up with. This is about the concept of fate, and how we as humans sometimes fear that concept. (this is my first attempt at writing something) (potential sequel in the near future)

Sometimes described as the literate cousin of the Limerick, the Clerihew is composed of two rhymed couplets designed to lower the tone and cut everyone down to size, while still giving credit where credit is due. My Clerihew poems are perfectly cooked in their own juices, resulting in Clerihew Au Jus ! Bon appétit ! © 2019 Mark Toney

Friday Nights were made for movies and curling up with a loved one. But what happens when that love isn't really there anymore? A short story about lost long-term love and what may be gained instead.

❝i'm sorry for what i did, jimin. but in the end, it was all for you❞ in which he always throws the chocolate wrapper on the hospital floor. ❝my mind's sick, you know that, right?❞ trigger warning: mentions of suicide, [lowercase intended] chocolate wrapper; jimin

A story in three parts. Love arrives and love shatters. Love leaves. And there is nothing we can do about that.

[Featured on Wattpad Official Romance's Reading List!] Marzia Castille has always had dreams. When she was 3, she wanted to be a pop star. When she was 5, she was sure there was a career that meant she could build Lego for a living (spoiler alert; there isn't one). When she was 8, she wanted to be an astronaut. Unlike most girls, funnily enough, she never wanted to be a princess. Which kinda sucked, because she was one. Now that she's 17, she's the furthest thing from a princess imaginable. She's just a normal teenager with an annoying arch-enemy, a myriad of homework that she has no plans of completing, and jeans that she wears in place of school trousers (which she'll deny if you ever challenge her on it). Being the Oxford English Dictionary definition of 'not princess' and hiding in her shitty flat in London, is the only thing keeping her from an early grave. Someone out there wants her blood, but no one can quite tell her who, or why. But when a newspaper article hits her right between the eyes, and throws everything into permanent turmoil, she has to cut through her fear, and face the life she left behind. Armed with her best friend Emilio, and a sarcastic attitude that never seems to falter, she's pushed into a constant battle of love, heartbreak, impossible responsibility and determination, that all culminate in the never-ending whirlwind that throws her about. Oh, and let's not forget complete and utter confusion and hunger about 90% of the time too.