Goodbyes cerita

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".

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

A collection of my poetry about losing my best friend

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

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.

A one shot.

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?

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.

To her, the only one and my shining sun!

[#4TH INSTALLMENT TO THE BUS BOY SERIES.] In which Kaila Martins struggles to say 'yes', Evie and Camden Barnes lose their six year old at a bus stop, and Leo Patcher attempts a confession.

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!)

❝ what if mamamoo suddenly disband ? ❞ © antaebiotics 2016 ✎ one shot ✎ written in eng ━ storyline and cover by antaebiotics credits to k-idolsedits from tumblr for the pic source of the book cover

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…

A surreal love story about a girl who's lover passes away without having the chance to say goodbye.

A last meeting between a boy and a girl before she goes off to college.

I can't stand on your lies Maybe this is the last, goodbye.

Ever been inlove with someone so close to you and yet, you couldnt confess your feelings to that someone?. Especially when you are helping that someone to win the heart of another?. Nia Sharma is a happy, beauitful, easy going girl who is gifted with beauitful voice and passion for singing, she's from a lower class family as well. luck struck and she's admitted into the richest and best high school in the whole of Mumbai with the help of her long time crush and best friend, Shaurya. Shaurya Mehra is a shy and quiet boy from a upper class family and the idol of DEL record label, living with his workaholic of a mother. He's never been shown much love and care. He found a friend in Nia right from the moment they met in childhood. They were fond of each other, discovering their passion for singing. Join them in their riveting journey through high school and their love story. A love that can stand the test of time!

I don't really talk and I don't open up to people. I express myself through my poetry. These poems are just a collection of my thoughts and my experiences. Each and every word contains a piece of my soul. I'm not sure why I am posting them on this website, but if you decide to read, enjoy.

Live in the present my aunt used to say. She used to tell me that the present is a precious thing and always live in the moment. And now I know why she said that.

She will die once and then live again. Get ready for she is coming.. NOTE: EXPECT A COMPLICATED PLOT TWIST.