Quietness Stories

Arabella Michael has been through extremely rough times since her childhood. All of these insignificantly major incidents, have impacted greatly on her personality, disturbing her alot. Futhermore, the recents deaths of her mother, sister and bestfriend, in a tragic accident, have taken a major toll on her. And now, she has shut down all social interactions and attachments, limiting herself to only her own thoughts. But what will happen when she meets Ethan Carter, a fellow college student, someone who is willing to talk her out of her emptiness and make her change. Can she even change now? Will it be possible for her to come out of the dark ocean she has been drowning in, for whole 19 years?

Quick poems about Naruto characters. Be warned, some may be dark. Please comment and vote! Second compilation will come out soon! Started: October 20th, 2018 Ended: October 29th, 2018 Enjoy!

Sometimes it's the self-assured, louder, perhaps even the more arrogant people we think will amount to great things, but I find it's the quieter people, who have the understated confidence to modestly trust in their own abilities that they will succeed. Quietly trust in yourself, have good self-esteem and steely determination and you'll get to where you want to be no matter how outgoing, loud, popular or sociable you are!

I clenched the cold, metal, silver armrests of the chair. My heart was thumping louder than the sound of a thousand horses hooves during a stampede. My eyes were burning. Lumps were forming in my throat. I was doing my absolute best not to break down and start crying. My hands were shaking. My teeth were chattering. I took a deep breath with an effort to calm myself down. The pungent clean hospital aroma entered my nose. My hands wrapped around my legs, and I curled up into a small ball. I did the only thing I could. I took long deep breaths. I hoped and prayed. "God, please make my parents be okay, I'll do anything." I couldn't help the tears that came rolling out of my eyes after that. It was hard to believe that I had no control over this situation. I had no control over my parents' survival. The only thing I could do was hope. Only a few hours ago, we were the ideal perfect family, eating breakfast around our round table. We were happy, I wold give anything to turn back time, to go back to that beautiful time. Now, every time I saw a family rejoice or welcome a new baby, I would get jealous. I wanted to feel my mother's touch, to hear my fathers laugh. We were sitting in our minivan, going to the county fair. My mother was in the front seat, my dad was driving. I was sitting in the back. Taylor Swift's "Never Grow Up" played through the car's speakers. My mother was telling stories of when I was young. My father was telling jokes. We were laughing, smiling, carefree. We were blind to the fact that the driver behind us would take all of that joy away in the next moment. He swerved left to right. He sped up and smashed against the side of our van. Shattered glass flew everywhere, scraping my legs. My mother yelled, "Honey, are you.." She abruptly paused. "MOM," I screamed. No answer. "DAD,"I yelled. No answer. My mother's eyes were closed. My father's eyes were lifeless staring straight ahead. I shook them. "MOM, DAD, SAY SOMETHING, I LOVE YOU!" No answer.

"Poetry has conquered and prevailed my existence." This is my first book, and it's a combination of poetry and tragedy in "free verse form", so I'm not bounded to any rules of writing poetry, because simply that's how I like to write poetry, and that's what I enjoy to think about. This book is a book that I wrote in a way I cannot explain, contains untold stories I had and stories I had heard of. So, welcome here in my mind. It's like a night at the theatre, a dream of a thousand years, a light of a first hope.. "It's a random collection of how I see things."

Emma a princess, longing for what she had not seen since she was a child, happiness. Will she find what she longs for? Will she call in love? ❌read to find out❌

Just that shy girl

Why is there a wrong notion about Introvert. Why have people wrong believes about Introvert. Here I will prove you that introvert are must for a human development. I am an introvert. I came to know it about a few days ago. It was mesmerising when I did come to know about my own self. I want to express people my emotions in some situations through this story

Imagine living in a massive world without sounds. Surrounded by darkness and endless quietness can eventually kill your frustrations. The lights of hope is nowhere to be seen and you're forever be drowned by silence and darkness. Read this to find out the experience of how Deaf people, especially this main character, Harper Bell, feel in everyday life. Will she able to escape the silence? How does she ended up standing nowhere in the strange world? Is it a dream or is it real? This story is based on a real life experience as a Deaf person.

Not my quotes

Shy and Free™ is a self-help guide for transforming shyness into wholeness and happiness. Shyness is not the complete you. Shy and Free™ pioneered transforming (instead of overcoming) shyness based on personal experience being unsatisfied with approaches that promise much but leave us feeling worse about ourselves. You can be Shy and Free™ to live the life you desire because you are more than your shyness. My journey taught me that while I thought I needed to conquer my shyness that in fact, focusing on the many other parts of my self was actually the key to change.

A short story of a peaceful beach house being enjoyed by the new owner when suddenly, it's erupted by her worst nightmare.

A poem I wrote about being in love. Read it slowly and pause with the spaces ;) or however you like really.

When you get tired of being in love with someone who doesn't appreciate you

She's misunderstood Quiet as a mouse With her messy hair And her blank stare But deep inside Are vivid thoughts She notices everything But hardly gets noticed She overlooked

You'd think roses represent love, right? Not here. Here roses mean new beginnings. This is my third attempt at poetry, but this poem does not rhyme and I have written it in a different style that I'm accustomed to. Please read and enjoy

A simple story of love, life & heartbeat. ©2020_thesimpleflower