Historias de Cantlove

Short poem

A collection of literary pieces such as poems, short stories, and ideas.

He was the one then he left your arms and now that you know he was the one hes gone ..........

Enjoy this very crappy first story!! ~Qu33n

A love story that you can feel love to a hater.Even you and him/her hate each other.You will feel love and wait..You'll see sooner.

I'll love you till the death of me, it's like I'm in the right time but the wrong planet i want to go back.. to go back with you. take me with you my love.

this is a story about a young girl and her incapbilty of falling in love and how it leads her into the many secrets of whom her family has covered over for generation this is not a real store and more of a expression peice I guess. the cover was found on pintrist so it is not mine if u know the original creator please inform me so I can give credit thank you! :) This story is based around 3rd person narrative text and first person staring a fictional character -Jane- This story is not based around anything particular Any suggestions for the story are open for commenting please let me know of Grammer, puncation, or anything troubleing in the story. This book contains TW matters such as Weapond, and Blood And other thing that are in the story that need to be marked as TW let me know for the safety of you and other people that take offence or have any sort of problems with such, if ur problem of these TW are sever go on with caution for there are no TW in the story unless felt needed Thank you please read description before commenting on anything after this story is posted I am veary proud of you Have a great day And I hope u enjoy this story There might be some more in the future!

A girl swordsman is forced to keep her mask on when out in the woods till she finds the most prettiest girl ever the girl wants to to see her face but with her deep voice and masculinity the straight girl is convinced it's a man. Till the swordsgirl takes her mask off...

~ Simultaneously, they were overcome with flooding sensations of uncontrollable - unexplainable emotions. It appeared unfeasible that she would or even could stop. Although he had no objections, he wasn't aware of the consequences of this paradoxical act. The consequences to him, her and all other beings. The strange, intricate and mysterious mark imprinted on her shoulder was no longer a light gleam but has metamorphosed into lights incandescing across the initially dimly-lit room. This was also unnoticed by the individuals who were immersed in the impermissible undertaking. Somehow, she flickered open her eyes and drew them up to his face. An eruption of light suddenly occurred, driving them apart and causing a rip in their souls beyond repair. ~

Just read it :')

There is no love for me