Истории Lilacs

One flower garden. One allergy prone, whiny sixteen year-old boy. Things are bound to not go well. When Will is forced to take his grandma to the Lilac Gardens despite his allergies, he expects the day to be the worst in his life. That is, until he meets Erica, the sweet and pretty girl working at the lilac stand. Maybe things won't go as bad as Will thought.

It was dark, but his mother made him the sun.

A florist meets a man who just wants flowers.

It will touch topics of anxiety, overthinking, trauma, hope, suicidal ideation and death. Authors note: don't read if any of those topics may affect you mentally. Some poems may get edited in the future just want a place to put my thoughts.

Just a short story I decided to write. It's about a dryad named... you guess it! LILAC! It's just a one timer thing! Enjoy anyways!

A girl is scared of the Lilacs not performing their magical show in the nighttime. This poem is a fantasized and beautiful tale on how the mother of the girl came & turned everything back to how it should have been and restored its magic! ( This was my gift to my own mother for the last Mother's Day)

Running through fields filled with lilacs,her pale feet blended with the flowers lavender color her white nightgown flowing into the night her laugh echoing through the stars,I loved her I always had but deep down I knew that I'd lose her

Lilacs have been a favourite of many like me... This is one story of the many that dictates to us the origin of the lilacs!!!❤️

A piece of sorrow.

The Purple Man was always insane.

Willow James is a talented artist who hides her terminal illness behind brushstrokes and fleeting smiles. When she meets Jonah, a quiet bookstore owner with a heart still scarred by the death of his brother, an unexpected love blossoms. As their bond deepens, Clara struggles with the decision to tell Jonah the truth. Their love story unfolds slowly, tenderly, tragically.. until the lilacs bloom one last time.

In the tribe there's the flame or the ice..... don't let the flame melt you..... don't let the ice wither you..... Cover by; Arizona no one else is allowed to touch this but ARIZOOOONAA. this will soon be morphed into the monthly command game we all know and love.

My third poem, and one of my personal favorites.

a collection of short stories inspired by the 1975 and their music.

Maybe Miho liked him, and maybe she didn't.

Food for the mind and soul, expressive poetry on my personal opinions.

trigger warnings: disordered eating, body image issues, abusive. toxic speech. i'm super open to brutal criticism. i just randomly wrote this while high, so tell me what you think. this is a work of fiction that i based on some of my insecurities. my mother is not this horrible, but she does impose her insecurities onto me. this is the first time i've tried fiction in a while and the first time i've made anything for the public eye. so take that into consideration, but be brutal.