Goodolddays storie

These are my feelings. I'm not sure if they help you through anything at all, but just know someone else somewhere else feels what your feeling. I might not be that person, doesn't mean they're not there. Oh please do not use my work without permission. Thank you for reading this and the book if you eventually get there.

In this book I'll be posting all of the stories that I wrote as a young, innocent, horribly written child (with my current commentary, of course). Enjoy!

Not all love stories have happy endings , not everyone gets the happily ever after they deserve. People like me. I Emerald Night , will tell you my story , a story about how I found love. (in which a high school girl -Emerald- finds love and things only get better and worse from there.)

When my inner thoughts are put into words, these poems are what you will find. Take a dive into my head, tell me what you see...

A seventeen year old named Zahra Foster thought the year would be great, after all it always seems like that after new years, you get a new start. But growing up with five older brothers and a dad who still have that inner child in him you don't really expect much to change. All your hoping for is to find the house in a decent state, which doesn't happen often when they're around. How does this girl with an attitude handle all these boys. More importantly how does she handle not having them around anymore, being the youngest of the house while four of them attend university and the youngest brother setting off to join them in a year's time can be a depressing thought. And when you have so many traditions and habits you might lose more than yourself when changing one. This is an extremely rough book to read. Most of my books are, but this ones is my favorite so far. I hope you enjoy it. I'll try to update as much a possible. Don't forget to leave a comment or send a message of your thoughts on the book.

As being a nearly eighty year old woman, you come to life thinking about the inevitable, the end. I am lucky enough to still have the air in my lungs and the most treasured memories in my head that I have decided to write them in a memoir. Unlike life today, being a teen in the 50s had different outcomes to the wild and crazy life of young adults now. Everything was different...expect for one thing that we both have in common, life now and back then was a like rollercoaster, it only went up. And when you find the one you love, it sticks with you even until even now. Love is love, it can be painful but it can be cherished. That's life I'm afraid and even all these years later, it still hasn't changed.

"Were you any good?" "Well yeah I'm the one holding the ball ain't I!" Said grandpa as we were looking at his high school basketball team yearbook photo. Grandpa was always one of those guys that could tell a story like it happened yesterday. He also had the best jokes... He would laugh at his own jokes also but, I couldn't blame him because I laughed at them too.

This is a collection of my hidden thoughts all put into poetry and short stories. This is another side of me that you never get to see. All my heart aches, happiness, feelings all put into one. I also included some poems I've written for the past 2 years and this book has a special place in my heart.

Remember the old anon days? No? Well, sit back and let Pewds tell you about it. [++ thoughts about anons in general] COPYRIGHT: © PewDiePle 2016 || Wattpad

⚠️TW⚠️ Suicide, death, abuse, self-harming, drugs, alcohol Please do not report this as it is based of stuff that has happened and it isn't nice. There will be a lot of self-harming and abuse. Most chapters will have ⚠️TW⚠️ before I start just to warn you. Please dont report.

It is a nostalgic take on sunday A new cover has been made by @-kiwiloves- . Go and visit his/her graphic shop and get your cover made . © All rights reserved

Why living in the past sucks and how to get over those days where melancholy and daydreaming about the good ol' days froze us in time. From a former 24/7 nostalgic babe

I remember times when we talked for the pure joy of talking to each other. We shared, laughed and cried. We spoke of anything our hearts desired. Mostly it was pure spontaneity, spoken raw. It's lead us to the uncharted and in this uncharted we were discoverers of each other. Those were beautiful days and my heart still brightens in recollection. Continues...

It was in the late spring of 1999 when Mum decided to get rid of the old Hillman Avenger parked in front of the building containing our small flat. The kids in the hood used to call it The Four-wheel Flat for obvious reasons.

This is going to be a story about me and my life. I know it might not be very interesting to many people but there are some people that may like this. I am going to be using fake names for the people I will be writing about but everything else will be very real. I am using fake names so that the people I care about the most don't get mad at me for sharing my story with them in it and people will never know who we really are unless they really know us personally.

Stories from when Thor and Loki were just kids, and what life was like while they were growing up. Oh, and this is about their relationship as BROTHERS... not whatever the hell kinda smut you may be thinking of.

We are always used to associate 'form' and 'sight' together. Digging deeper into the mysteries of life , we realize that true sight of life and its abstract beauty originates within our own Divine selves through our mental and spiritual sights. Nature is God's marvel which has come from this spiritual sight.

These were the good old days, we look back at now, smiling at the tears and crying at the laughs. They were the days we saved our childhood in, memories stuck in the past, embedded into the heart and deep within the soul. little did we know we were building memories, all we knew was we were having fun, it was when they became memories only did we know...

really nothing to see here to be honest. This Is some story about me, a total weirdo and antisocial kid...gets through her life. So if your interested in this trash I call "Life" then sit back and and enjoy...