Realityoflife Stories

May mga pagkakataong gusto na nating sumuko, dahil pakiramdam natin parang tayo na lang lagi ang talo... Yung mga pagkakataong kusa na lang tumutulo ang luha natin, kasi...

Not all of the children holding balloons, are happy children.😔

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There are times that I woke up with a vivid dreams in my head. Some of those dreams came into reality. I am interpreting my own dreams and most of the times it's always...

The poem is based upon different stages of life and where all people meet at a common point

The moment reality hits you will be the moment this book gets to you. There isn't a happy start, happy middle neither happy ending. This is the real side of life and pro...

this story tells you about reality of life

How far is mankind from learning its own reality? One part story of mankind and its echoing reality.

"Find the love you seek, by first finding the love within yourself. Learn to rest in that place within you that is your true home."

There are times when the world is against us. Our dear ones left us. People we loved left us. We walked away from people we once really loved. At times we are broken, an...

#Experiences #Facts

Ongoing... Disclaimers!Please be mature enough to not copy or claim this story as yours. Thank you. A story of Jae Hana and Hyunwoon.Half of this story is based on real...

The true reality of life Different wise men have differing opinions about life. What is the aim of life? Religion, money, lust and salvation? Competition or collaboratio...

My collection of poems as a newbie in poetry writing. I'm into role-playing in Kpop comm, from here I was inspired to write my poems. Conversation with friends, role pla...

A teenager. In school. Who feels alone and looks alone to the outside world. But are you actually alone

Allegorical short story about death

I'm Lilly and i know that being a rich kid may be fun but you should take tht back Have you ever been back stabbed or being used because you're popular or rich and you'r...

This is one of the poem I wrote when i realised my pillow was wet and mind full of darkness. I realised mine is not the only one. There were so many wet pillows soaking...