Petrichor Stories

on the paradise of Petrichor V many strange things happen, reality is warped, the stones walk and life spans in fantastical ways. along with said life comes death in mass quantities , in the wreckage of contact light many relics wait to be reclaimed. some relics of great power...... some of none, but just as important.

For Petrichor, there was never any in-between. He was either way outside of the box, or curled up inside it. He was either 'Serious Steve' or 'That One Wise Guy'. Everyone either wanted to be his best friend, or to beat him up. He either had his head in the clouds, or practically underground. And then there were the Names... Well. That's a whole other story. For today. (Poppy's universe, cross-posted on FFNet) (also, petri isn't usually as depressed as he looks on the cover. he just a sad boi there)

Underneath the neon city lights, everything should be fine . . . right ?

He hated the rain. She only existed in it. In the mist-covered hills of Landour, a CEO trapped by lockdown begins seeing a girl who appears only when it rains, but why ? But love is not the only thing the storm brings. Some memories refuse to stay buried. Some stories bend time. And some people are never meant to leave the rain.

"𝑫𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒔" ❝𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒆?❞ ❝𝑰 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖❞ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 - 𝗖𝗛𝗢 𝗦𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗥𝗔, is confused as to why he's suddenly showing affection, after acting like he hated her for years with no context. *.*ೃ༄𝗢𝗥 𝗛𝗢𝗪 - 𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗞𝗜, never really hated her. Actually, he felt quite the opposite. Ni-kixfem!oc!

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

[Slow progress til February 2023] Hi! I'm Sierra. A very warm welcome to you. Get your daily dose of wordgasm along with the display of the random collections of words whirling around in my mind that i pen down. I hope you like it! Looking zealously forward to a CinnamonBun community of our own ;) Oh and i post new chapters every Wednesday!!🖤 Ps. I implore you to please not copy my work. And if you ever see anyone copying it please report them and let me know. It'd mean so much to me. 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺-𝘈♡

Come and experience the fragrance of nature!!💦💦

Another poem I wrote while on a walk :)

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

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

Eloise Chevrolet is a French 19 year old fearless badass. Her parents died when when she was only 13, ever since the death of her parents she has been working with her uncle Killian who happens to be the French mafia leader. Luca Conte is Eloise Chevorlets sworn enemy. He's a 21 year old Italian mafia leader with a dark past. Eloise is sent by her uncle in Italy for a mission. In Italy, she runs into an issue and is indeed of help. Luca offers his services, however there's a catch to his services and help. ⚠️ MATURE CONTENT IS INCLUDED (18+) ⚠️

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

Once upon a time There was a land.........

why petrichor? pet·ri·chor [pe-trahy-kawr, ‐ker] -noun a distinctive scent, usually described as earthy, pleasant, or sweet, produced by rainfall. when you're sad, you feel like walking in the rain. Hoping that your tears can disguise itself as the raindrops. no one knows. just sad thoughts on your mind and earthy scent of rain. here I've compiled some of sad thoughts and some poem. *warning: might hit you with waves of sadness bc its sad thoughts cover by soundthealarm

Poetry

Yes, after selling land, water, etc its time for air to be sold in market. We can call it as a new edition of nature in market. Many countires like NewZealand, Canada etc have taken this idea seriously & implemented it in short time. Many countries have gained huge profits by selling fresh air bottled to countries where air pollution is at its best. Purenewzealandair is one of them who is selling thousand of bottle through e-media in a day.

They say April showers bring May flowers... My second poetry project, including a poem for every day in April, and then some, with themes of heartache, shifting times, honest thoughts, newsprung life, and hope for the future. (Oh, and there are a few silly poems, too!) Highest ranking: #39 in Poetry (May 6, 2017)