Faded Stories

As a victim of a fatal car crash, 27-year-old Iris Desjardins lost everything she held dear: her husband, two children, and even her memories. She has no recollection of anything before the accident and the only clue she has of the life she's lived before is a collection of journal entries and writings that she behind. After delving a little deeper into her writings and a series of unprecedented encounters with suspicious people, she comes to realize that there was something more behind the death of her family.

"Roll me a blunt"

Short Story Based Song

Arielle Hall, the girl with big dreams and expectations. She's almost there, living the life she'd always dreamed of. Not until, her boyfriend and fiance keep a terrible secret of cheating on her for almost two months. She thought, she'll be forever alone and miserable for being haunted by the memories she had with Adam. Years go by, someone came to her life. Roran, living the life of being a boss and a good role model to his employees. None of his expectation to ever bump with Arielle. Will they work? Will Roran be someone Arielle looked for? Or will they both stay till the end?

Memudar Semua memudar...

𝐻𝑖 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑉 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸'𝑠...𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒... ✿︎✿︎✿︎✿︎ 𝑆𝑂 𝐼 𝐻𝑂𝑃𝐸 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐿𝐼𝐾𝐸 𝐼𝑇 💜💜

Plot Summary: Mamun and Fahima were childhood friends who grew up in a small, serene village. Their bond grew stronger with time, and by their teenage years, they were inseparable. Though their love was quiet and pure, fate had other plans for them. When Mamun had to leave the village for higher education, he promised Fahima that he would return for her. But years passed, and life kept pulling them in different directions, straining their relationship until it was hanging by a thread.

This is my first real attempt at poetry. Therefore, its purpose is still unclear, but let it wash over you and you might find a glint of gold beckoning to breathe fire in you beneath the darkness.

My 2nd collection of poems written from absolute emotion and my perspective of things. The 2nd part and poetic continuation of my previous release "Moonlight". Highest Peak: #110 - Poetry

Loretta Mier is not the typical 15 year old. Her parents are always butting heads, and she has to deal with an addiction: selfharm. She is bullied endlessly, and when she takes her addiction to the next level, there is hell to pay.

the truth is...i love you, but you will never know, now will you?...</3

I don't know form how long I was feeling like this.Too many questions yet no one here to answer any.I even don't know how much time has been passed.My senses are not working properly even now.I found it hard to find out what's fells like what.Doctors told me I need to rest and try to remember things and do not try to pressurize my mind too much.But how can be that possible there is so much to think ,to find out.Now i don't have a house(as far as o know),no family ,no friends.But doctors told me I am doing great job.But i don't feel like it.They are doing some research about my brain cells.Because they found something strange about my mind.Rosella told me that they gonna discharge me soon.This morning I got up from sleep tensed.Some memories from my past tried to came but everything around me appear blurr. I tried to sleep but I failed miserably.I have been starting to doing some physical activities for my muscle.I have been in hospital bed for more than 10 months.So my body aches every time I stretch.So every time I lay on my bed i feel asleep.Today i feel so tired and disturbed.My memory feels blank these days I can't hold on anything.I hate this totally hate this. I hate this version of me.As far as my instints go i know I never been like this my mind this shattered . there is a knock in my door.I got up in my bed .Rosella appear from behind the door a trey in her hand.My enemy.My Meds time. "Good Morning"she said.With her smily face. "Good Morning"I replied lazily. I know what she is gonna tell me.To take a quick shower and get ready for today's session.Before this take a tons of medicine.S he is been my only friend since I open my eyes.I have always been some kind of mean to her but I know she is doing her job. "Hey what are you thinking or Did your mind start working again?" she laugh a little. "Very funny"I made a face. "Ok Now take your meds and take a shower and Get ready for the session and there gonna be some new session today"She said almost excitedly.

No description needed, read to figure if u like it. Pretty sure you will... Slow Updates

As I sway with the tranquil zephyr, I let my skin benevolently nudge the soil, the pure soil of this sunflower garden... I lay down, the beaming rays of sun, for one last time, fell on the petals and I celebrated nature. The gift of God and the life that I chose... A traversing remorse through the veins, in the loving memory of the departed soul. How do I put my complex feelings into words? The start of summer and the fluttery hearts. With the setting sun, I planted my adulation. For him, with his memories. The melancholy in the melody of his voice, his eyes possessed a concealed spark, his fragrance that persistently drove me wild, he left a mystical sign on my red gown. Most of all, the beguiling memories that haunt me like an eerie ghost. We walked the rainy nights, we sailed through the light of moon, shadow by the water's edge. The vivid sunflowers which devotedly revealed the map towards my heart and he succinctly constructed a perennial home within me. Not that I would ever admit, but a lover that has been faded, is a lover who never loved. Lies. In my illustration, the meaning of lie is cryptic yet crystal clear. A lie is a legitimate way of keeping a heart enclosed and engraved to your selfish possession.A lie is said when you have already broken that one fragile individual who painted skies in your name, but you're in denial. When you do not hold enough courage to fervently accept your betrayal, your insensitivity that cut open someone else. Look, they are bleeding incessantly. Every moment spent together was beauty in it's own way. The breeze caused us to thank every bit of the universe. The day I eagerly and earnestly was waiting for, had finally arrived. The decked up day was supposed to bring in showers of vibrant jubilee, isn't it? Why was it so pulchritudinous yet so despondent?... Why did "love" take shelter under the vicious wind? Why did love become a destructive chronicle? Bizarre, as it is.

A girl that goes missing

All Kristen wanted was to turn back the clock. And get her sister back. She has been going to psychology for almost a decade, and still can't get passed the fact that her sister is gone. She ends up at St. Yedens a hospital that helps people with abnormal mindsets. Find out what happens by reading more of Faded.