Lamppost Stories

In a park filled with flickering streetlights and moving shadows, Aravind encounters a voice and a shadow that capture his heart. But before he can meet the girl behind the shadow, she vanishes. Drawn by a desire to find her, Aravind embarks on an emotional journey that blends fleeting encounters, longing, and moments of self-reflection. Will he ever meet the girl behind the shadow, or is she destined to remain just a beautiful memory?

I ran, I ran fast. Faster than i ever did, but from what is the question. I didn't know. I was just running, hoping to make it in time, i didn't know where i was going or when i had to be there. I just knew i had to get there fast. My feet were sore from all the running and i started to slow down. It wasn't before I slowed down i could feel the cold embrace my bare legs, but not in a good way, no, my feet were numb and sore and i turned my head and looked down

-A short poem about seduction-

I ran into a lamppost. Yep - face on. Into a lamppost. As soon as my face came into contact with the metal, I felt a body wrapped around me but it was too late - my nose was already broken. Immediately I started crying, along with blood gushing out of my nose. Romeo pulled out a packet of tissues he had in his pocket for me (since he had a cold), and applied them to my nose. Brooklyn was comforting me and ringing my mum. Brooklyn was stroking my hair and cradling me in his arms "Ok... what about you, what are you going to do?" I asked him "I will walk back with Romeo" "I want you to come! Please!" I pleaded "I would but I have the boys, shh you will hurt your nose if you talk baby" Brooklyn hushed DID HE JUST CALL ME BABY?! "Oi, Brooklyn, just because I'm crying it doesn't mean Im a baby!" I snapped "I didn't mean it like that, I meant it the other way you div" He laughed "Oh" was all I could get out - the pain was getting worse and the bleeding hadn't fully stopped yet. Oh and Brooklyn Beckham just called me baby. ---- Lauren and Brooklyn fall in love in the weirdest way possible- by walking into a lamppost. It starts with Lauren moving to London after winning the lottery. Will Brooklyn's friends get in the way of their relationship? "You're too beautiful Lauren" Ranked #14 in Brooklyn Beckham fanfic (completed) All idea's are mine and I worked hard to come up with them so PLEASE DONT STEAL! :) -STORY COMPLETED-

Now Dave has gotten amnesia! But instead of trying to get him back, Matilda has other ideas! Find out what happens in Dave, Amnesia and a Lamppost! Although mature is off, I would recommend that children under ten do not read this.

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Would you let the odds dictate your fate? Can true love really conquer all? A novel for the short story "Lamp Post". This should've been the synopsis but since the story is still on-going, I'd rather write it as soon as the novel is finished. But for your curious minds, you could read the short story here: http://www.wattpad.com/story/3444605-lamp-post Since this is going to be my first long story, I'd really appreciate honest feedback/comments/suggestions. Thank you!

Ever read a story from the pov of inanimate objects? Well if you haven't, now's your chance... Because the rotting lemon behind Sarada's fridge is catching every conversation she has with Boruto. Is this the weirdest thing I have ever written? Yes. Was it fun? Yes. Read it and enjoy~ Requested nouns: Lemon (citrus). Lamp post.

Beauty is combined with innocence. But is it not important to safeguard that innocence? Life is beautiful as we rightly say. But life never means the same thing for every individual. Comfort and luxury are a facility for some. For many others they seem to be far off. Freedom is the most essential thing you crave, and very few are lucky enough to beget it. When one person bows to darkness and compromises a million lives, the time is ripe to watch your backs.

In an attempt to create a better version of human, a group of scientist created another version, but not necessarily better. This new form of people were called Solars. They needed no food or water, and they could not sleep on their own accord. They could feel no decrease in energy, making them the best workers, but they still needed rest. When people were asked to take in some Solars, and "recharge" them at night, people were disgusted. The scientists wanted desperately for them to be taken in by society, but the people were not willing. Coming up with another plan, they modified the Solars to only be able to move when a source of electricity was running. They were not going to be of much use inside, so they were stationed outside. The general public still did not like the idea of these new humans, so the scientists thought of away that they would not be seen often. Each Solar was assigned a lamppost, and would only be able to move when the light was on.

Two teens go for a walk in the night

A grumpy lamp post judges everyone.

Timothy Tumbleweed was no ordinary boy-though he would have told you otherwise. He was small for his age, wore shoes that always seemed two sizes too big, and had a habit of carrying a notebook everywhere, in which he recorded the "things that don't add up." One afternoon, while waiting for the bus that never came, Timothy noticed a lamppost at the corner flickering oddly. Instead of blinking off and on like a normal bulb, it was spelling words: "C-O-M-E I-N."

short story • It might've been her hair. Or the dimples. Or the eyes which colours i didn't know. It could've been her body. But there was not much. I'd still love her anyway. • It was her.

The most cliché (Y/n) Wattpad Story you'll ever read-- with a twist! If you're looking for a book that's worth reading-- don't come here. Please. *Warning: Very Cliché.* FANART IS NOT MINE!