Brokenstories Stories

One thing you must know about monsters, my friend. Not all of them are creatures of the night. Some monsters need sleep. But when they sleep, do they dream?

Some wounds are nice ones...

She was a master of her profession. He could sense that from the very first moment, when she opened his chest to rebuild the fleshy lump that once was his heart.

Last words are not easy to write. There is so much left to say. Words of love, words of wisdom, a word of warning.

Once a year everyone visits the family. If they want to or not.

I've dreamt once, my friend. It was wonderful and weird. And best of all, I don't remember awakening.

I have a voice inside myself. He is quite nice and he really got something to say, I guess. Problem is: he doesn't speak my language.

Never underestimate rumors. There might be a good story build around a not so entertaining truth.

**"Someone to Adore"** is a bittersweet story about Kevin, a quiet and thoughtful university senior who falls for Liza, a first-year student. Drawn to her understated beauty and curious nature, Kevin slowly develops feelings for Liza as they spend time together. Despite their growing friendship, Kevin struggles with his emotions, unsure of how to express his love for her. When Kevin finally confesses his feelings, Liza gently turns him down, revealing that she only sees him as a friend. Heartbroken, Kevin watches as Liza begins to drift away, their once-close bond fading. Unable to cope with the pain of rejection, Kevin turns to writing as a way to process his emotions. The story ends with Kevin beginning to write a book about incomplete love, capturing his feelings of unrequited affection. In the final line of his book, Kevin reflects on his love for Liza: **"For her, I am the man who loves her from afar, and she is my 'Someone to adore.'"** This line encapsulates Kevin's enduring, yet unfulfilled, love for Liza, marking a poignant conclusion to his emotional journey.

This book is a compilation of my one shot stories. You can find my one shot stories in my facebook account at Fantasia Writes, I just reposted it here my works.

He had no reason to trust her. Yet he did. Maybe just because there was no other option.

Very difficult to say bye to ur loved ones..... 😭😭😭

"Are you crying? ", you asked. "Memories are strange, my friend", I answered. "Seldom are they nice and warming, mostly they rip my heart into pieces. Yet I come back to them every time."

Being good is not easy, my friend. Sometimes making the right decision means people are going to suffer, leaving them all alone in the darkness - let them be lost. Making the wrong decision often feels so much nicer.

We don't always choose our company. And our company doesn't always choose us. Some companions are destined to be with us. If they want to or not.

Broken.

"You know my friend", I once said to you, "I envy you for your brain." You looked up from what you were doing. Irritated. "What? Don't get me wrong, but I think you would be really disappointed, if we could switch places." "You don't appreciate this masterpiece enough." I said. "It's perfect. Perfectly balanced. You could think through the universe, analyze it until no wonder is left inexplicable, no question unanswered. But yet your brain decides to keep some holes unfilled, so that the magic has a place to stay in this world. I envy you so much."