Familiarity Stories

A girl who was very interested in fantasy from childhood had found her self in a magical land after she had read a book about a land which looks like where she found herself. Let us see where the journey takes her.

Two years after a near-death experience in a car crash Ever Summers lost her family to, weird things start happening. People start showing up while others start changing. Including a new boy with strangely familiar blue eyes named Forrest. Soon, she finds herself wrapped up in a world of magic - dark and light, secrets, and the truth... The crazy thing is, most of it relates back to the car crash that sent her whole life swirling off in a whirlwind, while her family lost theirs.....

My first time doing poetry. I hope it's decent!

A short story about a person being back where they belong.

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

poem about staying alive out of familiarity. {inspired by edgar allan poe - the raven}. enjoy. 🥀🖤:):

What is this place? What am I?

"A quiet rooftop, a gentle moon, and a dream that lingers in the heart."

A bitter-sweet journey to self-acceptance and taking control over one's own life.

[Continuation of Jamais Vu] After her attempt, Calee woke up with a new perspective. And that is to continue living her life. Together with her mother, friends -Anne & Hannah, and new found guy friends, Jonas and Archie. She wants to spend each day with a genuine happiness plastered in her face. No more pretending, Just pure happiness. She thought everythings is going smoothly with her life. Until one day, she met a guy who gives off familiarity. Who makes her feel a lot of emotions she can't distinguish. But it doesn't end with that. Because everything what this guy do, Feels like a DeJa Vu.

Things I want to say, but can't ever find the words for

She gets this sinking feeling in her chest. Is this what heartbreak feels like? He feels this weight pressing down on him. Is this what emptiness feels like? They ask this question everyday. Yet, no answer has appeared. Instead, they decided to ask another question. Why is it so familiar? -------------------------------------------------------- This book may contain content that is sensitive to some readers. Read at your own risk. I didn't copy this from anything that I've ever read in my life. Any similarities between a person living or dead is entirely coincidental and accidental. I apologize for any grammar and spelling mistakes I have made

Jane meets a mysterious man, but she cannot remember where she has seen him before. But a strange air if familiarity brings back things long forgotten. Jane and Sherlock met in highschool, they meet in a casual way and somehow make their way in the world together but as the two become friends destiny pulls them away. Leaving them to fill the void they have each created for each other. But fate has another name to fear: Mycroft.

this is a modification on a story that i used to read back then.

A Winter Soldier fanfiction Emilia Hate has been living in Washington for a couple years now and thought it was safer than New York after the alien attack two years ago. It took her a while to convince her parents to come with her, but once her grandmother passed, they agreed. She had a job, a home, and great friends; everything she dreamed of except she was missing one thing, she was missing love. All her friends were dating, engaged, or married but she couldn't find the right man. She knew what he looked like and what he was like, all she had to do was find him. This story contains mature language. *Under editing*

My name is Kenya E. Downey and I've grown to love compiling captivating excerpts of raw emotion and perception. Throughout my time on this Earth, I've learned there's no straight path to the ugly truth that life is a whirlwind-an unforgiving one. It comes with ups and downs and life goes on with or without you. Sometimes navigating the storm can be tough but it can also be beautiful. I hope you enjoy delving into my works as much as I've enjoyed smiling, crying, laughing, and fuming while writing them. You can learn a little bit about me here before getting started.

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