Forgetmenot Stories

Genevieve Anderson, the girl that had been left behind and forgotten. In a town where everybody knows everybody, meaning that no one goes unnoticed. Nobody just grabs a bag and leaves in the middle of the night, without someone seeing something. Nobody changes identity over night, and is suddenly left with the care of their father in her hands. Forgotten over night, Genevieve changes the person that everyone thought they knew. Gone was the girl that would smile and wave to everyone, was replaced by a girl that had a need for stealing and getting by every day. She had been left with the responsibility of an old ranch that was no longer in operation and the care of her father, who had been to war, and was suffering from additions like there was no tomorrow. Gone was the girl that depended on her big brothers to open the gate, replaced with a girl that worked long hours at the ranch, before she was sneaking out after midnight, to drive whatever cars her brothers had left behind. Except, one day, something happens and everything takes a turn for the worse. "I left you here, for 20 minuets, and you have already let him relapse?! I trusted you, for a second, and you backstabbed me?! I can't believe any of you anymore, because you are made of lies!" Holding on by a string, Genevieve isn't sure how much more she can take, especially when people appear from the past she thought she left behind, when she was 5 years old. Time moves on for a reason, doesn't it? "I told you to forget about it. It's in the past, and nobody has ever asked me to do what you are asking me to do. You are asking me to put away my boots and hat, and stand in front of people in heels and a puffy dress. That's not who I am, if you had stuck around to find out who I really am. " ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Started: 21.11.24 Finished: -

ආදරේ හරිම සන්කීර්න හැගීමක්. ඩේසි මල් පොකුරක් දෙනකොට දිලිසුනු තද දුබුරු ඇස් වල වගේම සන්ගීත ශාලාවෙදි මට මුන ගැහුනු රවුම් කන්නාඩි දාපු දිලිසෙන ඇස් වලත් ලියවිලා තිබ්බේ එකම හැගීමක්. ඒ, ආදරේ!

Kurt remembers meeting Blaine very vividly. After all, they only just met. Blaine also remembers meeting Kurt very vividly, but to him, it's been years since they met. Now, the two of them have to find ways to (re)connect and see where their relationship goes. This is an amnesia fanfic. The title is the biological name of the woodland forget-me-not flower. There are a lot of amnesia fanfics out there, but it made me think: what if there's a big possibility that the memories never come back? What if they never come back? That's what the story is about. This is not a story I've written. It's a story I like and decided to share with wattpad comunity. Originaly written in 2019. Story is finished.

"All I ask is that you don't forget me." Anakin Skywalker is dead. The galaxy is left reeling after Skywalker's sacrifice, trying to make sense and trying to overcome the grief. All except for one. A mysterious figure appears, who has no apparent interest in the recent tragedy and no connections with anyone. But somehow, he keeps getting tangled up in the remnants of the trio of the best heroes the galaxy had seen. Who is he? What secrets lie in his dark past? Has he come to harm or to heal? And why did he have to appear now of all times? ___ This a standalone Star Wars fanfic by the author Ecapé, and it'll be filled with a lot of angsty feels, a bunch of sadness and questions, and a good dose of mystery and budding joy. Hope you enjoy! Also, if you've seen any books from my "Sting of Time" series, this book is completely separate. It is set in a totally different timeline and is not related in any way. Just to clear things up :)

Her love once grew flowers. They could never be sustained for more than a few weeks, but she did it over and over again, each time promising that they would last longer. Why? I know not, but perhaps she enjoyed the fleeting joy of life. And maybe she was right to do so. After all, love is a transient burst, a brief, burgeoning bloom, but nevertheless brief. Despite this, she chose to love, to find joy in her short years and give grace to another's. Her love was a flower, and she was the most beautiful inside out. But beauty is temporary, and time preys on flowers. What are the flowers for if they will eventually rot? What is the point of love if love is lost in the end? Why do they weep when they already knew their fate in life was to die and return to the ground? And do they forget? Do they choose to leave the pain and misery behind? Or do they remember, because memories are a harsh comfort. I do not know the answers to all this, but I hear whispers in the wind, and I hear the messages from the gods. I hear the songs from the stars, and they all speak of this tale from long ago. I shall try to deliver it to you, the reader, as best as I can. Here is the beautiful tragedy of Quirena Rochelle and her lover's flowers, told from her very own point of view.

Isolde Vale has been an orphan for six years. Her favorite saying? Rich orphans are still orphans. But riches don't last forever. Behind the lace gowns and polished manners, Isolde is barely holding her world together for her little sister, Eloise. When an invitation arrives for The Game, an annual, high-stakes competition hosted by the enigmatic Alexander Whitethorn, Isolde sees her chance. The prize? 500,000 silvers. Enough to save them both. The journey takes her across the sea to Silver, where she meets Tom, a charming stranger, an exquisite dancer, and, perhaps, an ally. Together, they step into a glittering world of illusion, danger, and whispered rules. But The Game is more than it seems. Allies turn into enemies. Reality blurs. And the moment you forget it's just a game... you've already lost. Will Isolde survive The Game, or will The Game claim her mind, her life, and everything she loves? "You must remember it's all a game. Forget, and it won't be." A dazzling and dangerous fantasy inspired by Enola Holmes and Stephanie Garber's Caraval.

