Realists סיפור

“I know I haven’t known you for long, but, can you just do me one small favour Adrianna?” I said as I stared at her. She blinked momentarily and a tear escaped her eye, as she replied in a small whisper. “It depends what the favour is” ***** Adrianna Lillington is not the perfect girl; she's flawed, she's got her own problems, and she's the furthest thing from perfect and she knows it. The total number of friends that she has can be counted on one hand; three. She has her secrets, secrets that nobody knows about. Rewind three years and a half and her life was at it's highest point. She had two loving parents, a circle of friends she trusted and treasured, and a community of family friends that loved and cherished her. She had love and affection, in every direction. But alas, nothing lasts forever. June 15th was when everything came crumbling down for Adrianna. Now, she is but a shadow of the happy-go-lucky girl she used to be. The only constant in her family is her mother. It was June 15th that everything changed. She doesn't ask for attention, she never looks for trouble and never is she the cause or object of gossip. She's established herself as the wallflower, the quiet girl at the sides of the room, quietly observing and analysing. But what happens when unexpected newcomers disturb the peace? What happens when the wallflower is thrust into the spolight with the arrival of a significant person in her past? Can the wallflower bloom, or will she continue to fade into the background? ************************************************************************************************************* [WARNING] This book will contain coarse language and sexual references. However, it won't be based on sex and stuff like that. Anyways, there may also be drug and alcohol references, and basically it will have mature content in it. *************************************************************************************************************

i write poetry as an outlet i used to cut my self now i just put all my depression into writing and by the time it is all over i feel better 😁

I'm sky, I'm 17, I'm from the streets and this whole "let me be proper" ain't for me. Like every human being my life wasn't perfect. I swear I'm just a mistake, I'm a error I'm not even supposed to be here, but for the meanwhile I'm just going to be me, and not give two fucks about the bs. Welcome to my life if you care.

From random pieces of who-knows-what, to short, one-page stories, this is a collection of random literature of mine. (Warning - Triggers)

For now, let's say I'm a realist I don't believe...I know I know how things work and the way they flow I see how things fit together and when they don't What I KNOW to be true can only be changed by Science And that's not including theory at its finest Love to a realist is nothing but feeling A lust that makes you crazy according to popular dealings What goes up Must come down As one smiles They cast away frowns That's just the way it is Or so I thought until I met Cire (Sīyêr) Cire was tall And apparently trips people cuz Id be one of many who'd fall I know time can't stop but I experienced its stall Cire, as a fantasist did it all He twisted time and emotion As if one could believe in love's lustful potion I couldn't hold myself together Anymore than a dried up feather They say birds of a feather flock together But my flock flocked elsewhere when I hit stormy weather I needed them to bring me home but apparently I shed my feathers and grew wings

A quick piece I did on Christmas Day to tell Green that she's always on my mind and that I love her, I forgot to post it that night...

You were just a mere little mortal, and you were just having a normal, grieving life in a nutshell, being abused by your rich uncle and aunt, never knew your true bloodline. Well, they not really abusing you they just treating you like their maid and butler of the L/N mansion that was inherited by your late parents. But it then your miserable life changed when a certain girl-looking angel came to the rescue in your childhood dreams.... *I DO NOT OWN DEVILS AND REALIST*

"Once upon a time..." Every bullshit movie, t.v show and book starts with that. You always know it's going to have a hero, bad guy and a "happily ever after". In the real world no one is good or bad, we're all a bit of both. Oh, and let me tell you "happily ever after" doesn't exist! This is the story of Felicia Ed. An ordinary high school student with realistic views on the world. Deep down she wants to know that she is wrong and wants someone to prove her wrong, but she has viewed the world this way since she was six and doesn't think there is anybody out there who can change her mind... Or is there?

Journal

basically a realist otaku gets reincarnated into a novel and becomes the villainess to make everything logical and lead a peaceful life

First poem to publish on wattpad.

Reality. Look around you. Does it stand for the right?

One night. That's all they had before they parted ways for who knows how long. Will it even matter if they ever see each other again?

Madison Moore is a realist. She understands that love is a phase, that we all pretend to be in love in order to be happy. She also knows that no one can actually really love her. With her unusual curves and dream to be a writer and travel. She knows it's not gonna happen. She thinks being sane is being real. Not knowing what that future holds is something she hates. But it is also something she expects. What she doesn't except comes hitting her in the face. "We're all going to die one day, but what matters is what you do in one day to get remembered."

just read.

Welcome to the diary of a red balloon named Scarlet. You may be wondering how a balloon could be capable of documenting its life. Don't worry about it. Scarlet isn't your average balloon. Unlike her peers, she's rightfully paranoid about the future. Cover photo from Google images. I take no ownership.

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