Fleeting Stories

Fawnwillow was born into pain and hurt, yet she didn't know it. The only way she can express it is by hurting others. She lives her life the hardest way possible. This is her story.

"Ah, my dear, it seems that I have left you speechless with my presence. How fleeting." (Y/N) (L/N) had two best friends growing up, Shirasagi Chisato and Seta Kaoru. Between the two, it was Kaoru he was really close with. It made Chisato jealous at first, but she soon discovers that there was nothing she can do about it. Once (Y/N) learns that his two best friends are walking down the actress path, it made him realize that he doesn't have any talent himself, and tries to come up with ways to be amazing like them. Lucky for him, Kaoru will be there to lend him a helping hand. Will (Y/N) succeed in finding what he is good at, or fail trying? Disclaimer: I don't own Bandori. All rights go to their respective owners.

These are the fleeting thoughts I didn't let go, assembled into stanzas and lines.

Et ipsa scientia potestas est. ---- Knowledge itself is power.

Hello! Im new here so please dont bash me lol- I might hate my grammar though.... but ill still try to make it perfect

"Crying bones bleed love" is a poignant poetry book that delves into the depths of pain, love, and grief. The poems paint vivid imagery of desolate landscapes and haunting memories, where silence becomes a heavy presence, both suffocating and comforting. As the poems navigate human heartbreak, discovery of unexpected love, illuminating darkest moments.

Kino and Yuan's chance encounter sparks a profound friendship and unexpected emotions. Through shared moments of laughter and vulnerability, Kino learns that courage isn't just about pursuing dreams but also embracing connections along the way. Confronting unanswered questions later in life, Kino realizes that some bonds defy time, revealing that true courage resides in risking the heart for lasting connections.

A collection of poems, personal and full of raw emotion. By a 16 year old aspiring poet.

A poem about dying from autoimmune diseases and getting weaker as time goes by. Accepting the fact that death is waiting

Sometimes I'm hit with a touch of inspiration that breeds a fleeting thought. There is no rhyme or reason to these chapters, I just wish to write those thoughts down.

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Evanescent were my thoughts, Until the sight of you became manifested in my daydreams, And I find myself ambivalent~ thinking unrequited love renders me unwilling to let go, but knowing, with miserable rumination, that the heart only heals when I Move on

A heartfelt poem about two souls whose lives intertwine, only to part repeatedly, caught in a cycle of connection, longing, and loss.

A compilation of words strung together: a miracle, a trick, and a thought. I hope you like my poetry! -K.B.

fleet·ing /adj./ [ˈflēdiNG] lasting for a very short time. synonyms: brief, short-lived, momentary, transient, passing. antonyms: lasting, long-lived, perpetual, enduring, permanent. [X X X] The first time I saw him, he looked dangerous. And beautiful. Beautifully dangerous. The last time I saw him, I wasn't sure if he was even the same person anymore. (Semi-weekly updates) [X X X] Started: April 13, 2016 Finished: October 08, 2016