Ephemeral Stories

Ephemeral (adj) ┆ uh-feh-muh-ruhl┆ ❦ ─── ❝Lasting for a very short time.❞ ─── ❝A portfolio of quintessential graphics by Miyoko and Marina.❞

Mystic Falls. A city that is much more mystical than it seems. The Salvatores One of the founding families. Katherine An orphan who has deeper secrets than meets the eye. And Skarlett A girl who is still looking for her place in life. A Salvatore sister story Takes place in 1864

2018/19

E·phem·er·al (adj.) Lasting for a very short time ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ Aurora has spent thirteen years surviving, not living. Trapped in a broken home filled with cruelty and violence, every day has been a battle against the monsters she was forced to call family. Stained by her striking appearance--skin, hair, and eyes devoid of pigment--Aurora has always stood out. But one night, when flashing lights and sirens tear through the darkness of her world, everything changes. Her nightmares have been taken away in handcuffs, and for the first time, Aurora is free. Or so she believes. Whisked away to a sprawling manor in New York, she's thrown into a new life with six mysterious older brothers she's never met, secrets buried in every corner, and danger that feels strangely familiar. As Aurora tries to rebuild, she begins to worry if the past is truly behind her, or if something even darker has been waiting all along. Meek, quiet, and resilient, Aurora is done merely surviving. She's ready to live and claim her new life as more than Ephemeral. Even if it kills her. ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ ⏾ The first couple chapters are short but get longer as you go.

hearts swelling, irrevocably bruised © 2021 poetry & prose

contains mature content.

Bienvenue dans ce Rantbook ! Ce Rantbook appartient à 6 personnes : Rain, Sun, Snow, Moon, Cass et Max ! Dans ce livre, tu trouveras des "chapitres" concernant notre groupe... EPHEMERAL ! Bonne lecture ! :) (Résumé à modifier si besoin)

Using poetry and twisting words to describe the ups and downs of a love that never was, but always is.

fleeting immortals © epiphxnies 2021

Trapped in despair after losing her beloved, a girl was greeted by a demon. The demon offered her the magic gun, "Blutgang," and whispered, "If there's something you wish for, you have to make it come true." The girl who lost everything. In its place, she gained absolute violence. In a brutal world of injustice and bloodshed, today she will stir up the sound of gunfire. To see her beloved once more.

One day, at the beginning of July, Changbin, a college student from Seoul who decided to flee the city - and indirectly his problems - for the summer, meets Felix, a young florist. Through him, he takes a deep breath of fresh unpolluted air... started: 2020-1-26 updated: 2020-6-10 finished:

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

A collection of pieces of poetry, each one a different poetic form.

A poem penned, just to commemorate the celebration of Tagore's Jayanti. The Bard Of Bengal, who was the king of pens:rather He still remains immortal in all our souls for he embraced and cracked open the mysteries if fleeting emotions and strong judgements. Not by words, but by the timeless beauty of His pen.

LOVE SERIES #2 We're all ephemeral as raindrops. We all fall and we all land somewhere. -Solana Marie Allary The photo used as book covers is credited to there rightful owners and is use for entertainment purposes only.

-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.

A girl who is experiencing sadness and depression is fighting inside of herself and figuring out what it means to let go.

Antes de que me odiaras decidí odiarte primero, antes de que te fueras decidí echarte... Se que fui egoista... Tu no te merecias lo que te hice... Por favor... Perdóname Fred...

There is love. There is existence. There is hope. There is complication. Living day after day, we notice as time pass by, but our hearts remain our true home. And we will never let go. This is what life is...or maybe it's just high school.