Meloncholy Stories

Han Seo-yeon has been on too many failed dates to count. Cheaters. Liars. Men who were already taken. At thirty, she's done believing love is meant for her. But everything changes the night she meets someone... different. Someone who listens. Someone who stays. Someone she can't quite understand. And for the first time she begins to feel something she thought she lost a long time ago. Some connections come quietly. But they leave louder than anything else.

──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 is a poetic memoir of becoming, an unfolding of myself, one fragile petal at a time. This collection traces my journey through the fragile and tangled years of teenagehood. Through each poem, you would get a glimpse of raw and unfiltered moments of love, heartbreak, loss, confusion and even hints of clarity. The title is more than just a name : it is a metaphor of growth and acceptance . Each year, each experience was a petal unfolding . Some were soft like teenage innocence while others were jagged, stained with blood, weathered by heartbreak and resilient in reaching. Some were glowing red under the eternal sunlight of euphoria while others were withered due to the droughts of insecurity and floods of pent up emotions . But together these roses compose the bouquet of my becoming. Now I offer this bouquet to you, dear reader, and hope you find petals of your own and embrace the garden you are meant to be. ──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝟒 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ⟪ h i g h e s t r a n k i n g s ⟫ #1 in poesia (out of 15k stories) #1 in spokenword (out of 4.57k stories) #1 in personalthoughts (out of 2.5k stories) #1 in personalexperience (out of 1.57k stories) #1 in freeverse (out of 7.74k stories)

Logline Some promises are meant to be kept forever; others are meant to be the bridge that carries you to the person you were always supposed to become. Synopsis At eighteen, the world was as small as a hair salon in Sibu and as vast as the Rajang River. Leong, a boy with shears and big dreams, tied a thin red string around the finger of the girl he loved, promising that no matter what the world said, they would remain connected. But the world is louder than a whisper between lovers. When her family demands a better future and a flight to Kuala Lumpur severs their physical connection, the red string begins to fray. Over the next seven years, their lives move in opposite, jagged directions. Leong remains in Sibu, trapped in a cycle of waiting, eventually trading his dreams for the grueling life of a Coway salesman to survive. Meanwhile, in the neon-lit shadows of the capital, she survives a toxic, "caged" love that nearly breaks her soul, only to be found by Ross, an older man whose quiet patience offers a different kind of tether. "Red String" is a decade-spanning journey through the heart of Malaysia-from the humid, slow-paced riverbanks of Sarawak to the relentless energy of KL. It is a story about the "ghosts" we carry in our wallets and the black threads we tie to our wrists to replace them. In the end, it asks the most difficult question of all: Can you truly love someone new while the original string still pulses under your sleeve? The Journey The Promise: A sweet, youthful vow under the cherry blossoms of Sibu. The Silence: Years of "unread" messages and the digital distance of the South China Sea. The Descent: A harrowing look at rock bottom, betrayal, and the struggle to breathe again. The Bloom: The slow, painful realization that moving on isn't a betrayal of the past-it's a requirement for the future. Key Quote "Some loves don't end. They just learn to sit quietly in the back seat while you drive toward the life you chose."

"Wish you were different from me so that 'we' could be a success"... Pranita, a 16 year old in her 11th grade, meets the transfer student Esther, a shy introverted girl to be her new classmate. They both were never meant to share the same roof as that was their fate written prior, but still tragically fall for each other. Would both the girls have a successful love story in a country filled with homophobia and racism with unsupportive parents?...

Every living creature is destined to create bonds with another. Whether willingly or not, sustaining or even destroying, no one may deny the call when it beckons. This is a collection of short stories about bonds that are created and destroyed.

Collection of my poetry (Edits to this collection will be ongoing)

Why? Why? Why? Why is this world so unforgiving? Why do people make promises they can't keep? Why does betrayal only come from people you trust? It's not fair .....

a beautiful world of 22nd century yet a heart breaking story of two boys

Over the course of the last year or so, I have written a collection of poetry. Some are better than others and it is clear that there has been improvement. Each chapter will be a single poem ranging from something as short as a haiku to however long a free verse is. You'll notice a consistent theme throughout the majority of the works, typically something regarding mental health, heartbreak, or love. I would like to add that some themes may make certain people uncomfortable with ideas ranging from SA to SH and such.

The devil has everything but it has nothing on the wings of angels

After the war, Cho is left alone. The years pass, but the memory of Cedric still lives within her - as pain, as light, and as all the time they once had together.

Greenberg is a town swallowed by fog, where secrets settle deeper than the cold. Rui Turner lives on the edges-quiet, precise, and never seen in daylight. Beckner Solace arrives looking for silence, and finds it in a house that breathes with something older, something waiting. They don't speak much. But in the quiet, things shift, tea shared at midnight, glances held too long, a rhythm slowly syncing between two lives. As fog thickens and shadows draw closer, Beckner begins to realize: not all monsters look like monsters. And not all danger knocks before entering.

Here's some shit poetry (It's both our book although Ve is more for poetry than me [Louise]) Tw: Mental health problems. That's what a lot of poetry is though.

I wort this after watching my sister look at herself in the mirror the same way I have before

Hey I don't know how to say this but..Im supposed to deliver your boyfriend! Do whatever you want to him he's all yours! He did come with an 'About me' paper, would you like you read it?/Rp

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here's a list of my regrets.

Caution: Very theatrical description. Not suitable for those who can't handle drama queens. Do you like you heart to be wrung in melancholy, broken by anguish and wistful for better days? Then you have come to the right place. Dive into my morose mind and discover the pensive pathos in its mazes...Beware of the gut-wrenching gloom that can possibly shroud your soul upon encountering the wayward words...Enter at your own risk!