Pragma Stories

"Lembrou-se da primeira vez que a vira, ao passar por uma das largas ruas de sua cidade. O vermelho vivo realçava suas formas arredondadas e voluptuosas. Apaixonara-se de imediato. Por mais que tentasse, não a tirava da cabeça. Era ao mesmo tempo graciosa e forte, tudo o que sempre sonhara". Um conto surpreendente sobre a paixão.

A small piece of poetry about love and lust

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"THE COURSE OF TRUE LOVE NEVER DID RUN SMOOTH" - a midsummer's night dream... act I, scene II [FEM!OCxSTEVEHARRINGTON] [szn1-szn4]

Yuuri Katsuki y Yuri Plisetsky tendrán que vivir juntos mientras son entrenados por Viktor para sus próximas competencias de patinaje artístico en Rusia. La inseguridad de Yuuri ocasiona que Viktor posponga su compromiso. Y por otra parte, el reencuentro entre Yurio y Otabek marcará el inicio de una relación explosiva e inestable. Ambos sucesos traerán serias repercusiones en la pista de hielo, justo ahora que necesitan dar lo mejor de sí para perfeccionar "Pragma".

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Seeing as Valentine's Day is right around the corner, here is a collection of short love stories to tide you over. Enjoy!

Eight short stories telling the stories of eight different people experiencing the eight kinds of love described by the Greeks: eros, pragma, ludus, agape, philia, philautia, storge and mania. Beware that this is a work of fiction and any occurrence has nothing deliberately in common with reality. An original short story by Alex LV.

College drop out meets wealthy hotel heiress. Things get dangerously frisky. • • • achievements ⇢ mystery/thriller #715 [june 19, 2014] ⇢ general fiction #315 [august 2, 2014]

A stream of conscious collection of Newer Poetry

a self made story based in greek mythology. it's short and sweet, but if this is popular I can make more! Kairos is all about seizing the fleeting moment. He creates Pragma, but how?

This book is about the journey of grief and love of a man for his long-lost sweetheart that he had never seen again after they fell apart because of eternal curses given by the gods and goddesses on their illicit passion and constantly looking for her in every century transient.

We have always known that love hurts. It might be a delightful feeling, and it makes us float in the air, but that doesn't spare us from the pain. There's more pain to love than happiness. We can't say that love is not real. Yes, it exists. Yes, it's true. Maybe happy endings do exist. Maybe a prince charming is waiting for us somewhere out there. Maybe soulmates are real. Maybe the red strings of fate are real. But the question is: "Will we ever find it? Will we ever find these things?" When we find love, we ask if that person's the one; we ask ourselves if we deserve it. The chances of having a happy ending and a sad ending are 50-50. Out of all the people in the world, only a few got their happy endings. For the others, they had regrets; they had fears; they had pride that got the best of them. There are many hindrances, and it's up to us if we let it get in the way. Every day, we ask ourselves myriad questions: Will I ever find love? And if I do, will I be able to keep it? Is trying worth the risk? Should I have not let go? Should I have given that person a chance? Should I have not let my pride get the better of me? . . . and a lot more. (Compilation of short stories about love.)

He doesn't like anyone. He doesn't care at everyone. He's a pompous ass. He's always superior to his classmates until this girl suddenly came in their classroom and caught everyone's attention even him who's always unconscious and unperceived of his surroundings. The sound of her shoes echoed as she walked in. She smirked. The rowdy and loud classroom went silent. Everyone's sight was on her, wondering why was she here. She cleared her throat and smiled wickedly in such a way that everyone felt goosebumps. "I'm Sixth. Nice to meet you."

" 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 form of love . . . in which...i tell stories of love for i can not experience the love myself. or , in which i write poetry and prose.