Ballad Stories

𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐛𝐚 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝑨 25 𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒂𝒘 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧, 𝑨 27 𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒚𝒆𝒓. Once, they were just schoolmates-Venba's secret crush and her untouchable senior. Now, fate brings them together again in her father's courtroom, where Anandh is assigned to mentor her. But between law books, arguments, and late-night tutoring sessions, rules start to blur. She wants her father's appreciation. He wants distance. But destiny wants them together. And in love, even the sharpest lawyer can lose his case.

"The pen is mightier than the sword, it has no limitation." "Lyrical flips? I pack a spatula permit!" "I knew ballads were not written to be believed, but to move their audience."

❛❛ 𝘤'𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦 .ᐟ ❜❜ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 cherie publishes her silly poems because that's life, my dear. cover by the talented miss @ swannluvr !

In District 10, where the sun rises over endless fields and the air smells of hay and smoke, fifteen‑year‑old Wren Rose Lock lives a life split between two worlds. By day, she milks cows on her family's worn‑down dairy farm. By night, she steps onto the rickety stage of the Salty Seeder bar, guitar in hand, singing the old 'Covey' songs her grandmother taught her - songs full of ghosts, secrets, and warnings. Wren has always felt the past tugging at her like a half‑remembered melody. Her grandmother, Lucy Lock, carried stories she never told. Her father avoids questions about the family's history. And Wren herself bears a face that doesn't quite belong in District 10 - pale eyes, sharp features, and a voice that makes strangers stop and stare. With the Reaping only a week away, Wren wants nothing more than to keep her head down, keep singing, and keep her family's fragile world from falling apart.

"I'm in love with President Snow's granddaughter." He says when he's certain no one is within earshot. Haymitch waits for the butt of the joke, and when it doesn't come, he cackles with laughter anyway, yet Finnick's face is poker straight. President Snow's granddaughter reminds him of a certain someone. Finnick Odair needs an anchor to survive a storm. Eleni is sick to death of being a star-crossed lover. Yet in Panem there are no happy endings.

mom, I fell in love with a girl

the baldest ballerinas beginning

The first mission of the Mass Effect trilogy in rhythmical verse through the mind of a vanguard shield-maiden. The reapers are here.

Have you ever known the paradox of something that is constantly evanescing away despite existing eternally? A feeling- that continues to vanish whilst lingering deep within your existence. -Well, you will have most certainly known it by the time you close this book. Eternal Evanescence is a record of the raw emotions of a girl who had just newly turned 15, just fell in love, just starting to explore the meaning of life, who despises herself to the core and is just learning how to fit the words like pieces of a puzzle to create art. But in the span of 2 years her life will completely shift into something that she couldn't have imagined in her wildest dreams. ->No image used in this book belongs to me unless I have stated so. ->Plagiarism, hate, promotions and bullying is strictly not tolerated. ->All rights belong to me.

Have you ever been so close to death, you could almost taste it... but somehow came out alive? Ever been saved from a situation that could have cost you your life? Ever felt the leading to leave, go, or stay away from a person, place or thing and at that moment, something catastrophic takes place? Well, welcome as we go on this thrilling journey, because IT COULD HAVE BEEN YOU!

A ballad about a black dagger created by a mysterious deity.

An undream. A perfect...being. You are terrified, horrified and...unsure. Breathe. Hello!! This is a short gore/horror story and its written in 2nd person narrative. I mean that it is direct to the reader with you and yours nouns putting the reader in a horror/gore position. If this is triggering in anyway please heed my warning and don't read!! Thanks lil pumpkins!!

A posthumous letter from Nathan to his beloved Emily !

This is a poem I've dedicated to my mother. Thank you for your interest.

small poem of the love that runs deep when drunken off the night sky and emotions until the morning sun

Poems I've written

I have different playlists for different moods, I hope people will be able to hear new songs here and to listen to the music that I am obsessed with, commonly I listen to many of these songs when I am in need for story ideas so hopefully this playlist will help with story ideas too! This is just a little thing I do when i'm bored and not writing stories. Enjoy.