Beingalive Stories

Shortstory of a girl with a dreamer's mind and an angel fastened on Earth, who find support in each other. - Writers are also all the midnight-thinker ones on tumblr and pinterest that I've made this "story" out of. You are my inspiration.

Imagine yourself as the character in the story. Imagine being free in wild. Free from the complexities of city life. Free from the burden of being you.

I am not sure if I am the only one, but given my situation, I probably am. I am not sure if you felt the same way as I did. Hell, I am not even sure if any of you is real. If you are, please stay. I will tell you my story. And if, in any way possible, you may perhaps find her, tell her I was real. Her name was Keru. Her mother had named her Cherubim, an angel. And an angel she was. She had teal-coloured hair, cut short just above her nape so that she really looked like a cherub. Her eyes were ocean blue and her skin was pale like white coffee. She was tall, but only a few centimetres above my shoulders. Her lips were soft and pink, and was always, always arced upwards. I could not possibly describe her in any other way. It was exactly how I remembered her.

Poems that do not fit into a specific place. Many of these poems (but not all) will try to tell a story. Most of these poems will rhyme, but not all. Requests are also welcome and will be marked a little differently then non-requests.

Loving wild, Living free.

I decided to do something like this because my roommate Rachel is doing it and I thought it's a good idea. My parents will never understand this and only some of my closest friends know about it. Sometimes it's hard waking up everyday because something might happen. Some people don't understand when people struggle with depression or Anxiety. Some days I still struggle. I struggle with thoughts of cutting and or killing myself all the time. That is why I think this is a good idea. I'm going into my last semester at Salem State and I have so much to be thankful for.

When her unhealed scars become open again, the chaos and pain is eating her up then. When the fire within her starting to cease, and her soul being in between. How will she manage to stand up again?

So I'm in love with Company Westend. I was lucky enough to see it twice before it closed :( BUT! I've been lucky enough to receive the full revised script... and well, i thought it would be nice to share the story i love so much in a novelised form. I would like to clearly state that I. DO. NOT. OWN. THESE. CHARACTERS. OR. THIS. SHOW. This is just a very cannon fanfiction ;) I will use real lines and actions from the show, and will do 1 scene per chapter. Please to god enjoy :)

Welcome to the school of Cards. You may be wondering 'What is this place?' or 'What's so special about cards? Well I can answer that for you and the answer is... Well, that's for you to find out. Is your game a game of disguise? Or is it possibly a game of strategy? The possibilities are endless really but what's the one thing you all have in common? Your cards are enchanted. Magical. You all can summon creatures from your cards and they well.... fight for you.

a collection of poems, stories, and other words i've written over the years. be aware that most of these are written in the middle of the night so i'm sorry for any grammatical errors and such.

An original fiction told through poetry follows an unnamed narrator as they walk through their entire existence through 30 poems - from birth to death. Grow up, learn lessons, and feel the experience of life with our narrator. This reading experience is raw but subtle, and one that you'll never forget. "The Life & Death of Being a Human" was written as a series of poems utilizing Escapril 2022 prompts to celebrate National Poetry Writing Month doing what I love most - telling stories.

Wild explorer meets vampire recluse, turning his world and hers upside down forever. "YOU KIDNAPPED SOMEONE? I can't believe you. You actually kidnapped someone." "Well yeah, but she's not just someone-" "I don't care who she is. I don't care why you did it. I just care that YOU KIDNAPPED SOMEONE!" "In our defense, we were left unsupervised and it has been incredibly dull around here as of the past few decades. Someone had to drag us out of our monotony!"

Me talking to myself.

"Listen to the Rhythm of Falling Rain. "

This is prolly badly written but oh well I'm valdangelo trash already

When the world rages around you, When no one can find you, When you're ready to leave, Be it by land or sea, You'll always have me. Me and this book of poems. So when you are ready to leave... Please, Please take a poem or three, That they might bring some comfort to thee. As you embark on your journey.

She was a miracle not a mystery! After all life is all about moments and miracles!

"Every once in a while in the middle of ordinary life, Love gives you a Fairytale. " ---------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer : The images used for the covers in this book are taken from Internet and the credit goes to their respective owners.

Parts of life told to a stranger friend. Julie writes a letter to Marjorie every other day. She waits for letters with a warm answer, but doesn't get to enjoy them so much. When the letters do come, there is always good advice and friendly stats, so she thinks nothing of it But the reality is... She never met Marjorie. Nor seen her, nor heard of her. She doesn't even have an address. Marjorie gets another of Julie's letters and doesn't know how to react. She is getting worse and the final drop cannot be postponed anymore. Julie has to find out who Marjorie really is and what they share. The past is stronger as imagined and Julie is in for a hard blast.