Mood Stories

Poems written for myself, about others, or from moments that made me feel something.

စိတ်ထဲ ဖြစ်​တဲ့ Mood ​နဲ့ ခံစားချက် တိုက်ဆိုင်တဲ့ သီချင်းတွေကို တင်ထားပါတယ် ❤️ ဒီတိုင်း ​ပေါ့​ပေါ့ပါးပါး အ​တွေးအမြင်​လေး​တွေ​လည်း ပါမယ် ☺️ ဘယ်သူမှ မမြင်​အောင် လာ​ရေးထားတာ Just Floating!! ✌️

'I will marry' Yeah finally the asshole had something to say, he kept my sister waiting for ages. He better treat her very well or else I'd be their little honeymoon package and I'd show him all of my karate skills. 'But I'll marry you' He pointed his finger at me, the hell was he talking about? I almost chuckled thinking it's a joke but everyone else just stood as if there was nothing that could be said against it. 'W_hat?' My sister said almost breaking. The asshole made my sister cry???????? 'Am sorry I can't marry you I am more attracted to your little sister' I almost jumped to him, until I heard my sister crying while she left the room. I was about to run after her but I stood in front of the so called husband, 'Fuck you' that was all I could say.

After humanity collapsed, they created gods from the calendar itself. Twelve bloodlines. Twelve Months. Twelve teenagers worshipped like saints in a dying world. In Crimson Vale, the Months are everything people pray for: peace, warmth, rain, order, hope. But gods bleed just like everyone else. December was raised to become humanity's symbol of salvation. November learned that grief can make monsters out of anyone. And somewhere beneath the parties, violence, and worship, something inside the Months is beginning to rot. Because the world didn't end once. It's starting to end again. As loyalties fracture and love turns obsessive, the Months begin pulling each other closer to destruction - and the closer they get, the more dangerous they become. Some were created to save humanity. Others were never meant to survive it.

Abrie Warren didn't go to the Portland synagogue wedding looking for anything life‑changing - until Judd Nelson walked in wearing sunglasses indoors and staring at her like she'd rewritten his script. What follows pulls her into the warm chaos of his sisters, his unpredictable actor friends, and a chemistry that unfolds with the slow‑burn tension of a 90s indie film.

Hollis is committed to the shadowed halls of the Marrowbend Institute. But he quickly realizes it's more than just a cage. The Boonies, a cult of Cora Boone's followers, operate within the walls of the teenage asylum. Ready and willing to perform tasks set before them by Cora herself, even if it means great personal harm. Her three-year confinement left a dark legacy within these walls, forcing Hollis to confront a version of her he never knew existed, and allowing him to see the power she truly holds over others. He must form alliances with other patients to survive, while combating new and dangerous rivalries. On the outside, Cora's relentless pursuit to expose the police cover-up regarding her parents' deaths has earned her a formidable new enemy in Officer Bradwell. With the law weaponized against her, Cora fights to make the truth known before the town buries her along with its secrets. Unfortunately for Cora, the law and the Headmaster of Marrowbend, Abel Trenner, push back, threatening to make Hollis disappear forever.

Halima Story She was taught that good girls stay quiet. That some truths are too heavy to say out loud. That love means carrying it alone. For 7 years, Halima kept Mama Bose's secret buried under "I'm fine." She smiled at family dinners. She answered when they called her. But every night, the silence got heavier. At 11:47 PM, the weight became too much. Her fingers shook. Her heart said _speak_. Her fear said _don't_. She chose anyway. This isn't just about what she said. It's about what it costs to finally say

"Cole called," Anita said, her voice lower now, stripped of its earlier ease. Jerry's posture changed immediately. "What did he say?" Anita hesitated, as if the words themselves carried weight she didn't want to lift. "He wants to get to know his son." A pause. "Meaning?" Jerry asked. Anita exhaled shakily. "He's in Nigeria. He's been here for a while... watching Dean. Keeping tabs on him. Not openly. Just... observing." Jerry's arms folded slowly. "And his wife?" "She knows," Anita said. "She supports it." The silence that followed was heavy. Jerry leaned back against the counter, thinking. "What are you afraid of, Anita?" Her eyes dropped briefly. "He wants Dean to study abroad after secondary school." Jerry frowned slightly, then spoke more calmly. "That's not bad news. Most kids would kill for that kind of opportunity." "It's not just school," Anita said quickly, her voice tightening. "It's him. He wants to tell Dean himself." That landed differently. Her expression cracked just slightly. "What happens when my son hears it from him?" she continued. "When he finds out he only showed up after seventeen years? When he realizes what he is to that man... the mistake, the label people like to use?" Jerry stepped closer, his tone softening. "Anita... the boy deserves to know his father." Her jaw tightened. "But you're his mother," he added gently, placing a hand on her shoulder. "That doesn't disappear because Cole walks in." Anita looked down, torn between anger and fear. "What if he chooses him over me? He has other children... a whole family. What if Dean fits there better than here?" "That won't happen," Jerry said firmly, pulling her into a steady embrace. "Talk to him. He's smarter than you think. He'll understand more than you expect."

