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One quiet night, as a firefly drifts before his eyes, Kukau remembers the night he spent with his grandparents in the open fields of their village. The glowing insects, the gentle wind, and his grandmother's story of Abutungtrung bring back memories of love, warmth, and the lessons that still shine within him. A deeply emotional story about family, loss, and the light that never fades - where every firefly carries a piece of memory and every glow tells a story of love that still lives on.

They left her with Watson Family.... Will they both will remain enemies or they will became enemy towards the whole world to prove their love???? Let's see what fate decides..........

••• Hatice Koçari gelecekte evlatları en çok da Fadime'si rahat etsin diye Şirin Furtuna'ya ve oğlu Adil Koçariye vasiyet niteliğinde bir mektup bırakır. •••

Childhood friends Shen Wenlang and GaoTu grow close despite their four year age gap, until a painful incident breaks their bond. Years later, fate reunites them when Wenlang returns as GaoTu's new lecturer. Forcing both to face the past they left behind. Shen Wenlang x GaoTu

A memoir of pain and healing

This is not a book of perfect heroes. It's a diary. A notebook that someone gave me to write down what I remember before everything changed. Before I knew that my life was not normal. Before I understood why strange things always happened around me. Here I am trying to organize my story: my childhood, my family, the secrets that no one explained and the things that seemed like coincidences... but maybe never were. I don't know if this will work for anyone else. Maybe it's just for me, so I don't forget who I was before I discovered that the old gods still exist... and that some of us were born too close to them. If you're reading this, don't expect a clean story or a perfect hero. Just the life of a boy trying to understand why fate decided to turn him into something more than human.

When you're as old as Cap'n, you tend to reflect on a lot of things from your youth... Espically when your crush from your teenaged years is now your enemy. **cross posted from ao3**

Salvador Cousins Series, #4.5

A psychological novel based on a familiar story. Bella moves in with her father in a small, rainy town hidden in the forests of the Olympic Peninsula. There she meets the local kids, including Edward, who sits next to her in class. A quiet friendship begins between them, slowly turning into mutual attraction. Around the same time, Bella starts having nightmares about dark creatures in the forest and rain, filled with the metallic scent of blood. The nightmares feel disturbingly real, making her flinch even when awake. Soon she realizes these are not just dreams - they are memories. An alternate take on Twilight | Edward & Bella | Friendship to love | Dark secrets | Completed story

Three times. Three times I applied to college. Three times. Three times I was declined. Journey's life was hard, full of loss and long. But she gets help. She tries. 'Enjoy the little things. Seeing as that's the only positive thing you have left...' But is that really true? Find Out in: The Hairstylist<3

This is a story of a woman who's battling with all the expectations from everyone.

Emotional confessions of a mother towards her daughter in the attempt to help her avoid making the same mistakes. Married three times, changing cities and countries, jobs from modeling till managing hotels, courtrooms and destinies all with the purpose of self awareness and knowledge. Follow this letters to see what a passionate, restless mother can do and how she can reinvent herself just to find out who she truly is, how as a single mother she makes countless mistakes looking for happiness for her and her daughter. And she never stops...

The students of the prestigious class 1-A need to have a stronger bond, and what is a better way than a new bonding exercise? Follow the students as they learn more than what they bargained for about each other. Shinso replaces Mineta because I am not giving him a reason to be a pervert. This fic was originally posted on my Archive, but to stop reposts, I am also posting it here. My archive is Mystic_Foxy.

Aarav Malhotra, a talented young filmmaker from a wealthy family, is haunted by his lost love, Meera Kapoor. Their childhood bond shatters under the weight of distance, family expectations, and unspoken pain. As Aarav spirals into obsession and alcohol, a fragile friendship with a kindred spirit, Naina, offers only a faint solace. His final film, a haunting reflection of his heartbreak, garners acclaim even as he succumbs to the darkness within. This is a poignant tale of love, loss, and the tragic cost of clinging to memories that refuse to fade.

A story set in the past present and future. In memories and hopes.

I live across the street from an old, rusted, crumbling house. My neighbors tend to avoid this place, although it seems abandoned, it's not. A man known as "The Crooked Man" lives there. No one had ever seen The Crooked Man before but there were rumors about a particular legend only he could tell. They say the story is about my neighborhood and how it changed from bright and sunny to dark and gloomy. He's willing to tell you the story... if you're willing to pay. Who knew that my neighborhood had such a dark past? And that it was all his fault? In other words, Victor Blaese and Andre Martin were once neighbors and best friends. They meant everything to each other until the day they grew up and changed. Who knew that just the effort to fit in would lead to the end? Copyright © TheQuietLoser13| 2020/ 2022-2023 All rights reserved. The book may not be reproduced, distributed, or used in any manner whatsoever without the written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. (18,685 words)

When Anvi walks into her new school holding her little brother's hand, she has no idea what's waiting for her. She's shy, curious, and ready to start fresh-but life has other plans. New faces, secret glances, and unexpected friendships begin to shape a story filled with innocent moments, silent feelings, and memories that never fade.

Refreshing my childhood. Just random thoughts. Its not a story.

a child's memory

There was once a boy. A boy who left a clear image in my mind. A boy that I can't seem to remember. A boy whom gave me lots of "firsts". A boy who claimed to love me. A boy whom loved the winter... A true story based on events in my second grade class. A boy who made up a small part of my world yet changed it completely. This is the story of my relationship with the boy who loved winter.