Reminisce Histoires

What is life

Some wounds don't scream, they whisper. In the quiet between panic and peace, between who you were and who you're becoming, there are footnotes - the small, honest truths we never say out loud.

She still remembers the apartment they planned, the life they almost had. It was supposed to be theirs - until he built it with someone else. Now she's left with memories, questions, and a version of herself that doesn't know how to move on. A story of a friend of mine dedicated to the song " The apartment we won't share" by Niki. https://youtu.be/h1bF3gYKK44?si=9_XbDSvNTk-3ex8o Same stories, but different versions. Same characters but different feelings P.S.: ctto picture's not mine, found it in Pinterest.

𝘼𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙡 𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙟𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙡𝙚 𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙪, 𝙚𝙠 𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙅𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙜𝙝𝙪𝙢 𝙗𝙝𝙞 𝙣𝙖𝙖 𝙝𝙤 𝙖𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙪 𝙗𝙝𝙞 𝙣𝙖 𝙝𝙤, 𝙗𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙮𝙖𝙧 𝙝𝙞 𝙥𝙮𝙖𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙚 . ♬ ݁˖ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── A collection of emotions scattered across pages-some loved, some lost, some never spoken aloud. These poems are fragments of memories, feelings, and moments that linger long after they've passed. For anyone who has loved deeply, missed quietly, or carried pieces of a feeling they could never quite put into words.

A boy, escaping the clutches of a hopeless desire, continues his search for one who's love may someday meet his.

she cried out for vengeance

A collection of "so-called" Anecdotes originating from the North of the Philippines, kano ah. written in a mix of English and local languages within the Cordilleras and Northern Territories. No we don't have a wall of division, we are unique

Tara reminisces about her childhood Diwali on the first Diwali after her marriage. ---------- Editor: ShainaBasu

"How long till you say-release me Kian, it's hurting?" "Hmph..." The mockery could scald me more than it could be smarting to someone for whom wounds were just a tenderness felt by neurons and not the mind. "As long as you don't say-'You have ruined my effort. Everytime.' Say Kian, 'You have wasted the life I have been trying to save.'" Another drop trickled down. "I..." "You may already have thought of it. Not once Kian... of all people, why did you have to have optimism for someone who drowned in the ocean of nihilism?" "Remini..." "Does calling my name deliver you from distress?" "Come with me..." My grip on her got relinquished, the heel of my hand-a rich mess of red. "I want to take you to a place-there was someone who resembled you somewhere. She loved the place so much." "Kian..." "Come with me. I want to take you to all the places she ever considered beautiful." -•⁠꒱⁠✿꒰•- Some meetings bring disasters. A messed up story. (Timeline: 1997) What happens when someone arrives to offer help and gets stuck in some other mess? The art professor who quit the only thing he was good at decides to restart sketching after getting a glimpse of the woman's life for who living itself was exhausting. Kian saves Rem. But he gets stucked in her traumas. [A man of uncertainty yet full of buried responsibilities; Kian is quiet, melancholic. A man of time and energy; Winston loves long journeys with Rhea. Sometimes he's a bit suspicious but he has patience. He scarcely loses his cool but when he does, it's bad. Once childhood bestfriends now lovebirds; Rhea, Winston's quiet and romantic wife. Loves stormy nights and rain. She has short temper. The reason why they fight often. Possibly? Rem; a girl of miseries-shattered, hollow.] Four characters-Four lives-Merged into one. 'Remini-of the word reminiscence.' #tragedy #melancholy #self-harm #alienation #romance #depression #sketchartist #misery #betray

𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑾𝑩𝑬𝑹𝑹𝒀 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑲!! 𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑾𝑩𝑬𝑹𝑹𝒀 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑲!! 𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑾𝑩𝑬𝑹𝑹𝒀 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑲!! he missses his strawberry kisses. started: 6/1/20 ended:

My name is Ryan and his name is Mickey.

As I lie here in my dim and dusty room, I can't help but reminisce about that dream I had, a memory of happier times. In that dream, I woke up to the wholesome scent of food and the gentle chorus of birdsong. It felt like a different me, full of enthusiasm, despite my lifelong yearning to stay nestled beneath the warm quilt. The allure of the apricity in the midst of frost gave me a sense that the day ahead would be long and unforgettable. I recall how I called out to my mother, a futile attempt to gauge the time. She couldn't hear me from the kitchen, so I glanced at her phone: 6:30 in the morning. I rushed to get ready, seeking my father's warm embrace before requesting my mother to neatly braid my hair. It was an important day at school as the IC of the town was coming to honor us for a quiz competition. My mother's playful sarcasm brought a smile to my face as she agreed to braid my hair. I wondered where to keep the memento I would receive since our showcase was already full. Her reassuring words echoed in my mind: "There's always a place for more." Then, as the bus honked outside, I hurried to catch it. Lost in my thoughts, I admired the misty gown the trees seemed to wear, a sight so pleasant it made me oblivious to my arrival at school. Sprinting up the stairs with my heavy bag, I miraculously made it to the assembly on time. The principal's announcement of the quiz competition winners sent my heart racing. Nervous excitement coursed through me as I watched my fellow students receive their honors. Finally, my name was called, and I tried to maintain an appearance of confidence. But as I climbed the stairs to the stage, my façade crumbled, and I stumbled, falling hard. Then, in the blink of an eye, I woke up in my dark and dusty little room, realizing it had all been a dream. A brief moment of bliss and anticipation, now a distant memory in my life filled with many such dusty memories.

In life their are chances that we did not take... Simply because we are afraid to take risk... And in the end we find ourselves asking WHAT IF? WHAT IF ---I take the risk? WHAT IF ---I wait for you? WHAT IF ---I just let myself to love you? WHAT IF ---I just give everything without hesitating? WHAT IF ---we end up together? Unfortunately, we can't turn back time and change our decisions. It either you live your life with the risk your takes or live it with regrets for not taking those risks.

Kurt and Blaine met in the spring of 2017 and to Blaine, it was love at first sight. Unfortunately for him, Kurt was dating Adam Crawford. They fall in love anyway. This is the first time they fell in love. A Myosotis sylvatica prequel, but you don't need to read it of you don't want to. This is not a story I've written. It's a story I like and decided to share with wattpad comunity. Originaly written in 2020. Story is finished.

Title song with lyrics. (Just comment or request if you want a guitar chords of your choices song) Enjoy!

5 years after the incident, Sophie came home to visit her parents. She also carries along another secret. As she arrive, she bumps into a certain someone that she does not want to see. Her "ex"- best friend, Adam. Moreover, her past is catching up on her but this time with more bumps on along the way. Will she make it through? Or will her secret destroy everything she have?

Somehow, we all relate to each other. We have feelings, thoughts, plans, and bad days. No matter how different the situation is for each person, we all feel some way. We feel so little in such a big world. There is no end.

A short story of how someone made me feel, and how I feel about them today

A collection of sorrow, hope, loss, but most of all self-forgiveness. Welcome to the void that is my mind. May you heal forevermore.