──ᯓ𝑬𝒙𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 I make you graphics bc i'm bored 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒔 ✔ 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍

Nineteen years ago, Princess Elaria vanished during the bloodiest night in the history of the Dominion. Raised as an orphan, she spent her life believing nobody wanted her. But when the ancient Lunar Throne awakens and recognizes her as its rightful heir, buried secrets begin to surface. A traitor sits within the royal court. A forgotten king may still be alive. And a dark power known as the Shadow Court is preparing for war. As kingdoms divide and enemies gather, Elaria must uncover the truth about her past before the darkness consumes everything. Because the greatest secret in the Dominion is not the missing king. It is her.

She pushed him again, harder."I am nothing to you!!" "Nothing" "No relation. No connection. NOTHING!!" he smirked. Slow. Sharp. The kind of smile that made her stomach drop. "Oh?" His hand moved from her wrist to her throat. Just-holding. Her breath caught. Her hands grabbed his wrist, He didn't move. Then he pulled her back. Against his chest. Her back pressed to his front, his arm locked around her waist, his hand still at her throat. His lips were near her ear. His voice was low. Intimate. Dangerous. "Then let's make something.." "...so now you will be something to me. Not nothing"... In every way possible,.. Sweetheart!" - She was chaos in a maroon saree. He was a man in black-darkness enough to destroy kingdoms. She never believed monsters could love. He never believed he could. One rainy night changes everything! A wedding turns into bloodshed. A stranger with storm-grey eyes kidnaps her in front of everyone. Before she can understand his name, he makes her his wife-burning flames, bleeding vows. His chain around her neck. His blood on her forehead. His last name. Trapped with a man who's a feared officer by day... and something far more dangerous by night. Surrounded by secrets, madness, obsession, violence.. and a family so Full it feels unreal. And in the center of it all...stands Rudra. A man who watches her like worship. Touches her like possession. Protects her like war. And hides a darkness that could either ruin her...or become her home. But some obsessions are not born overnight. Some begin years before destiny even realizes it. In a story where love feels dangerous, loyalty comes with blood, and Every character hides another face behind their smile.. HOW LONG CAN AAROHI SURVIVE BEFORE SHE STARTS CRAVING THE VERY MAN SHE SHOULD FEAR? AND WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THE DEVIL FINALLY FALLS FOR SOMEONE?! - WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN EVERY SINGLE BURIED PAST WILL COME ? Will it Bind Them Forever...Or Break Them Apart? Read to find out!

Hello, my dear readers. These poems are just pieces of what I feel- some soft, some heavy. I hope you find something in them that feels like your own. Thank you for being here.✌❤

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After three years away, eighteen-year-old senior Cora Boone is finally free and returning to her hometown of Stilllight, deep in Southern Appalachia. Her record runs a mile long, stacked with detentions, suspensions, arrests, and every bad decision she could make before she was incarcerated. But in all that chaos, she left behind the one boy who understood her. While Cora was locked away in the Marrowbend Institute, fellow senior Hollis Greer was quietly diagnosed with a rare seizure disorder. Hollis only told those he needed to. He learned to hide it, paying close attention to his body and keeping a careful hold on what no one else was meant to see. Nothing threatens that careful balance like Cora Boone walking back into Stilllight. When Hollis's iron grip on his own body breaks, the violent fallout threatens to lock him inside the very nightmare Cora just escaped.

Full of relatable moments and times. Also some tips in life and jokes. Might cheer you up hopefully :) It's ok if not. Leave suggestions in my dms and I'll give you creds! Rate each moment on how relatable it is out of 10 Pls vote and comment but you don't have to, enjoy! :D

A collection of poetry from a overwhelmed lesbian <3

Continuation of my other book :) Btw yes that's kasumi XD

because the first book hit 100 chapters

Emily is a 15 years old girl, what happens when her birthday arrives and she finds her soul mate, and what happens when she discovers that she is adopted? read to find out!

This is not a story. I write blogs and just thought to write something here. If you are bored and want to get an insight in my deep but random thoughts, do read. Open for discussions.