Happysad Geschichten

This is the online version of Rosalina's story, complete with HD pictures and her storybook theme from the game that you can listen to while reading. There's nothing more to it, enjoy! 🌟 🌌❤️ *I do not own any of the characters, the book is from Super Mario Galaxy and owned by Nintendo

Valintine meets this cute boy named coden and instantly falls in love with him with they be together or will someone get in the way

Dancing with your Ghost a ghostbird one shot One shot of Sang, her boys, and her family ᴵ ˢᵗᵃʸ ᵘᵖ ᵃˡˡ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ, ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐʸˢᵉˡᶠ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵃˡʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ᴮᵃᵇʸ, ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʰᵃʳᵈᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᴵ ᵖᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵒʳᵈ ᵒⁿ, ʷᵃⁱᵗ 'ᵗⁱˡ ᴵ ʰᵉᵃʳ ᵒᵘʳ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ᴱᵛᵉʳʸ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ, ᴵ'ᵐ ᵈᵃⁿᶜⁱⁿᵍ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵍʰᵒˢᵗ ᴱᵛᵉʳʸ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ, ᴵ'ᵐ ᵈᵃⁿᶜⁱⁿᵍ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵍʰᵒˢᵗ

mental breakdown

"Do you trust me?" Luke would laugh if it weren't for the seriousness of the situation. He didn't trust anyone more than K. He nodded immediately, bringing his own hand up to place atop K's on his cheek. "Of course." K blushed, gripping Luke's hand harder. "Then trust me when I say that we will leave this place and live happily. We're going to get a mansion, remember, Lu?" Luke giggled in response, K grinning back. "And a big garden, with lots of flowers." "And the most beautiful butterflies." Luke nuzzled his cheek into K's palm. "We'll help lots of people, right?" K nodded. "You and I- we're going to be something great in the future. That," he nudged his forehead with his own, eyes boring into Luke's. "I promise you." And as K closed the little space they had between them, the promise rang in their heads, giving both boys hope that they would indeed have their happy ending. ••• So here it is: Luke's story! Get ready for a lot of anguish, and a lot of answers. I hope you guys like it :) this is a tribute to him, the Tempest series, and Meg for being so sweet and including my boy in these amazing books.

Lina George was dying. So she knew that life was too short to let a good book go unread, too short to wear ugly shoes just because they're comfortable, and too short to not say exactly how you feel. What she didn't know was that her plans for spending the rest of her time were about to change when someone new entered her life.

He was cold.distant. I knew i was losing him.but i had to try.one last time.just for HIM.

i have never made a fanfic in my life i will hopefully make a new chapter every weekend

Future says: Nothing stays!

Poetry, prose, and short stories of fantasy and romance and sadness and anything else that happens to get written down.

Just a pov poem about how we survive..

You must have come across tons of stories with the pretty girl and the bad boy. Or the shy girl and the college heartthrob. Or something on similar lines. This one's a tad bit different. This one is about a thirteen year old who is about to enter high school. She is extremely brainy but ugly looking. Well, at least in her mind, she is. And no, there is no Prince Charming coming to the rescue in this one. She is all on her own. Or is she? Read on if you wish to peak into the lives of the people who do not turn heads when they enter a room. How they gradually learn about the vices of the world which values beauty above anything else, and yet they manage to find their own worth. It's a happy sad read which I hope also makes the rational mind think and contemplate. Happy Reading Fellas!

Two people hidden behind a mask...then something happens. Please give it a shot its a short story and complete. Also each paragraph alters between the girl and boy just incase you guys are confused.

A short story-poem I wrote about a little boy and a house (to put it simply). I've heard the term 'a love letter to life', and I would like to think it's like that. It speaks of life, love (in its many forms), loss, and the inevitable passing of time, and how maybe we need not fear it. Do you ever think about what's real and what's not? Reality, I suppose, but also what lives inside our heads; from imaginary childhood friends to the strange thing that is 'life'. Anyway, I think it can be whatever you want it to be; there is no singular label or tag to define poetry, just as there is no linear definition of 'love', though society sometimes seems to think so. But I shall deposit this poem into the world and hope just one other person can find as much joy in it as I have :)

Era la semana antes de la competencia de baile clásico en la secundaria "Françoise Dupoin ", todos estaban emocionados, todos excepto un rubio de ojos esmeralda al cual habían seleccionado para ser uno de los bailarines en representación a la secundaria. Este era Adrien Agreste, el chico mas popular de la clase, en ese momento el se encontraba muy preocupado ya que el nunca en su vida había aprendido a bailar. Todas sus penas se disuelven cuando un día al salir de las clases escucha una suave melodía la cual reconoce al instante como "NUNCA VOLVERAS LYRIC CALI Y EL DANDIE", esta melodía provenía del salón de música, a paso apresurado llego a la puerta de dicho salón. En ese momento la curiosidad pudo más que su cordura, siguiendo sus instintos felinos decidió curiosear asomándose por un pequeño orificio en la pared; sus pupilas se dilataron, su respiración ceso y su pulso se detuvo al ver que del otro lado de la puerta se encontraba su compañera Marinette bailando EL VALS de los tiempos medievales haciendo pasos tan frágiles, tan increíbles, tan sincronizados y tan perfectos. Cuando la música ceso el se tomo la libertad de entrar por esa puerta aplaudiendo para demostrarle cuan magníficos habían sido sus pasos hace unos instantes. Con ayuda de su amiga podrá aprender los pasos del amor. BUENO DISFRUTEN ESTA NUEVA HISTORIA. PD: LA HISTORIA PUEDE QUE CONTENGA UN POCO DE MARICHAT PERO LA IDEA CENTRAL ES ADRIENETTE. 100% ORIGINAL (PROHIBIDO PLAGIO)

Poetry. Nothing else... I guess?

Completed ✔ [Unedited] 《'Please stop me..'》 "I'm sorry.." i say as i turn away from him with tears on my cheeks. ••• "Fine. Just go."he says then stops. 《'No oppa! Stop! Don't say it I don't mean it!'》 ••• 《'Then why are you replying to her kiss?'》 "Then what?! You want to say that you two are actually not kissing each other but only make out?!" Anger start to feel my body and i just let it be. Suddenly i feel a very hard slap on my cheek. 《'Finally..'》 "Did you.. just slap me..?" I ask him disbelief. I know that this is what i want but still, i feel surprise. ••• A short story about Vixx Ken (Fanfiction) Having Ken as your boyfriend is your dream that you always want to achieve. But what happen until you are the one who want to break the tie between you and him? Read to find out? 🌹🌹🌹 Please bear with me if there are too many grammar errors, typo, wrong spelling or else. 🙇 Published - 20 December 2017 Completed - 10 January 2018 차가운 밤에 Ranked: [26/03/19] #59 in VixxKen #190 in Starlight [26/04/19] #18 in VixxKen #125 in Starlight

If you can imagine a flowery smile, you would be thinking of her.

Theme of the book: Ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine BUT ITS NOT REAL, AND YOU DON'T EXIST, AND I CAN'T RECALL THE LAST TIME I WAS KISSED, IT HITS ME IN THE CAR AND IT FEELS LIKE THE END OF A MOVIE I'VE SEEN BEFORE Just writing this for fun. I reccomend yall better listen to the song while reading, play it on loop and enjoy the one shot. Thank you!! Have a nice day!!!