Lonesome Stories

Zara has always felt like an outsider in her family, retreating to her attic room to escape their indifference. But when a tragic accident forces her to confront her past, she discovers a shocking truth about herself-she's immortal. Navigating centuries of loneliness, Zara learns love might be the only thing to heal a broken heart. Will she find the courage to embrace life and love again, or will she remain a prisoner of her fears forever?

The flower language for Daffodils are Respect, Regard, You're the Only One, The Sun is Always Shining when I'm with You and.... Unrequited love. And as you can see this is about my unrequited love for someone...

Lady Lucy and the love of her life ~ a poem ~

Poetry

A short story about a girl who is lost in her lovestruck thoughts.

A threat that conquers the evil, flourishes the poor and defends a nation is a two sided she - devil. "I apologise for my babble but life is too short not to." - No One Ever Okay, this is a simple, mushy, heartwarming poem that oozes with rainbows, flowers and unicorns but seriously, though I'm down for the real deep stuff so whatever you do prepare yourself to be bombarded by those 'feels'. It will be close to impossible to ignore and brush off. So, I wish you the best of luck and of course, enjoy every moment when it hits you like a truck...hahaha just teasing guys...much ❤

this is where I'm gonna keep a copy of my poetry while I collect poems for a bigger project in the future. I hope while I do so some people can enjoy these and possibly relate to them. I'd love if you left comments on them, i'll take and suggestions too if theres a certain thing you want to hear in a poem suggest it and I'll do my best to put it together<33 p.s some of these might just be quotes (a lot actually)

(Don't expect too much from this book. It's not the best and it's kind of twisty) She just wants to be normal. Isn't that what most people long for? Adaline Heart is a member of the Dawn Pack. She longs to be normal. But, everyone refuses to let her do so. "Slave." "Slut." "Worthless." She's unwanted. And she can't fix it. But, with her being 17, maybe, just maybe, her mate will fix everything.

Why always I get hurt?

everytime i sleep..i see myself in a mirror room , is this real or just a dream?

This is the second part to my last story about the mysterious new face. The story is mainly about the fear of falling for someone new and are unaware of their true intentions, but really the freedom of carelessly falling for that new face. Its all about trusting not only your gut, but the forces of the universe and hoping everything will work in your favor. This is one of my favorite pieces.

Lonesome poems are the best thing to find hope and freedom. It is where we can truly express our untold feelings. People might look up to you and see how perfect your life can be, the happy family you have, and that they think your only problem is not having one at all. But truth be told, behind those glimmering things, bright smiles, and fancy stuff lies a despondent individual who seeks help and consolation. As the famous saying goes, "You will never know the struggle of a person unless you walk into their shoes" and with that said, never compare yourself to the person you think has it all. It is okay to fall back, let out a cry, and have a breakdown. We are all human and that what you are feeling right now is valid. No one can invalidate someone's feelings for we have different phases, strengths, and weaknesses. Remember: You are a WARRIOR on your battlefield so continue to fight. Who knows, tomorrow we might finally see the rainbow we all have been looking for. These poems I have are the product of my lowest points in life. I hope I can give you all a hug and a console. 🥺

My hero Fanfic In progress What happened when Class 2-A gets a new little girl? What if this girl is is not so little read and find out.

Avra Loneza is a bounty hunter under the jurisdiction of the Royal Guard. She gets paid with every job she completes successfully, the king and queen see to that. She is still somehow confused with the idea of that she was framed for the death of the King and is now on the run with nothing to her name except her armor. Cover art is Avra, but I have no idea who drew it.

We have all had friends before. We all know the general formation of friends. The sad thing about friends is that they are other people. They can be selfish, controlling and diminishing. Even when they leave or you leave them, there's a part of them that lingers.

Just poems, simple, strong words that I choose to belive speak to the soul. Each one with a meaning (hopefully) and hopefully they inspire too.

A rare species, cursed upon arrival.

They knew me my whole life, and in just a single moment all of our memories and happy moments would be tinted blue with the color of sadness and loss. I'm left shattered.