Raindrops mga kuwento

Just poems or short stories I make about the little and big things in life!

ماذا يحدث عندما يتقاطع طريق الفن الرقيق والمظلوم مع القوة العسكرية الغاشمة؟ . . . . . . Field Marshal :Jeon Jungkook Graphic Designer: Han Eelyn written by: jkeveie79

She fell in love with him in silence. He was the brilliant senior every student admired quiet, polite, and always lost in his books. He never chased attention, never looked for love, and never noticed the girl whose heart skipped a beat every time he smiled at her in the school corridor. Tina never planned to confess. Some feelings were too precious to risk. So she loved him from a distance, through rainy afternoons, shared hallways, library glances, and moments that meant everything to her but nothing to him. But sometimes... the rain remembers what people try to forget. And when silence finally finds its voice, will it be too late.

a namjin oneshot What happens when two students bunk class to escape punishment, only to find themselves caught in chaos they never expected?

Roux is a determined college student with a passion for photography. Despite facing the challenge of being color blind, Roux has never let this hinder his dreams of becoming a successful photographer. He met Sade who loves rainy days. When he accidentally overheard Sade and her friend's conversation, he felt a pang of curiosity that he couldn't shake off. He found himself drawn to know more about her, intrigued by the mere glimpse he caught of her personality. His interest grew as he pondered the real colors of the things around him, wondering how he could truly appreciate everything around him. The thought lingered in his mind, sparking a newfound sense of wonder and appreciation for the world around him.

It's always been quite a task to try and describe the feeling. There are moments of sexual tension, there are bouts of giddy butterflies, but more often than not, there is... this. Laying here in the bunk squeezed so close (because this space is not designed for two adult men), it always holds the same feeling. It's mossy green and gold and it feels like warm fleece right out of the drier. It smells like wet dirt and amber. It feels like home, even when they are God-only-knows how many miles away from home.

"From the edges... we found a centre". You called me your Queen when I felt like a Ghost." Welcome to a quiet corner of my mind. This collection is a treasury of raw feelings, melodies, and late-night thoughts turned into poetry. Here, you will find stories of heavy paths, warm memories, and the sweet escape of lavender fields.These are the pieces of a heart trying to find calm in a loud world.I hope these stanzas find a home in your heart, too. Thank you for walking this endless path with me.

A story where The men dies for his love. devote himself to the rain.

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Childhood love for nature comes from the joy and curiosity of exploring the world around us. Simple experiences like climbing trees, watching birds, playing in the rain, or admiring flowers create a deep connection to the environment. These moments spark imagination, foster appreciation for beauty, and often leave lasting memories that shape a lifelong respect for nature.

Can love at first sight really happen? It might be right? Or Did it happen to you? How does it feel to you? Is it makes you stop for a moment then makes you ask yourself Omhay G What happened to me? and Who's this man I am looking at? Why I can't take my eyes off him?

Rich Goranski and Jeremy Heere are both struggling after the whole squip incident. But once they notice each other, they realize things can get better and they can help each other try and get their lives back to normal. Sure, the road back could be bumpy. But they'll at least try to push through it as best as they can.

a collection of short stories revolving around one theme - rain. (cover credits: @AuthorGamesHQ )

Basta Basketball player good lover

Two souls. Fighting against their own demons trying to survive everyday. Will they be able to swallow each others pain? or get drowned in each others pain?

Life can be misleading. Perhaps you may think the rain is pouring from "its" heart or of tears of "joy". In reality, the weather is connected to the mixed emotions that I feel from my core. The apples fall afar from the tree to make amends to the people, lending a hand to reconnect & make peace with the world.