I always waiting for you

Life is all about embracing the things that matter most to you and letting go of everything else. For Ananya Nanda, every new day is a treasure chest of riches, waiting to be claimed. For Vidhi Khurrana, life can only be lived by being focused and deciding what you want. For Dia Gandhi, friendship is freedom-- freedom from the self doubts and expectations that often torment humans. For Geet Juneja, everything is beautiful and kind, life is full of mysteries waiting to be solved. The four friends are as unlike each other as anything. The only thing they have in common is great friendship and affection for each other, the loyalty that they share. Like the Forget-Me-Nots, their friendship blossoms sweet and humble, and at times bold and fun-loving, and through the highs and lows, the thick and thin, they stick together. But friendship is good only while it lasts... or so it seems. While it is true that life is beautiful, it also plays games. And the people who are most important to us, have the most power of hurting us. When loyalty is overshadowed by secrets, trust broken by betrayal and friendship trying to hold the fragile bonds of the remnants of a disaster, only time can tell how much can survive-- how much can be forgotten. But fifteen years later, a single phone call changes all their lives, and the friends find themselves realizing how easy it is, after all, to Forget-Me-Not...

_ နီးစပ်မယ်ထင်ထားတဲ့ ဆက်ဆံရေးတွေက ဝေးကွာမှန်းမသိ ဝေးကွာလာတဲ့အခါ..... _ ဒီတစ်ခါဝေးကွာမှုက ထာဝရအတွက်လား ... တစ်နေ့နေ့ တစ်ချိန်ချိန်မှာ အကြောင်းအရာတစ်ခုခုနဲ့ ကျွန်တော်တို့ပြန်ဆုံနိုင်ကြဦးမလား ..... _ ဒီဝေးကွာခြင်းက ထာဝရအတွက်ဆိုရင်တော့ ကျွန်တော် ဒီဘဝမှာ ဆုတစ်ခုဘဲတောင်းချင်ပါတယ်.... _ ထာဝရအတွက်မှမဟုတ်ရင် ဘယ်တွေ့ဆုံခြင်း ဘယ်ချစ်ခြင်းကိုမှ ကျွန်တော်တို့မပိုင်ဆိုင်ပါရစေနဲ့ ........ AliceNicole ××××× _ နီးစပ္မယ္ထင္ထားတဲ့ ဆက္ဆံေရးေတြက ေဝးကြာမွန္းမသိ ေဝးကြာလာတဲ့အခါ..... _ ဒီတစ္ခါေဝးကြာမႈက ထာဝရအတြက္လား ... တစ္ေန႔ေန႔ တစ္ခ်ိန္ခ်ိန္မွာ အေၾကာင္းအရာတစ္ခုခုနဲ႔ oကြၽန္ေတာ္တို႔ျပန္ဆုံႏိုင္ၾကဦးမလား ..... _ ဒီေဝးကြာျခင္းက ထာဝရအတြက္ဆိုရင္ေတာ့ ကြၽန္ေတာ္ ဒီဘဝမွာ ဆုတစ္ခုဘဲေတာင္းခ်င္ပါတယ္.... _ ထာဝရအတြက္မွမဟုတ္ရင္ ဘယ္ေတြ႕ဆုံျခင္း ဘယ္ခ်စ္ျခင္းကိုမွ ကြၽန္ေတာ္

Irakashi is your typical high school student. He's a shut-in guy who doesn't really care much about anything except of course he's gaming life. There's nothing much else going on with his life which is how he likes it, simple. But unfortunately for him, a girl is about to change his "Perfect" life. Upon interacting with her, Irakashi starts having strange reoccurring dreams. -Original Art Cover Own By The Author of Forget Me Not, Kuroiro Sayo -Illustrated By SashaChii

សរសេរពីអត្តន័យផ្កា និង Story✨

It's a poem about not being able to forget the one you loved long ago. A poem where someone misses their ex-lover so much they can't express in any other way than a poem.

❝ th-that, that- ❞ ❝mmhm ~ let it out, sweetie. ❞ ❝ - JERK! ❞ ❝. . .ok, not what i meant. but sure, that works too. ❞

A Love Poem

Ash just woke up but she doesn't remember anything except the kids and the lie midnight told her she soon meets god the god of light and life who helps her regain her memory meanwhile things are not looking good for vex and the rest of the dream world and midnight found away into the real world on top of that she finds out a secret about her friend now at this point Ash doesn't trust anyone but god "Those backstabbers!" Sequel to "in your dreams" COMING SOON!

"If the whole world were to disappear, you were the one thing I would need to survive." "So why can't I remember you?" A woman who forgets and a man who is forgotten. A never ending cycle in which two lovers are ripped apart time, and time again. How far will they go in order to be whole again?

"He says he's coming after you" You'll be lucky if he leaves you alone Not Edited © Copyright 2014 | deansdestiny

"Cause when I'm kissin' you, my senses come alive Almost like the puzzle piece I've been trying to find Falls right into place, you're all that it takes My doubts fade away when I'm kissin' you" [Kissin U by Miranda Cosgrove] [All of the characters used in this story belong to Happy Elements]

Unforgettable. That was the only way Byun Baekhyun could describe that night. The twinkle in his eyes and the scent of aftershave melded with cologne. Park Chanyeol was not one to be forgotten. He wore a musky cologne, while Baekhyun stuck to a body mist that smelled of Forget-Me-Nots and cherry. Between their love, a shadow remained. It couldn't be.

Dreams are just thoughts and imaginations the mind creates when in sleep... or is it?