Memorylane Stories

Zara's world is turned upside down when she discovers the man she married is a master of manipulation. Heartbroken, Zara is unexpectedly reunited with Ahmad, her senior who made her school days a living hell. But the Ahmad she meets now is different from the boy she hated. His piercing gaze, chiseled features, and rogue masculine aura leave her breathless. Every encounter with him sets her heart racing, and she finds herself drawn to him like a magnet. But there's a catch - he's sworn off relationships, and his walls are higher than she anticipated. Can Zara break down his defenses and capture his heart, or will their love remain forever out of reach? ......the one who hurts you can also be the one who heals you.

She doesn't hate herself... she just doesn't know how to love herself either. In a world where everyone seems confident, loud, and sure of who they are, she feels like a blur-someone people look past without noticing. After going through things she never talks about, she starts to question everything-her worth, her voice, even her own reflection. She craves something so simple, yet so rare-someone to look at her and say, "You're enough. You're pretty. You matter." But what happens when the only validation she's searching for... slowly starts to break her even more? She doesn't want grand gestures or perfect love. She just wants someone who looks at her-really looks-and tells her she's pretty without her having to ask.

Cover work by @RadEmpoleon! (Hey that's me!) Ever since I discovered the Pokémon franchise over 10 years ago, I have always loved it. And I've got a lot to say about it. Here is where I will dump all of that. (AND OTHER CRINGY BIO THINGS) Featuring (from most likely to least likely): -random updates -memories from the games -top 10 lists -requests (if I get any) -recoloring shinies -competitive sets -shiny hunting -art/OCs

Self discovery, reconnection, and healing

**An extremely short story written on the fly for a creative work submission!** A quick flashback to 20 years ago. It's a new millennium, the year 2000 to be exact, not that a young Stella cares much about it. A short day in the life of Stella and Stevie!

Remembrance of the past

Mental Prison Stories 18

These are emotions that stirred before dawn. Penned at the twilight's edge- When thoughts fade, And silence carries its rhythm. Each fragment holds a unique tempo, a distinct feeling, like scattered trails left by dreams that never lingered. They lack consistency- They throb with how I felt During that delicate moment when yesterday and tomorrow softly intersect. Not a tale. Not a melody. Just the echo of me, before the world could perceive it. This is my initial collection of poetry-each line contains a part of who I am. I sincerely hope it connects with you. I always welcome your readings, votes, comments, and feedback.

A collection of short stories, Jeffrey archer style, but don't get your hopes high, these were written 2 years ago :)

A teenage girl is haunted by the divorce of parents. She starts a new life in a new town and meets an interesting character.

It isn't just a story. It's a love letter to Theatre thanking her for 20 wonderful years and letting her know I am not going anywhere. I am sharing this with tears in my eyes.

I couldn't sleep the other night thinking back on old good memories and thought I'd share one.

a collection of poems about all the difficulties and lovely little things that come with loving someone. a mix of poems from my own seven day prompt challenge along with other people's lists (including @celestialtruce's & @ascrittoran's on instagram).

Where does the thin line between love and hate meet? If there is such a thing as a happy ending, there also is this feeling of longing with a tinge of regret.

His eyes were cold and lifeless as he stared at me. "You have no idea who I am, do you?"

"Death needs not concern us , when we exist death does not and when death exist we do not" that was her belief until she faced death itself ...... Being in a tragic accident Anna struggles to arrange her thoughts in the last 10 minutes of her life. Every minute telling a new story , every minute unfolding a new truth , every minute summing up her 18 years of life. Struggling between life and death she chooses to sleep peacefully in the warm arms of her memories with a smile of contentment on her face knowing she lived life to the fullest.

No matter what happens there are some memories that cant be replaced, well memories are not meant to be replaced!! Every soul will taste death and every memory will once be remembered. 'I knew that looking back on the tears would make me laugh but I never knew that looking back on the laughs would bring tears'- Me (A/n)》 some of the lines are inspired from my fav stories and i tried to use them in a good manner with no intention of copyright and my poems implies on random he's and she's. ------------------------------- RANKINGS= (these will be the memory that wont hurt. Ever.) -ranked #64 on 25.03.17 -ranked #75 on 6.03.17 -ranked #86 on 3.03.17 -ranked #235 on 25.03.17 -ranked #249 on 23.02.17 -ranked #333 on 15.02.17 -ranked #424 on 14.02.17 -ranked #605 on 13.02.17 -ranked #645 on 12.02.17 - ranked#717 on 10.02.17 Copyright © Afnanrahman 2017

I woke up in a dark void with no idea how I got there, and even though I was scared, I made my way through each door that appeared before me. I only knew that a dark figure guided me through each obstacle and that made me feel safe. I didn't know that this test was to help me determine my own fate in life. It was just the beginning of my end. This is my journey and my decision.