Familiarity Stories

As teenagers Ayla and Steve where highschool sweethearts, yet their love was cut short when Steve had a drastic death. 10 years later Ayla had learned to survive, but never how to leave him in the past. Then one day Ayla sees him, walking, breathing...alive.

No one! Come on!

Mikyla Saycon once stood on the edge of K-pop stardom a bright, promising trainee at just 15 years old. But when life handed her a different path, she chose family, purpose, and her education over fame. Now a med tech intern in Tokyo, she's focused on her future in the medical field, supported by a loving adoptive family and her best friend, the only one who knows Mikyla still secretly adores K-pop, especially ENHYPEN, and especially Nishimura Niki, her ultimate bias since college. But fate has its own plans. While on hospital duty one rainy afternoon, Mikyla is asked to assist a patient with a leg injury. He's tall, quiet, and a little stubborn, and they're both wearing masks. No names are exchanged. No identities revealed. To her, he's just Patient 0419. To him, she's just the assertive intern who doesn't treat him like a celebrity. Neither of them realizes they've met before in a much different life, on a much different day. Because years ago, in a dusty trainee studio, Mikyla walked away from a dream and just hours later, Niki walked in and began his own. Bound by a shared past neither of them knows yet, they begin to cross paths more often, their connection growing naturally, deeply, quietly. But what happens when masks come off and they realize, They were never strangers after all?

Life is to hard y'know. we need a break so let your imagination run wild while reading these peaceful stories.

Just an extremely short story about love :)

A girl has been serving in the church for 6 years now, in 2019 December 16th a man caught her attention thinking that the man seems familiar, turns out that he's just a complete stranger. Days passed, she found herself always looking at the man without her knowing why, this continued until the last day of December and she's not dumb and she knows to herself that she already caught feelings for the man. She knows nothing about the man, his name, his age, his address, everything about him, none. Until January came, she looked around the church-mass is almost starting, but in her disappointment the man didn't show up. What is she feeling? why does she feel so disappointed... or should I say devastated? Unsay naa sa lalaki nganong naka feel siya ani nga mga emotions?. Months had passed since January, there was no trace of the man and she gave up. Until 2020 December 16th came, miraculously the man showed up again and there she is doesn't know what to feel. Happy? Excited?, she's flabbergasted and the girl realized that the man and his family only showed up in the church when it's misa de gallo until new year, and she get used to it. 5 years ago today, she found herself always coming it's way back to the man who just caught her attention year ago. After all this time he already had her heart. Effortlessly caught her attention, without her knowing he also caught his heart. A sense of familiarity that she felt like she had known the man for a very long time, like she had love him in a hundred lifetimes. Would she be able to express her love for him? How would she plot something for things to happen? Is there any chance that she will have him in this lifetime?

Their first meeting felt ordinary- No sparks, no drama, just a quiet story. For Zienna, her heart was sure, She didn't rush, she wanted more. To learn his pauses, his silent ways, The things unspoken, the hidden phrase. Xander felt a pull, soft and slow, Drawn to her calm, but unsure to show. Something was real, yet undefined, A fragile feeling he couldn't bind. Days went by with glances and talks, Moments that lingered like gentle walks. Nothing was named, yet everything known, A quiet love, quietly grown. Conviction at First Knowing- A story where hearts start showing, Before the mind can understand, The ways love chooses, unplanned.

known unfamiliarity

To forget the past is to have you, to remember the past is to lost you. A Story about a college student with retrograde amnesia who is a victim of severe bullying and unconsciously wish to forget his past and present situation. After the incident he starts to live a good life then he meets Saiah a girl who also suffered from being bullied. Will Saiah be the key to his past? What if remembering the past means forget the present? What will he choose? All Rights Reserved. Copying is strictly prohibited. *** STORY UPDATE EVERY MONDAY & WEDNESDAY. *Wattpad edition is my first draft. It has million mistakes and hasn't been edited yet. I sincerely apologize.* *No part of this book may be reproduced or use in any form or by any means of electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, printing, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the author.* *PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME. let us not do that.* Also.. visit me on my fb page: https://web.facebook.com/RiJin-on-Wattpad-324442097905426/

Self-acceptance and self-love can be troublesome, particularly when we contrast ourselves with others. In any case, knowing your assets and being content with your defects have genuine advantages.

Hello my humans, monsters, unicorns, zombies, or whatever you really are! This is a book where I show my true selfie! I answer Q and A, confessions, challenges, confessions, and whatever you want me to do pretty much!

Attempts at poetry :)

On the first day of school, Aoi notices Ren too quickly. Not because of attraction. Not because of coincidence. Because something about him feels known. They share classes, small conversations, moments that feel rehearsed even when they are not. The closer they get, the more unsettling it becomes. Comfort arrives before trust. Concern arrives before attachment. In a place where memory should define connection, Aoi and Ren are left wondering why familiarity comes without a past. Some feelings do not ask permission. They simply return.

me... and.... me.

Wayward Scent

What was, or could've been even, haunts me. a collection of photos with weird stories stapled onto them.

It's not four walls and a roof Or a pair of arms and a beating heart But it does feel like Home. So, rest here weary soul And gain comfort in the pages As you find familiarity within its words.

What is this place? What am I?

A small solace from the entropy of mind. An elysian, a salvation for wounded hearts. A place where the tender souls embrace the beauty of anonymity and speak out their pain, fear and bliss. A cry, a voice behind the veil, a request or perhaps, cleansing of mind. A place where we acknowledge the thoughts that we have been shrouding from the world outside. A saga of our different lives but similar pain. A diversity in our similarities.