Lilacs Stories

I am a Small Town is a poem about literally being a small town. I was rather bored and decided to invest my time in creating this poem, I hope you enjoy it. If you have questions, comments or suggestions feel free to let me know! Thank you!!

So this book is going to become a oneshot book, specifically for Spn. Most of the oneshots will be xreaders, but I may have a few with an OC of mine, and some may be AU type oneshots.

🌼🌸🏳️‍⚧️The Lilacs aren't as vibrant and radiant as they were when he was young, he liked to think they only bloomed when he was in love. The Lilacs bloomed early, right after he met her; but she didn't believe in Lilacs.🏳️‍⚧️🌸🌼 🌼🌸🏳️‍⚧️The Lilacs weren't as pretty that night. He liked to think they only bloomed when he was in love. It's safe to say that she never realised the Lilacs bloomed.🏳️‍⚧️🌸🌼 🕷🐼💟 The Orchids weren't so... bright before she saw him. The delicacy of them increased when he touched her, when he held her. The Vanilla taste grew when she heard him say her name. She liked him, but did she love him?💟🐼🕷 🕷🐼💟Her Orchids were never the... accepting type. When they found about her love for cake they dried out. She tried to keep shining, but was it love without the desire to be more?💟🐼🕷

" My eyes met his, and he smiled. Everything came back to me. I remembered that beautiful summer that changed my life." Those days , 14 summers ago, gave so much to Moira. It even gave her love.

A spring-themed oneshot where two best friends finally confess the longing feelings they have for each other.

This story takes place in the 1940's. Its about a girl who is to beautiful for the world. When she was born Aphrodite came and said she was jealous. Aphrodite wants Emily's face because she wants to be the most beautiful. When born, Emily was told never to leave the house because if she did, Aphrodite would kill her and take her face.

(cover was borrowed from here: https://www.pinterest.com/ram1523/lavender-lilacs/) Wilted Lilacs, a short story about two old ladies and a colorful vase that connects them through their last few months together.

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)

Have you ever heard of the butterfly effect? You see, it's a metaphor and people use it to help explain the large consequences, caused by little changes. "the flutter of a butterflies wings on one side of the world, may have the power to create a hurricane on the other side." In this story, it's not a butterfly that causes a great change in two peoples lives. In this story, it's a blue bird, who made a single wrong flap of its wings, and nearly lost one. If it hadn't been for William, a 17 year old boy, who happened to be passing by just as the blue bird injured it's wing and picked her up. If it hadn't happened outside an old shoe shop, and if it hadn't been fore the old lady, who sent William to Celestine, a 17 year old girl. I wouldn't be here talking to you about the butterfly effect. ~*~

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.

A piece of sorrow.

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

A pair of worn boots appeared in his vision, followed by a voice laced with feigned innocence. "Well, that was unfortunate." Anthony's head snapped up, his glare locking onto the young woman standing before him. She was dressed plainly, her dark curls half-loosened from their ties, her face flushed as if she had been running for some time. "Unfortunate?" he echoed incredulously. "You nearly got me killed, and my horse-" He gestured toward the trees where the animal had vanished. "Gone! Thanks to you." The woman crossed her arms, unbothered. "Oh, forgive me, my lord, for daring to exist in your path. Had I known you and your beast were coming, I would have flung myself into the nearest ditch." Anthony scowled. "A tempting alternative, given the circumstances." She scoffed. "Perhaps if you controlled your horse better, this wouldn't have happened." "Perhaps if you had any sense in that head of yours, you wouldn't be darting out of the woods like a madwoman!" Their glares clashed, both too stubborn to yield. The silence between them was thick with unspoken challenges, neither willing to admit fault.

Beauty of nature has always fascinated me more than anything. I scribbled some of my thoughts as poetry . ( P.S. - poems are written in free verse)

6 years ago, Annabelle Pace ran away from her demons. 6 years later, Annabelle Pace found her self facing them. In doing so, she reunites herself with the one person she could never forget. The one person who buried those demons, until he couldn't. Forgiving, and Forgetting. Loving and Hating. Lilacs and Weeds.

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!