Oldwomen Stories

The older woman, Mori, and the broom and mop.

There is One Old woman... one day she will die... End the Story...

Closing your eyes is nothing but surrender.

This story is about a man (Kita Shinsuke) who helps spirits to follow the light in order for them to go to the After Life. WARNING!!! -I'm sorry if there will be some errors in the story, specially my grammar since English is not my main language. -Many of the characters are from Haikyuu so credits to Haruichi Furudate. -Also, sorry if this story will be going to be a bit messy. -This story is pure fiction, and also I used Ghost Whisperer (2005) as my reference. - Enjoy the story!!-

When a girl runs away from home and messes with time and sees the truth be told. But will all be told when secrets unfold?

Would you help a dead girl find her killer? Would you run away in fear of the dead rising? Find out one scenario when you dive into this short story! Hello everyone! Welcome to stories for weirdos! My name is Hannah and I enjoy writing exaggerated and twisted short stories! You can find most of them on my blog, but I put certain ones on Wattpad to gain a wider audience! If you like 'Death' please consider taking the time to read my other short stories on my blog: storiesforweirdos.blogspot.com Thank you for your time! Stay weird~

"... Nhưng cưng đến đâu thì cưng, yêu đến đâu thì yêu, người ta lại cho rằng đàn bà mà chỉ được cái sắc diện bên ngoài thì tầm thường biết mấy. Lan thì đẹp đấy, nhưng cũng chỉ là loài giống để người ta thưởng thức cái dáng vẻ hình hài, đâu như Cẩn, nàng mới là bậc tri kỷ khó tìm, tri âm đích thực. Khổ nỗi, người ta cũng cho rằng đàn bà là phải đẻ, cái sứ mệnh lớn lao nhất đời người ấy, thế mà Cẩn lại không thể đẻ, tréo ngoe thay, nhưng nếu nàng không thể đẻ, vậy thì nàng là loại người gì?" *Xin lưu ý đây không phải là tác phẩm hoàn chỉnh và vẫn đang trong quá trình gọt đẽo, hình thành.

i write silly little stories on my notes app.

everyone has their opinion about love. Everyone give different definition about love. But beyond each and every opinion and definition, love is what our heart feel without the interruption of mind. Meaning of love is always far more above those people's opinions and definitions. With different activities, actions of a person and with little little efforts it gets deeper and deeper. It is just like fine wine. With preservation and time it only gets better and better. With the aroma of tenderness it gets committed life long without any commitments. Isn't it magical ? Let's visit towards the magical city of love of this couple.

"Listen to me," the old woman says, "You are not alone." Tears roll down my cheeks. I want to believe her, but it's hard when I think about my life before. Do they care?

Short Story: Don't just survive, live. . . . A short story about a girl who never thought of life as anything but stealing food to get by. But then she meets someone; someone who opens her eyes to all the things she might miss in life. Read about this girl who is enlightened by a complete stranger. Maybe you'll learn a thing or two, too.

A girl who always wanted to play the piano finally get to buy one. She play and play until the piano broke. Her parent ask an old woman to come and fix it but then she ask for total privacy. What the parent see, when their curious got them to peek into the room, horrified them.

Let the story tell you.

based loosely on my other fanfiction dark red, go check it out might be different characters