Meloncholy Stories

She was drawn to him - quiet, mysterious, impossibly handsome. He was everything she couldn't have. She loved him fiercely, endlessly, even when he rejected her. Years passed. Secrets were kept. Life tore them apart. But fate brought them back together. Now, the past casts its shadow between them, and the future hangs by a fragile thread. Between goodbye and again... can love survive the choices they never made, or the losses they can't undo? ⚠️ Spoiler Teaser She chased him while her mates chased their dreams. He left - and never came back. She gave birth. She survived alone. Years later, fate brings them face to face again. He wants to explain. She wants to forget. But some love never truly ends... even after regret, loss, and unforgivable silence. ❗This story has nothing to do with shipping or harrassment. It's just an imagination and a very interesting story to read😊. I'll be so excited if you love my stories and vote for me. Also don't forget to follow me for more stories..😊

1 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 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. ──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── ⟪ a c h i e v e m e n t s ⟫ 🥇 1st Place under "Best Blurb Award" in "The Hollowed Verse Awards" ⟪ 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 personal thoughts (out of 2.5k stories)

A Trace of Melancholy is a journey on how Kyla healed herself after a love that once left her empty. When someone new enters her life gently, she learns that loving again doesn't have to hurt, sometimes it can be soft, patient, and real. 🌿

This is a personal narrative that I chose to write about for school. It describes my thoughts and feelings during a specific portion of my life where my friends (at that time) betrayed me due to having a different set of beliefs.

I think I remember how to write

Nolan works on his own time, and travels everywhere. When he comes across a town that reminds him of the family that estranged him, he visits and finds a bookstore that's open 24/7. He finds people that he warms up to immediately.

do you ever feel happy being just a little bit sad? more of a diary than a fairytale

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

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.

She turns around, facing the male in front of her. Her eyes were dull, you couldn't see any shine in them, it was almost as if she was dead. That was all she ever wanted to be, all she ever wanted Was to die

Just some comfy night poems ✨️

Short stories make great stories. Do they make sense? I don't know.

Spencer Davis's life is that of absolute melancholy. Every guy she dates is an asshole, she has almost no friends, and she's considering throwing in the towel. But before that can happen, She wants some karma to be distributed, some apologies thrown at her, and she want's to learn something more about life. Both that it goes on and that she just has to be strong enough to see her story through to the end.

The pain is the cure, so if you want to heal, you must first suffer.

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

There's no good I offer except making people I love suffer and live in fear.

Its about a stuffed animal i gave to my girl

This is an epic story of a Teenager who feels sad but still puts a happy face on.