Happysad Stories

Jem Wall was lonely. His parents were planning on getting a divorce and had sent him away to his aunt's until they 'figured things out'. He didn't have any friends he could talk to - no phone, no contacts... Just his aunt. However, he did have the mysterious boy he'd met in the rain one gloomy morning. DISCLAIMER: Cover image(s) is not mine, but I made the cover. A/N: Improving writer here, so constructive feedback is highly appreciated. Though I disapprove of hate, I would appreciate it if you told me when you do hate my story as long as you tell me WHY - so I can fix it.

Just a pov poem about how we survive..

let me ask you somthing. what if the end of our lives isn't the end? allow me to elaborate.

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

Having been born with a mark on her four arm people believe that Layna Nevelo is cursed. Having her father treat her as a slave and the village spit on her and turn her away Layna is forced to do everyone's will. The mark on her four arm will never come off so Layna has started to believe that is how her life will be lived until she is taken from the village and told she is not alone. That there are more people like her. People like her who could bring the world to its knees. So is she really cursed? Or blessed?

This is neither a story nor a bio but it'll move around the life of mine, pertaining to the situation what is happening will be here. Pertain - what's the meaning? I'm not a writer, I'm a student also a photographer @francisjfb. I'm a teacher in the school of Life.

Award of the Century Special shout-out to @xumillia for making the awesome cover

A sad, heart wrenching poem....

She writes those things which are too much overwhelming and She don't have the required courage to say them on their faces. She pours all her inner thoughts in it as for fuck sake she is a teenager and she knew if she will say it aloud she would be damned. She thinks no one understands her and that's what she wants- to remain a mystery. She is not silent she just speaks when she wants to...She is just she. {}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{} This book will be containing letters of a teenage girl who writes them to their parents, crush or even things like mobile-phone or seasons like rain...

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!

I'm at boxing :-D I had to run three miles so tired I fought a girl 15year old to me a 12 year old 4:00minutes total we were both tired but at the end I nocked her down by a punch she thought she was so going to kick my but so she brang all of her friends thinking she was all bad but she lost total by me I was so happy p.s. I will be making more books I hope you guys enjoyed :-D :-D :-D :-D

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.

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)

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 :)

"Let go, Yoongi..." "I-I can't. I still need you..." Cancer. It hunts. ...and it hurts. Yoongi and Luna, once sworn enemies, become closer than just mere "schoolmates" after a college group assignment forces the two to work together. But. Luna has a secret. She only has two months to live. Two. Months. Just when she opens up to her star-crossed lover, all systems fail. Her time is cut short: two weeks. Will Luna defy what the doctor's say? Or will she fall through the cracks? Will there be a miracle? Or will Yoongi have to bury his true love?

This is Adrein Agrersts story! Enjoy!

Poetry. Nothing else... I guess?

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