Historias de Petrichor

Short emotional story of a high school teen struggling with life.

❝why is this camera filled with my photos?!❞ moon hyejin, a jolly highschool girl who is just like any other student: burderned with studies, finds an abandoned camera lying on her usual seat of her favorite coffee shop only to find it filled with her photos from the coffee shop. to get a clear understanding, she decides to leave no stone unturned and find the person behind this. lowercase intended. a kim taehyung au. on hold.

this will serve as my poem compilation @moonmegs

The third installment of the Petrichor series. Chasing Maya down the street had only been entertaining a few blocks in. But. She had to keep going. It was the principle of the thing. Maya had impregnated her baby girl, and what was she supposed to do? Not kill her? It just didn't seem logical. "KELLEY MAUREEN O'HARA!" On second thought. Maybe she should let the girl go. They should all sit down like the adults they were and have a civilized conversation. Structured just like the last book. (nothing in here will make sense unless you read Petrichor and Vellichor first)

Just a small book of quotes that you can probably relate to. There may be some words, that describe feelings deep inside us.

Pet•ri•chor- noun The smell of dust after rain; a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather.

Petrichor: for the girl who is tired of waiting.

Confessions of a shy , introverted and lonely twenty year old girl. In this book I am sharing with you my thoughts about how anxiety and loneliness affect my day to day life . The first step to being okay is to understand how it affects you.

The story of the pluviophile.

what we do , what we think and act ... are all uncontrollable . why? we pursue ignorance and remain the ignorant .Well I'm here to tell you my story about my world and how ignorance became the overpowering material fearing my soul . Whether you care or not , want to read or not it's up to you x however we all fear change and how it can go wrong especially with friendships x

Restless days, Sorrowful nights. They betray, For their delights.

Stability is not softness. It is the quiet tension between what breaks... and what refuses to. In this haunting poetry collection by Uddaniels, beauty and brutality coexist-feathered innocence lies beside something ancient, watching. These poems unravel the fragile threads of identity, fear, transformation, and survival, where even the most delicate forms carry teeth beneath their skin. From dark surreal imagery to raw emotional landscapes, Stability explores what it means to remain whole in a world that constantly reshapes you. Not all monsters are loud. Not all innocence is pure. And not everything meant to break... does.

to the rhythm of the song, i lay my bones in the backyard. because they are made of lust. they want to listen to your playing until they turn to dust.

(n) light produced by high temperature Would you risk it all just to find your light in a sea of darkness?

Loving the rain

Green eyes remind of petrichor, trips at two in the morning, and long hugs...

she could barely carry the weight of the world on her shoulders ____________________________ a short book containing poetry [ sequel to 'his constellation', second book in the 'his' series ] amazing cover by @Gemie-Gem © copyrighted 2016 @katernator

What we miss the most when we are in the adult stage, Of course it is our childhood memories and all. No doubt at all. And even sometimes we wish to go back to our old ages that not even possible but still wishes. When we try to recollect our memories, its called Nostalgia, instantly rises up and fills our heart and mind. So have a read and Enjoy and embrace the poetic sense in you hahaha :)

Random words sewn together into poems..