Meloncholy Stories

Had she known him for two weeks, two months, or two lifetimes? It didn't matter, because when Wednesday saw Tyler again, it was as if no time had passed.

We met in a coffee shop and just... clicked. Portland is known for it's cloudy skies, for Powell's books, and Voodoo donuts. Portland is weird, but then again so is Arabella. There are strange little coffee shops owned by strange little old women. Weird little streets and odd old buildings. In Arabella's opinion there are scary old bridges and trolley cars everywhere. Portland is the city of trees, you can find them anywhere you look. It's the city of Doc Marten and Birkenstock wearers (far before it was cool), of craft beer, and kombucha. Arabella's favorite thing about Portland though, is one of those strange little coffee shops, because that's where she met the love of her life, and if you were to ask him, he'd say she saved him. *** !Mature content ahead! 18+ !Also very cute content ahead! Anyways I'll shut up enjoy! - clara xx

A knight and his squire sit at a campfire when people start to come trickling in for warmth or for refuge?

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.

Romance " The end of a rainbow is boundless and more than a rainbow is us, but more than a rainbow for me is freedom from you."

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

Dream and George have been thinking of meeting up along with the rest of the members! But disaster struck! Will they still be able to have a lovely time like they wanted? Read to find out (Also the photo is not mine, please comment if you know who it belongs to I'll credit them)

A small anthology of poems I've written. I will be uploading 5 per small anthology (I plan to make a few more) and I'll be adding the poems within the next few days.

First short story

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.

These are all the unsaid things I wish I had said. They hold the unsent letters, the longing of heart and the burden of bottled-up feelings. So when you want to feel a little less lonely, read these- to know that you are not alone, there are people like us who suffer everyday from the weight of unsaid things.

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

The title of this series of prose offers the phrase best fitting -said by Oscar Wilde- . To try however, the chapters put together within this section detail a cohesion; cohesion far too complex to truly be concise. If you, like me, absolutely despise how modern society has lost its expression in the goal to become concise and necessary, then I believe there may just be a chance that you could enjoy that which is this story, and that of which you fail to comprehend.

poems that don't need their own stories, so they'll be grouped together.

Voice of Sufferings

Two dogs barking, are they free, or is it a lie. A Rebel Robin poetry collection, updated live with raw emotions, just like that worm I ate.

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

poetry

the tale of a sad catholic boy and his infatuation with a quiet, but effervescent poet.