Candlelight Stories

A variety of short stories I've written throughout the years. Thornhill Hall ( A Gothic Tale) Winter (1801) Jean Baptiste Lagimodiere More to follow

Poetry!!!!! -lashta This is solely my own work and any kind of palgarism won't be tolerated. So please refrain from copying or recreating this book in any other form unless you have my permission. Thank you!!!

What is love? What makes it so incredibly beautiful, yet so devastatingly painful? Is love a mysterious, unquantifiable force, or the predictable, measurable effects of complex chemical interactions in our brain? Is there a "formula" for capturing love, or is it merely a role of the dice? Do we each have one true soulmate, or are we drawn to those we love through circumstance and chance?

Chloe's jaw dropped. "In charge of the-? No, no Mr. Rodriguez I can't do that! I mean, I have to do your homework-" "I'll excuse you for homework until Friday; that's the international festival day." "But what about your project on the different Spanish cultures?! It's due on Friday isn't it? The same day as the international festival?" Mr. Rodriguez grinned. "If only someone was listening in class today, she would've heard that I moved the due date to Monday of next week." When Chloe didn't reply to that, he knew he won. She gaped at the closed door of her teacher. What just happened? Chloe wouldn't believe it even if she went back in time to tell her past-self. She's going to have to work on some festival that only foreign language teachers take pride in, and this year it seems like her teacher is in charge and guess who he assigns to be the head of activities? Her delinquent team consists of her best friend, a Golden Boy, and a Bad Boy. To make matters worse, she only has less than a week to come up with an idea. Great.

Black-White. Good-Evil. There's no grey area. No spectrum exists. Only a clear line in between. Where do you stand??

Life is a candle sometimes it shines bright sometimes it's not so bright that's how life is for Laurance Zvahl his life is full of ups and downs just like candlelight but one thing keeps him intact aphmau Phoenix the best thing in his life she IS his life.

️️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ❝ can you not yell? it's only 4am! ❞ ❝ who the fuck moves in at 4? ❞ + in which lee donghyuck's archenemy, his best friend's other best friend, happens to need to share an apartment unit with him. a lee donghyuck short story. dear dream: ³⁄₇ 彡tteokbokkies

Mortimer, a young man is running away from himself in the foggyfield. His own shadow is following him. What an moment! can he save himself?!

In a world ruled by men, one woman makes a stand. When her father and brother die in the Napoleonic Wars, Corinna Wolverstoke of Penninghall and her mother Liz are thrown at the mercy of the merciless man who takes over the title. Corinna has to steal to stave off genteel starvation, but she does it with style: She dresses up as a highwayman, using her soothsaying skills to find her victims. Highway robbery keeps the little family alive, but for how long? The price on her head weighs heavier than the gun in her hand. The days she holds up the Marquis of Demoral, she knows she's found her match. In more ways than one. This is based on ONC Prompt #2: The moment you realize you saw something that could cost your life. Now all you can do is try and outrun them.

Poem about deathly encounter

in which 8 students are part of the production team of the school play and are in charge of making sure the play goes smoothly for the 6 main characters, unaware that the bonds that they would make would last beyond the final curtain closing. 7/7 open !

This is a poem about how life struggle can impact your image and you choices. I wrote this as the impact of neglecting someone or something can turn to the worst.

Why did I pick this title for a book of random memories? I'd rather not say.

A collection of my typical depressing freestyle poetry, romantically focused.

I'll add a worthy description later, but at least I can say I've finally scrounged up the time to write his story. I hope you all enjoy it, as this story in its entirety has been a very emotion journey, and I hope to help my readers see the true story buried and disguised under the subtle innuendos and cover of fantasy. Thanks for your time, and enjoy LionHeart: A Candlelight Tale.

Grantaire is a night owl and Enjolras gets woken up a lot. That's pretty much it. Just trying to get a feel for Enjolras and Grantaire and justify their relationship if I'm being honest. I'm new to this pair, and I haven't read the brick yet, so if my characterizations are off, let me know. Sorry for shitty writing and historical inaccuracies. (The cover is not mine, but it was funny.)

I'm getting afraid now. I am getting afraid coz I feel like my personality is changing everyday and it affects the whole of me. That's why I chose not to be in a relationship because I am afraid that if I get to happy or get too sad or too hurt I would forget myself. Scared that maybe one day even me would no longer name myself. Pero paano kung sa tuwing pipikit ang iyong mata ay nakikita mo ang sarili mo sa isang madilim na lugar at tanging anino lang ng isang taong may hawak ng kandila ang nandoon. Kilala mo ba sya? Parte ba siya ng buhay mo? O baka siya ang gabay mo para maging banayad ang emosyon mo sa sarili mo? Sino ba sya? O sino ka ba talaga?