Ephemeral Stories

These poems are about friendship, nationhood, desires, supernatural

Colt Vance believes that anything without a solid foundation is a tragedy waiting to happen. As the heir to a global infrastructure empire, his life is a blueprint of rigid schedules and steel structures. But when a booking error strands him in a remote coastal town, he meets someone who lives entirely by the rhythm of the waves. Min-Ho was once the rising star of Seoul's fine arts scene, until he realized the industry cared more about the price of the canvas than the soul of the artist. Now, he paints in the sand and lives for the moment, hiding a battered wooden box of supplies and a past he's desperate to leave behind. When the architect tries to "fix" the artist, Min-Ho issues a challenge: leave the stress behind, forget the empire, and spend one week in a world that isn't built to last. Between the sun-drenched pier and the incoming tide, two opposites find a connection as beautiful as it is fleeting. But as a storm gathers on the horizon, Colt must decide if he can handle a love that doesn't come with a guarantee-or if he'll let the best thing that ever happened to him be washed away by the tide.

【 Ephemeral 】─── 𝓢omething beautiful that lingers only for a moment, like a whisper of light that fades before you can hold it. Yeon Sieun 𝒙 Female!Oc whc 𝒊 - whc 𝒊𝒊 started - 04 / 11 / 26 ended - status - 𝒐𝒏-𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈

-revised and english version. *** The rain fell in a soft, steady rhythm, each drop a tiny drumbeat against the pavement. Aurora stood mesmerized, her gaze drawn to the glistening city lights reflected in the puddles. A hand reached out, gently pulling her under the shelter of an awning. "You'll come, right, Samuel? You said I should be patient and wait for you." Her voice, barely a whisper, carried the weight of unspoken longing. He wasn't there. The comforting warmth of his presence, the familiar scent of his cologne, were all gone. He had said those words to soothe her, to quell the storm brewing within her. But the storm raged on, a tempest of emotions she couldn't control. Her fist clenched, a silent plea to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. She felt a pang of guilt, a betrayal of the man beside her, Felix, who had been so kind, so patient. But in this moment, her thoughts were a thousand miles away, drawn to a boy with eyes the color of the summer sky, a boy who had promised her a future they might never have. Two weeks. Two weeks that stretched into an eternity, a cruel reminder of the promises they had made, promises that seemed to fade with each passing day. Aurora knew she should let go, let the memories fade like the rain-washed city lights. But the echo of his laughter, the warmth of his hand in hers, lingered, a haunting reminder of a love that was both impossible and irreplaceable.

𝑺𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔... ᗷOOK_1 : ᗰᗴT ᗷY ᖴᗩTᗴ • Oneiric - of or relating to dreams. • Oneirataxia - the inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality. • Trouvaille - a chance to encounter something wonderful. • Desiderium - an ardent longing as for something lost. • Ephemeral - last for a way short time. Three simple girls. Well, not so simple actually. There's a lot to say about them. We dream. All of us dream of something. Something special. Because in the end, "We Are All Dreamers In An Endless Universe." If you ask me, "Can dreams come true?" I would like to say, "Sometimes dreams come true in unexpected ways." And the fact is when we yearn, wish and dream for quite hard, it somehow becomes a reality. Let me just say it was a simple yet special dream for all three of them. To go to South Korea and meet Seventeen. And needless to say their dreams were full filled. But they got something more than that too. Let me introduce you all to the chaotic trio. Mishti - the selenophile Sayesha - the astrophile Arushi - the pluviophile ( I don't own any of the photos used in this story and I have tried my best to make this story totally different from others. Enjoy☺ ) #1 - oneiric #2 - kmg( 𝐷𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 5, 2021) #6 - carats #7 - ephemeral #51 - dreams #60 - boo #216 - hannie #289 - jun #299 - hoshi #357 - jeonghan #365 - mingyu #601 - kiss #837 - youngadoult Cover by @Niranju98

ephemeral : (adj.) 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 - - - - - ✍︎︎ 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙒𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙..

