histórias de Mood

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"Are you a new story or a new poetry? Made me crazy, Fastly - quickly Are you a flower season or a flower bucket You make me fell in love Slowly - quickly. Are you the everlasting river who gives me life Throwing me into your lucidity Slowly - Fastly Your Love is like a Oak Love's sweet secrets are broke By your beauty of gaze You break my silence maze Are you a new story or a new poetry? Made me crazy, Fastly - quickly Fastly - quickly " - By Wt.Incognito These all are dedicated to my Family's Love, my Solace.

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!! ✌️

Hello, my dear readers hope you enjoy my poetry. I just wanted to convey my feeling through this poetry hope it did. Thank you so much my dear readers ❤✌

Découvrez un méli-melo de photos Pinterest que j'aime bien ! Elles nourrissent mes mots, mes rêves, et les histoires que je n'ai pas encore écrites. N'hésitez pas à me contacter si vous écrivez quelque chose avec une des idées ! Je serai heureuse de la lire!

Title: Miss Cruel ​Perspective: A story about a boy, written by a girl. ​Inspiration: Based on real-life emotions and experiences. ​The Storyline ​The Setting: A lonely boy living in "quiet misery" is forced to attend a school function. ​The Encounter: He unexpectedly finds himself in the same place as his ex-girlfriend-the person who betrayed him. ​The Conflict: He puts on a mask of confidence and "reckless" humor to hide the fact that he is still shattered inside. ​The Dream vs. Reality: The story explores a vivid dream where he gets to hold her one last time, only to wake up to the cold reality that she is gone. ​Key Themes ​Bleeding Love: Loving someone so deeply that the pain they cause feels like a part of you. ​The Blade Metaphor: Being drawn to the person who cuts you; choosing the "sting" of their presence over the emptiness of their absence. ​The Impossible Struggle: Described as "a fish trying to fly in water"-a symbol of trying to survive in a world where your love cannot exist. ​Target Audience ​This story is dedicated to anyone who has been: ​Betrayed by a partner but still loves them. ​Forced to hold themselves back from falling for the same person again. ​Left with a "burn in the chest" that never truly goes away. Read if you've ever smiled in a dream and woken up empty.

the concept of not being pretty enough for any boy to like you.

In which Lydia Carter's life as the Daughter of Ipswich turns upside down. or In which Lydia Carter can't run from her destiny. ˚˚˚˚˚ FEM OC X TYLER SIMMS Started: March 12th, 2025 Finished: ???? PUBLISHED: November 8th, 2025 Status: act i (published) act ii (draft) act iii (draft)

At 21, she is fighting depression and self-hatred, feeling like she is going backward while everyone else moves forward. Her emotions flip between happiness, sadness, and anger as she desperately tries to break free from the chaos inside her.

"Cole called" Anita sighed "What did he say?" Jerry paused "Remember, His son is my child, He wants to get to know his son" "Meaning?, He wants to see his son?"Jerry yearned for more explanation "He is in Nigeria, He now hides to check on his illegitimate son, the wife is aware and supports him fully" Anita sounded scared "Okay , Anita ... what are you afraid of?" "He wants my son to study abroad, after his secondary school" Anita let out a heavy sigh "Well that's a good thing right?, You can afford that if he helps, you know Dean going to one of the biggest schools" Jerry smirked " Wait! He's rich right?" " Stinkingly!!. But that is not my fear baby, I want to be the one saying that to my son,I mean I raised him to this level" "Anita ,... please make it clear to me" Jerry sighed "Okay Him telling Dean, 'hey son... am your Goddam father', my Dean will hate me, especially when he realises he is the illegitimate one...I would fail my own son"Anita frowned "Okay Anita, let me get this straight,the old man wants to meet his son?".......

A collection of story-like poems or peom-like stories that explore emotions, quiet thoughts, and the feelings in general.

Толгойд минь буусан утгагүй мөртүүд -Ямар нэг өгүүллэг биш хийгээд өөрийн сэтгэл санааны тэмдэглэлийг оруулж буй тул өнгөрөөж болно оо.

Cool guy saves the day and gets all the ladies UPDATES (probably) EVERY MONDAY WEDNESDAY AND THIRSDAY

An 18 year old girl who goes by Adri develops feelings for another girl, who is surprisingly her step sister Joy. Tension rises between them and they soon become intimate. Adri's conscious takes over in every situation leading her into good situations and bad ones as well.

Sometimes I suddenly feel the urge to talk about something. Just some random thoughts that come to my mind, barely stitched together but completely heartfelt.

NOT A SHIP!!! Angst warning!

So colD dawn grey montefalco na mahirap pakisamahan.....with that girl/woman flame Harsha....

"Some stories don't end in love, but they begin with it anyway." It started with a random message - "Hii." What followed was unexpected: a stranger, a spark, and a bond that felt too real too soon. He called himself Shinichi, a name borrowed from distant lands and hidden truths. She was Pihu, a girl with brown hazel eyes and a tiny scar-like pimple that made her even more beautiful - like the moon, perfect with its flaws. They talked about school, hobbies, heartbreaks and healing. She was recovering from a lost love, and he? He had sworn love was never meant for him. But in the quiet rhythm of texts and the shared silence between 2:30 pm and 6:30 pm on a single October day, something shifted. This isn't just a love story. It's a memory woven out of honesty, fear, hope, and moments that stay even when people don't. "The Portrait of My Lady" is a reflection of teenage hearts meeting at the edge of coincidence and connection - a beginning that never asked for an ending. More to go :)

Nie potrafię wypowiedzieć się. Nie potrafię być jak inni. Potrafię tylko pisać moje wiersze, wlewając w nie moje emocje. Próbka mnie w najbardziej odkrytej formie.

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