Misery قصص

[THI IS VERY STUPID ND IMPULSIVE, TRUST ME] __________ Paperwork, even a Demon Lord fears this unnecessary processed forest. Rimuru knows this too well. After all, her desk is usually 90% paper and 10% desk. So after some convincing from Shuna and Ciel, Rimuru finally decides to to take a one week break to Earth. Her subordinates, ofcourse will not allow their Empress to leave alone, so she choses her personal maid. Testarossa. . . . . . That singular week changed a lot between them. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓭𝓸 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓐 𝓛𝓞𝓣. __________ {Yes this is my first story.}

کورتە چیرۆکێکی ٣٢٦٣ وشەیی

Her past wasn't gentle let alone her present. From an orphan, to an ingenue, to an autonomous woman. Amidst chaos, her life was a complex mix of affliction, misery and bittersweet serendipity. .. The Rising Girls is a gripping mystery thriller that follows the story of Maimunah, an orphan who becomes embroiled in a life of hardship. As she navigates the dark tunnels of Dutse, a town that held secrets and she finds herself trapped in resilience to uncover the truth and determination to survive the shackles of oppression. ... "What is your name?". The tattered looking Captain asked Maimunah. With his yellow stained teeth and disheveled dirty brown hair that was yearning for a cut. Swiveling his slightly red eyes right into her eyes whilst she fidgeted with her hands. "She wouldn't say a word whatever we asked her". Liza glared at her and Maimunah realized that the woman wasn't much of a nice person after all. The man who Maimunah remembered was Zakari whispered into Captain's ear whilst Captain studied her for a moment, rendering her comfortless, and he smirked a bit. "Arewa, I will call you Arewa". ~~~ Highest Ranking: #1 Human Trafficking (19/04/) ••••• The Rising Girls. Written and published by: Kherdeeniasse.

When the heart bleeds and nothing can heal it, the only thing left to do is write. Thoughts are volatile, sometimes they are cruel and other times are kind, nevertheless both are needed. If the pain didn't exist no one would know what happiness feels like. This book of poems is the moments when just for a second dark is all that it is, so why not share and give it light, hopefully someone will feel identify with at least one poem. Not all the poem will be in a negative connotation, and the images I put will be from Pinterest.

This might turn out to be the realms of 'your' heart. To the martyred words.. HIGHEST RANKING- ! #20 IN POETRY. #237 in live out of 31.9 k stories #240 in free out of 39.1 k stories #22 in demise out of 370 stories #47 in feel out of 2.97k stories #25 in memoir out of 2.88k stories #99 in daily out of 4.3k stories #78 in misery out of 3.34k stories ( 16 may 2020) -Shifa

The white dahlia and the rose bush. Contains sensitive topics.

Aastha is surprised to see her uncle, who lives a lonely life away from them. He is one of the saddest and most lonely vampires she has ever seen. He rarely visits them and barely speaks a word. In her need to know him, she starts to follow him when he leaves her birthday party and comes face-to-face with one of his secrets. On the other side, Prayas has been in misery for years, punishing himself for the crime he thinks he committed. The woman he fell in love with is now old, while he is still a young man. It's not that she denied falling in love with him because of who he was, but because she hates him for what he did. The curiosity of Aastha towards her uncle's life brings his past in front of them, and slowly the truth is revealed, opening up all the secrets of his past life. Photo cover- Andras Stefuca from Pexels: https://www.pexels.com/photo/silhouette-of-man-with-umbrella-over-city-18003658/

Have you ever wondered if there's something in your life that happened unexpectedly, but it did? But what if you didn't expect it to happen and you don't even know why it did? Because words always have secrets, information is always incomplete, and rumors are always wrong. No one can tell the secret, no one knows the start and end of the story, no one knows about the misery that's been going on for decades.

How would you describe your heart? Is it Beautiful but dangerous or is it fragile yet innocent? All she ever wanted was love but instead she ended up with misery. Her life itself is a punishment. Forgotten Soul or what she is called is accused of a crime she somewhat didn't do. Or did she? She is trapped by a demonic creature who only wants to see her suffer. Can she ever escape from not just one night predator but from two distinct legendary creatures? The key is a rose but will she be ever in time to find it before it's too late? Careful for faces we see but hearts we will never know....

Just some lyrics I've been working on.

They say that TIME heals all wounds. Dongwoo doesn't agree with it. After the incident that happened two years ago that took away his girlfriend's life, the wounds still remain in his heart. Time - the mind, protecting it's sanity - covers them with some sear tissue and the pain lessens, but it is never gone. Then a girl came into his life. Like a sun rising from horizon for another day, she brought sunshine into his life once again. Will this girl be able to untie Dongwoo from his past? Let's all find out...

She died just like her mum, but in a horrible way . Her soul hasn't rested , she wanted revenge For her death . Everything her soul could connect with was destroyed except for her diary that was found by a teenager , a writer, Jessica. She could see her , she could hear Jane's voice at night . She swim to help avenge her death and seek for justice for her untimely death. The more Jessica digs into the matter , the more secret unveil it self .

A collection of tales I pen out of my misery......sounds quite morbid tbh. Cover by the lovely @OddlyLikeable :') <3 Be sure to check out their collection of beautiful book covers on their profile! :)

'Dreams didn't phase me at all anymore, because I was living my own little nightmare. Reality's very own nightmare'. When life throws everything availible at Steph, she's left with the task of getting back up when her parents knock her down. Will she accept defeat or keep fighting for freedom? Will she ever wake up from Reality's Nightmare?

A collection of dated thoughts, unfinished conversations, cryptic poems, and quiet confessions. No protagonist. No conclusion. Only a mind leaving traces behind, one entry at a time. Welcome to the garden. Please leave as quietly as you arrived.

"Before I answer all your questions, if I still have opportunity to answer those, let me please start this letter from the very beginning I saw you in that red dress." ~His side, Letter for my Unspoken Love Some stories stay us memories. Some are good, some are traggic. But there were some that stay as a secret, stay as unspoken forever unless if revealed. This is his side of the story. -ladyseraph

Childhood is foreign to me, yet the memory's haunting. Although I've grown up, those who hurt me remind me of who I used to be. In the end, I realize that I'm Still Just a Child.

I wrote this for my English assignment and loved it. After writing this I realised that all teenagers go through heartbreak at some point and it's a horrible thing. Here's a story about one of the harshest breakups I've ever been through. 💕

Cheryl Donovan is in a mess. She's just managed to lose her long term room mate, and above all, her boyfriend timely decided to cheat on her with some other chick. Her day begins with ramming through her work schedule as a waitress, and ends up with severe clubbing and hooking up with random guys; possibly the only thing that keeps her alive. But when a charmingly handsome bartender decides to add some magic to her very boring drink, she can't help but step aside from her little bag of worries. ~~~ Dylan Martin works his ass off behind the bar and tries his best to not jump over the rail to grab a hot chick and bring her home. His cocky grin and a drool-worthy musculature makes the girls fall at his feet. It's a different thing that he doesn't pick all of them up. And when a crazy diva decides to complain about his drinks being boring, he can't help but promise her some magic. ~~~ Opposites attract, but like dissolves like. So what were these two individuals, who didn't even know of each others' existence until a row over the drinks? Were they like the opposite poles of a magnet? Or were they two like-minded people? ~~~