Petrichor Stories

"Time will pass in a blink of an eye, but these poems will stay with you." Stubborn breezes giving a shudder, a little drizzle wetting the toes and the scent of the soil stealing away the mind. Infused with love, longing and seasonal blues, this peculiar book of beautiful poems is a place where nostalgia and bliss blend together. Just as the seasons change throughout the year, this book takes you along itself via these poems - some short, some long - written to let you feel the world more intensely. Dive into a place where the monsoon never ends. 🫧🍃Updated regularly. Perfect for quiet nights and deep thoughts. Happy Reading!

Just read it. Pictures aren't mine. Characters are not mine! "talking" 'thinking' My Au!

1. The Drop of Petrichor💧💧 2. The Sky is calm tonight🌃 3. My Prized possession♥️ 4. The Rain🌧️ 5. SHE♀️ 6. Do I Love You!?🤔 7. Changes📆 8. Destiny🌠 9. Moth and Flame

𝗽𝗲𝘁·𝗿𝗶·𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗿 (n.) the smell of earth after rain or the war is over, Voldemort is dead, and now there's all the time in the world. hogwarts now rebuilt has asked the seventh years, that we're too busy fighting to learn anything that year, to come back for their eighth year. what happens when an artsy Ravenclaw reunites with the hero Gryffindor? what happens when they both find out they had feelings for one another once upon a time? started: 1 / 27 / 2021 ended: tbd post-war *no lemons, just limes* [some events of this book will not be the same as the hp book/movies, I am going off my own ideas] the storyline before post-war, and the original characters all have credits to jk rowling except my OC's & my own plots (but i do not support her)

Dan kau datang bersama indahnya hujan yang membasahi tapi mengapa kau harus begitu.. ini tentang petrichor dan pluviophile

My friend's from back home once told me that i was just a super rich kid with nothing but fake friends.Honestly, i'd say so too What i didn't expect was to end up with a fake ass- hole of a boyfriend. A hot one while we're at it but still a fake. Wattman Mondiale School was a hell hole to say the least and poor little kylie wasn't ready for what was about to hit her. So here's my story Think of me as a mere fragment of various other fictional characters you have read about and fallen in love with. We are never really unreal and we never will be, you keep us alive in you're starry-eyed daydreams where you replace the protagonist and put a nice refined version of your self heyyy u better not kick me out when u meet the other protagonist the asshole boyfriend the hot stuff Rollin in money so finally this story if completed *i'm really not sure if i can commit myself to a story* will take you through a roller coaster ride containing friendship, lust , betrayal, happy tears, sad tears, nudes*not inclusive of pictures ,the creepy men can leave now* and LOVE.

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)

Petrichor σοφία, the hidden Ravenclaw that never seems to do anything but draw. Inside of that plain white notebook, no one knows, but the book never leaves her side. When the quiet Ravenclaw drops her book and it falls into the hands of the infamous Weasley twins, Fred and George, when will she ever get to the last page? (I do not own any of the characters besides my own, character and story rights go to J.K. Rowling) (( This book will contain harsh language, so if you do not feel comfortable with swearing, than please do skip over the language. ))

As many cities all over the world face the challenges of dealing with the alarmingly worsening problem of air pollution. Fresh air for sale is the newest and hottest product these days. Back in the early days, when you want to breathe in fresh air, all you need to do is step outside your home and you will get what you need. But, as humans continue with their activities that have drastic effects on the environment, today, it has reached the point where you have to go out and literally buy fresh air for better health.Every bottle obviously comes with a price. At $28, you will get about 130 to 150 inhalations, which will of course depend on the lung size of the consumer and the deepness of their breath.New Zealand air bottles manufacturers claimed that the whole idea was not a mere gimmick, adding that the price of every bottle of fresh air for sale was much more reasonable than the rest of the similar products available in the market right now.On average days, an average individual takes in around 20,000 breaths. This means that for Beijing workers, the bottle of fresh air for sale will last them a fraction of the entire air amount that they breathe in every day.

Hanya keseharian Varsha, gadis biasa-biasa saja yang tidak menyukai hujan yang dengan kebetulan harus berurusan dengan laki-laki berkaus kuning menyebalkan. Awal penulisan : April, 2019 (di akun @nanaaalanna) Status : On Going Pindah lapak : Agustus, 2020 (ke akun @snoenki) Status : On Going

She is a girl, trapped in a colourless world where rain is her agony. He is a guy, blending with the black and white world where rain is his destiny. In the darkness, will they be anything more than strangers? Through the maze of droplets, will the two lost souls find colours? In the search of their homes. Under the same umbrella but different storms. (For a better imagination, it is advised to imagine everything in black and white unless there is a color mentioned)

"Apa kau tidak keberatan dengan perbedaan diantara kita?" tanya laki-laki bermata hazel itu. "Karena kita berbeda, makanya aku percaya kita saling cinta" jawab gadis mungil disebelahnya.

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πετριχώρ is a Greek word that, when translated into English, means 'petrichor'. petrichor (n.): a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather.

Romance, Humor

the girl who loves the scent of earth after the rain

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