A haiku about flowers in an autumn season.

Una chica nueva acababa de llegar a la academia Alderic, donde todas las razas podían convivir y estudiar en paz sin ser juzgado por tu raza, o...eso decían. Pues esto no era del todo cierto ya que, a escondidas del director se aprovechaba mucho para que las razas superiores molesten o muestren superioridad de alguna forma a las razas mas inferiores. Aunque ésta chica no era de una raza baja, pues era una mujer gato, una de las clases más altas estando casi al nivel de los demonios y vampiros aunque no superasen a estas razas. La protagonista se irá poco a poco vinculando con los personajes principales hasta quizá.. ¿Llegar a algo más? Puede contener lemon de vez en cuando, aunque esto sera previamente advertido para quienes no les guste puedan saltarselo uwu Los personajes no son mios! En fin, espero que les guste este nuevo proyecto^^

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Nothing lasts forever. All rights reserved 2018.

A man who experiences loss and has a difficult time with the guilt that accompanies it, discovers that life has more than one surprise for him. [Originally written for justwriteit - justwritebits] In order for this book to contain some semblance of a coherent theme, all prompts about the Afterlife, alternate realities, dream world, etc, will be added here. It will maintain a somewhat lyrical [evocative and emotive] style, whilst containing some freedom to slipstream genres if I choose to. [I create all my covers. The only parts of this one that were pre-made were the tiny black silhouette of the man from Pixabay and the font, everything else-including the gem-was painfully created from a blank canvas. Do not use without my permission or without giving credit.]

Ephemeral - lasting for a very short time. Morgan, a 17 year old girl. After years, still grieving for her mother who's vital organs shut down in front of her, so they think. Her only remaining legacy of her mother is her birthday present, still unopened waiting for her 18th birthday. Her sister Alex, just about old enough to remember the 'oh' so tragic day, is moving on slowly. I take inspiration from Susanne Collins trilogy the hunger games. I am addicted to it and loved it so much! I adapted her writing style and combined it with my need to create. And this is how it turned out!

"loose me and i will be lost forever."

{completed} In which corbyn besson stumbles across a hurting girl. "We're strangers, why should I tell you anything?" "I'm no therapist but I can promise you this, I will listen and I will care, no matter what" - Warning Story contains issues such as suicide and depression

Ephemeral: (adj) lasting for a very short time. 🌙✨🌻 Originally Written By: Mimayselfandiii [All Rights Reserved.]

In essence, ephemeral content refers to short-lived, temporary content, often lasting only for 24 hours. Platforms like Instagram Stories, Snapchat, and Facebook Stories leverage this format for quick, engaging interactions.

"Do you think which side is a front or back?" Staring at ME, YOU are holding a spoon with a blank expression on your face. "Why is it now?" I thought because we will graduate from a school soon. "Why is now the first time that you talk to ME?" I thought that but I'd never said anything... ---------------------------------------------------------- I'm Japanese and my English is really poor, but I thought I wanna try to write novels in English. Maybe, that's not only gonna be helpful for me to write novels in English and also in Japanese. If you find some mistakes, typos or weird expressions, please tell me about them. If you wanna read this story in Japanese, please click the following link ;) https://kakuyomu.jp/works/16816452218922357693

A Short Amateur Poem who is trying some things out :)

What makes a human? Is it how one is made or is it on how one thinks he is one. Or is it even relevant when it comes to living? Adrien Agreste never asked that question to himself in all of his life-Maybe once or twice but not in a way that will make him think deeply. But as he sat on by the Eiffel tower, such question lingered in his mind. Was he a real person? or is his worst fears actually the truth?

Exploring the caverns of my mind is just a side occupation. I work the graveyard shift, usually from 9 p.m to 4:30 in the morning. And as scary as it seems, it really isn't all that bad. I mean what can I say? I get paid in "sleep".