Good-byes قصص

evelyn was just a normal girl in 2026 until this random pocketwatch.. the time stopped and boom.. no more airpods no more phones?? then she saw it „1984".

This is the compilation of different short stories of two people who started to fall in love, while as time changes and passes by, they ended up falling apart. #FallApart #CelinaShyfilia PS. The cover photo is not mine, credits to the rightful owner.

I turned only to widen my eyes in shock. Well HELLO! Just standing a couple of steps away from me was a very- no extremely good-looking guy. "Hi," I said softly and could feel my cheeks starting to turn red. "Let me introduce myself, I'm Barclay Batson- the best man." He took a step closer to me and leaned down to whisper in my ear, "And I believe that we have a tradition to uphold." Elspeth Arden is attending her cousin's wedding this summer as a bridesmaid- unwillingly of course. She's told by many of the other bridesmaids that it's the tradition to sleep with the best man. And that best man just happens to be Barclay- better known as Clay Batson. He's handsome, funny, and charming, but is determined to get through all of the bridesmaids just as tradition has promised. But what happens when Elspeth rejects him, when the tradition is broken, and Clay becomes insistent on getting her in bed? What happens when it turns into a bet and becomes a lot more complicated than need be? What happens when she says I do...not want your body?

My parents think I'm still a kid..nor I'm an adult.They think that I'm too young to move outside the city..but too old to behave like a kid.. I'm packing my bags... figuring out who I am...who I will be

To her, the only one and my shining sun!

Stories are long, goodbyes are sad, heartbreaks are painful, people are confusing and a group of teenagers slowly learn to deal with it.

Ask yourself one question. Do you know what it feels like to be different? Like really different, not just a little bit weird here and there, but full on unique? I'm not exactly talking about the good kind. Narissa-Nine Harrinson does. The dreaded memory of her 14 birthday changed her life forever, not only changing who she was but her whole outlook on life. Three years later a fatal car crash results in Narissa leaving everything she knew behind for a new start half way around the world. Away from the reminders of that night, of her diseased family, of her beloved friends. Of him. Of them. Now she has to figure out what its like to live away from everything she's ever known and coming to terms with what she's done and her secrets. And how better to do that, than moving in with a family with 13 sons? Remember, two can keep a secret, but only if one of them is dead.

Haylynn’s life was far from perfect. She couldn’t deal with the pain and did the one thing that would make her happy. She ended her life. But not before she wrote her suicide letter. Or should I say letters. Yup you heard right letters. She was never one know to be original. Seven letters she wrote. Seven letters that will forever change the life of six people. The six most important people in her life. Each of them never knew what was really going on in Haylynn’s life. Let’s just say Haylynn had some unfinished business with these six. For a dead girl, she has a lot to say…

Ang pinaka masakit na pamamaalam ay hindi pa sinasabi pero unti-unti mo ng nararamdaman.

Slate frantically ran up the stairs towards the observatory, looking around. "Mica?" Mica was also just as shaken. "Slate? What was that?" They asked. Their face was frightened as they stared at them. "I don't-" But they cut themselves off as they heard something... almost like whispering at first. But it was getting louder, and Slate realized it was the sound of whooshing air. But what was that bright, blue light in the sky? And why was it getting hotter all of a sudden? Slate suddenly gasped as a roar washed over them. They frantically looked up, seeing that the sky was too bright. Impossibly so. It lit up the entire night sky so much that they couldn't see the stars anymore. But then, it was gone. Slate stared in confusion and terror at the sky for a few seconds, as if they were waiting for the strange light to return, before they tilted their head back down and looked around frantically. Or The hatchling's launch day takes a turn no one could have expected (Please leave comments for me! This is my first fic, and I would love to hear what you think, so I can do better in the future! Criticism is accepted as long as it's constructive! Updates every day at 8 P.M until completion!)

Dedicated to my best friend, Yashira.

You are a 13 year old girl who just moved to Virginia. Your parents attended you to Lincoln Middle School and you meet this boy who catches your eyes. You hear people talk about him and you are determined to meet him and maybe fall in love with him? [COVER MADE BY jxureguiii]

Zara Rose is 16. Shes recently moved to California with her mum from Tennessee due to family issues. She left behind her two bestfriends Leah & Ella and her boyfriend Kyle. After being betrayed Zara makes the decision to move on, forget and start her new life with the help of her new friends. But will a new mysterous guy change her whole perspective and have her world turn upside down. Dear Diary, I don't know what it is that draws me to him... I feel like I'm suffocating in love.

Cherish your loved ones when they are still with you, a little late and you'll regret. ********************************************* #66 - Prayer (06/2021) #46 - goodbyes (06/2021) #207 - wish (06/2021) #2 - wishingmoon (06/2021)

The BAU of the FBI has its dream team. The team is basically family. But what happens when the dream team of the BAU all meet the Grim Reaper while out on a case. How will the others cope with the loss.

The end is almost here. Tony's already invented time-travel and has to make a decision. . . . Inbetween the scenes of what could have happened if Peter survived Infinity War

I know tomorrow's episode has Clara leave, but I wanted to write out my own own version of her departure.

A look. Just a taste. Spit out the memories of a past abusive relationship.