Griefs Stories

Emma is a simple cute little girl. What happens when Cameron Dallas adopted her will she get hurt like all her other homes.Or will she stay and live her life.

Citadel of the Paramount

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A little bit about the story So this girl name Riley Nicole is a gang leader and she is going off to college and she soon finds out that her revivals goes to the same college. Riley and Nathaniel share a secret and they are "battling "each other. But that secret is trying to get in between there gangs. The question is are they going to let the secret win? Or Are they going to fight it? Read the book to find out which one they choose. @Copyrights Hailie McNutt-Jackson

Tells us how to live life through though times,in griefs and sorrows. How to enjoy happy moments in life which flits by.

Just a bunch of short stories I wrote this school year. Will be published more often when school starts up again in September.

The garden woke in it usual fashion, shining and singing their joyous glee, when their happiness is halted by a envelope and a pretty maiden with a lacy coat....

Today again, I saw her, sitting in the library flicking through pages, relating herself with some dead pages, relating herself with some dead realities. Holding loneliness as a beauty, she shone as a star in its stage! to shudder! to break! Her eyes sunk in despair held me to love The world around cheered but she was far...so far for this world to reach! Lost in the griefs of beautifier, love! Well a second chance in love...where the world looks for someone else to help them out of griefs there's Nicholas who brings Alexis a chance...a chance only she can bring if willing..so let's see how do this healing goes.! It's a short story but I promise it's worth one's time and emotions. Hope you enjoy.!

On January 19th my heart horse died. I watched the life leave her earthly body. I miss her more every day but I've learned how to cope with the pain. It doesn't mean I love or miss her any less. It just means my heart got stronger. I hope yours does too.🤍

Who suggested you to go early in the morning, To walk by yourself with no one to the grief market. It was my decision, and I had to take the port of Memories of the poets whom stepped in before I did. The sailor took us on the river of tears, that was Made by lovers weeping about being separated for ever. My tears were dropping and burning my cheeks, Just because I smelled my beloved Baghdad scents. The policeman wondered why the name of Iraq Was written in red color, I answered him it's my blood. Since no one believed that I am Iraqi and my writing Was based from my diary of grief, of living in Montreal. I finally got to the grief market, where my heart My wounded soul of watching sad and terrifying images. I drain the water, that recalled me of the same Boiling water that my grandpa used to drunk with his wine. The tailor we don't have your size of a suit of joys, Instead, we have a suit of sorrows, that appear you martyr. The chef in restaurant offered me some free meals, I refused to eat and said that I'm fasting until the grief market, Change into the joys market, where I can buy my Grave without the attention of my friends whom would miss me Again ... Again. 1/03/2015

A story of a beloved sister-one day, she was smiling, passing down a plate of home-cooked dolma, her warmth filling the room like sunlight. The next, she was gone in a blink, as if the universe exhaled and took her with it. In that second, the sky split open, unleashing a storm of sorrow so dark it swallowed everything. The world shattered. And in the ruins, began a soul's aching journey-grieving, searching, wandering toward eternity, trying to find the half that was lost.

Hi I'm Hayes Grier..... ..........I'm nineteen. I have a beautiful girlfriend who is also nineteen. Her name is Megan Rose Quinn. I love her. Read about my life with my crazy family and her crazy family. Read this amazing book everyone. Pretend he is older in this series! ~lizcafetea

A love story of Ken and Haru. It wasn't a love born of fairy tales, but of quiet mornings and late-night silences, of broken promises carefully mended, hands held through grief, and hearts that always found their way back to each other-again and again, until the end. This is a tale of two souls walking through joy and sorrow, distance and reunion-bound not by perfection, but by the choice to stay.