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A book that holds all of my emotions, struggles, problems, anxiety, and lack of showing what's happening. [White and black theme works perfectly for my works, for your assurance.]

Ashianna and Kurt, two College Students and close friends, share a bond that slowly deepens into something more. Without realizing it at first, Kurt falls for Ashianna, and over time, Ashianna begins to feel the same way. However, just when Ashianna finally understands her feelings, it is already too late... leaving her with a connection that is beautiful, fragile, and filled with "what-ifs."

When she doesn't want to experience first love to avoid making mistakes, first love comes to her without realizing it.

*Some words drown louder than water* Ten years ago, she told her sister to jump. Her sister did. Now her aunt stands in the same lake. The library is open at 3 a.m. And in her own handwriting:" Liar. Do it then." Some rivers, you can never step out of. _"Reminisce wasn't soluble. It was silt." Purnasha Paul

Oh how Time did us no mercy, . How Red Roses grew Pale, How Green Fields, Went barren. How two souls, they decayed, Layer upon Layer of Soot, And How true Love grew Stale. ______ Burnt Essences, is the story, of how we like what is toxic to us, and what happens, if we get addicted. . Every single story has that "extra plot twist" where Love turns the table around. The plot twist of Denial. The plot twist that is the result of the author's sadness and unwillingness to accept his loss. . But this story is not a lying, happy ending. This is a story of hard truths. Where when Romeo dies, love does not prevail. Where, when Juliet drinks the poison, he does not kiss her and die. He turns around. And he leaves. . . So here is our fairytale, More real than most. Where demons kill the knights, Where Evil wins. . Here when Romeo dies, Love does not survive. Here We are all, paper wings. (M.Z) [Side-Note]: Along with every chapter, enjoy the best of Music that goes with it. It's always a pleasure to enhance your reading experience. _________ New chapters every Friday. 🎆🎈 Do vote for me fellas 👋

a little poem I wrote for someone many realities ago.. maybe you can give it the appreciation it deserved

This evocative poem captures the essence of youth and the delicate, transformative experience of first love. Each line brims with tender naivety, reflecting the unspoken beauty of holding onto a love that exists more in memory and dreams than in reality. Through the lens of yearning and innocence, it paints a timeless picture of love that is both fragile and unforgettable.

Regrets. Thrill. Embark on a journey of lifetime through the eyes of the forgotten, discover life through a magical revelation...one that takes you down memory lane, so much, that it leaves a haunting impression, permanently indented. Presented to you by army veteran, Edwin Harold, is a delightful mystery, encapsulating a whole lifespan in order to discover the bizarre truth...

This is a one-shot story. Please don't expect me to write a new part for this. You can also consider this as an open ending story, I'll let your imagination uncover their own love story. I actually wrote it back when I was bored, so please expect it to be a short and simple story. I've made a few minor revisions, but still-if you find it corny or boring, please feel free to stop reading. I won't force anyone to read it. 😊 If you're still interested in reading this, thank you so much! I really appreciate it. 💛 This story will also be available on Wattpad, though I originally submitted it for our CPAR subject this year, 2025. Please note that this story will also have an epistolary version coming soon, most likely by the end of this year. ✉️ ✧ BC by: WP Sky on Facebook. Font style: Canva

You tell me

what do you usually do when you feel lazy? are you idling? what things come into your minds when you're idling? are you daydreaming? did the memories come back to your mind? did you remember the things that happened? well, certainly yes.. cause honestly I do.

Sometimes all we need is a hug to melt away our problems. • I lift up my pen, words on the tip of my tongue and swirling in my mind. This was a wish list. Not quite the type of wish list that you'd write though. It was a list for wishes that you couldn't objectify. It was feelings, thoughts and opinions all on a piece of paper. Like a diary, but not.

I miss the sea and the night breeze reminds me of my life back in the island where I grew up and learned so much about the sea life. So here it is another short story of my life and thoughts. Just a little flash back from childhood.

A poetrybook for the feels and mind. A couple randoms just because I haven't put anything out for a while, so i really hope you enjoy<3

it's a MAYBE, I DON'T KNOW, I'M NOT SURE. I'M GONNA TRY IT.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀let me bleed my ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀heart out for you ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀until there's none ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀left to bleed.

RayEmmaWeek2021 || Day 2 - Angst/Reminisce || After their reunion with Norman, Ray and Emma grapple with the question of whether distance really makes the heart grow fonder.

As it was fathom by an intruding silence, there lies a girl who wonders about everything.