histórias de Gently

Labarin husna, labari mai cike da darussa masu dinbin yawa, labarine na kaddarar wata yarinya Wanda mahaifinta shine yakashe mahaifiyarta a sanadiyar haka tagudu tabar gidan Dan itama yana barazana da Tata rayuwar, da tafiyarta tagamu da iftilai kala kala Wanda daga karshe tayi aure, kaddara da zuciya tasata takashe mijinta, ayayinda ta kamashi da mai aikinta suna aikata alfasha a karshe kuma taga SAKAMAKON abin da ta aikata...........THE OUTCOME Kukarata Don jin cikakken bayanin labarin da ke #ilmantarwa #fadakarwa #tunatarwa #nidashantarwa. It's a story of Destiny were tears are going to be shed. Asha karatu lpia.

A-all a-about m-me

💫Every morning at 7:02, he walks into the café and orders the same cappuccino. Every morning, she makes it-without asking, without fail. They've never exchanged names. Only soft glances, shared silences, and the warmth of something unspoken. But when he suddenly stops showing up, the rhythm of her mornings changes. In the silence he leaves behind, she begins to wonder if routine ever meant something more... and what might happen and he finally walks back through the door with his own coffee in hand it might just be the start of something more than routine. . A quiet love story told in sips, glances, and the moments in between.

Vibe ! "All kinds of love have a no-strings-attached rhythm." This content (poems and quotes) was written by me. # When You're Young, Fall in attachment, Break Your Heart, and Break Down the Walls. Poems are a wind of emotions, that blows through the sky. Its colour is like a fragrance. We cannot see the fragrance in the air; only the sweetest aroma makes us sense the fragrance. We can see the painting in a poem. either for pain or peace. The art effect reminded me of a blood moon in times of pain, and I felt the art effect was like a blue moon in times of peace. If it stays It is love If it ends Its a love story And If it never begins It is poetry . . . . . . . # It is available in both Tamil (தமிழ்) and English. #quotes,poems. #PLATONIC Shades of my poetry fused with a touch of fire ignited to warm and burn. Copyright ©Rohini Raja,2022

This is a Never-Finish type of anthology; I will probably never publish it as a "finished" work and I will constantly be adding to it. This is poetry that just sort of happened. I hope you like it. :) Also, bold-italic font is an author's note.

Get rid of it. Original content.

the things that make us human

Heathers zodiacs

She hates him he hates her. But there hearts say something else. Ella sixteen still going through life is having hard time at home. From the disappearance of her dad to the murder of her aunt things have turned upside down. How can things get worse? She asks. Until her next door neighbor or enemy Leo comes home from France. They were at a long trip for a month. Having them was the worse thing that had to come. Leo charming tall six foot guy. The type to win hearts with a single look. He seems to love getting in Ella's personal space. He hates her but his heart is saying something else. Leo is a funny guy he play football and is known for either giving injuries or taking them. Will love bring the together or with hatred being them apart.

Holding on to my humanity

He didn't know he was being gentle with her; he thought he was the bad boyfriend, but she wrote him this letter to show him how kind and gentle he is with her.

In a world where mythical, supernatural species soundlessly spy on humans and hunt them down, lives a young woman who's oblivious to the consistent danger surrounding her. Every dark alleyway she passes, every person she talks to, every step she takes; is a risk. Yet in her mind, she lives in perfect harmony. He interrupted her peaceful mentality unintentionally, though finding it quite enjoyable, it becomes the opposite. Slowly, it turns to them liking each others' company, then to them seeking comfort from one another, then to feeling suffocated without the other. It'll last, until their very last breath. The feeling thriving by the day and the days are many for vampires, but it all has endings. They don't know when that will be. Might be vastly close, or it might be till the end of times. Together, they fight, and together, they'll stick as they die, continuously fighting even in their graves.

-just a short story about a dream I had the other night -talks about selfharm scars

Things That Stay Soft is a contemplative tapestry of poetic essays and quiet reflections that honor emotional gentleness in a world that demands hardness. Through intimate vignettes and gentle wisdom, each chapter invites readers to find sanctuary in the small: a steaming cup of tea, a handwritten note, a softly closed door. This book is a love letter to softness as strength, presence as protest, and the quiet resilience of those who choose warmth-even when the air turns cold.

A light-hearted story about Mei, the girl in the seaside town. I hope to make my readers feel calm and relaxed. Sometimes, due to the busyness of life, we forget the simple beauty in the ordinary.

just a collection of my feelings in short