Reminisce storie

Collection of the author's unsaid words in real life.

What is life

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? And 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 #sketch-artist #misery #betrayal #love-hate #trauma #storms-of-life

Two souls that once fell apart, reseen each other in another lifetime. As the memories return, will they realize that the love never vanished - it waited.

"Some memories never fade. They just wait to be remembered again." • • • • • • LUV SERIES #1 (Life Until Vanish) STARTED: - FINISHED: -

I was thinking about the last time I wore my favorite dress. I realized it was on the day it was supposed to fulfill its purpose; my sweet sixteen cottage core-picnic dress. Oh, how perfect things seemed to be back then... -- My journey of how I got away from some toxic friendships, I've had throughout my teen years. Enjoy ;)

"You scarred and left me, like a sunburn." A one-shot based of Ed Sheeran's song, "Sunburn." © Daphne Reyes (conjurethemockingjay), All Rights Reserved 2014

Dear reader, I, by the virtue of fate, the divine deity, know all future paths scattered on all useless holy papers to crush down people with information that they can't defy, yet try. Truth obliterates us all, something we don't want to accept but are bound to see, that such truth has become our own tragedy of fate. Existence, written to only be flawed by puppeteering, yet I wrote characters hoping for them to rewrite endings that I already foretold and saw. Hoping that one day they will save or defeat my ending of truth, so that I no longer will need to walk through the ruins of places I once cherished deeply, knowing that I can't stop traveling down memory lane. These characters were my sense of pride and joy; now they've emerged into my literary world. Although they won't see it as a curse, I do. I don't think they'll fully understand my perspective; however, they are in the theatre of lies and truths scattered around. I'm not the eye of the beholder or beauty, but most definitely the cruelest of all. I'm a curse that knows all types of endings, has seen it all from different viewpoints, and still has a feeling I don't want to make it to the end. I really wonder if I'm truly in control of myself, or am I the puppet being decided for by someone else? I truly apologize for the fates I've read for a few people who met their end in slow wave tides of dread. Caring about how one should end up, but that's not my place, is it? I merely see past what others seem to miss. I can't control how one should live, but why does it feel like humans place their trust in me to actually do that? I'm not inside their perspective; I'm outside, living, trying to uphold my own emotional dam that's about to explode. My feelings aren't considered, nor my boundaries, though I'm still needed selfishly. I can't live, so I put fictional, layered prints of words that I wish to be my rebirth, my start to my own deity duties and life.

ON GOING NAUGHTY MATE HEXOLOGY

After finding out her high school best-friend died, Layla heads back to the timeless and inescapable town of Maine City to reminisce and connect with the town she left behind almost a decade ago.

this is being entered for laughterandjynx's one shot competition, it it based on a timeline that is 20 years after the death of Luke and is told from Luke's point of view and what he sees in heaven.

The thought of a Mother cannot compare to the presence of one. In this case, Bronwyn's wandering thoughts eventually included her Mother everyday. After ignoring the fact for so long that she was gone, a sudden impulsive act opened new opportunities; the truth.

Can you still remember that time when you were still a kid? That time when everything seems so easy and all you wanted to do was to have fun, not caring what other people would say or think about you? That time when you would choose to skip naps just to play with your friends, even if your mother or guardian would get mad at you? Can you still recall those good old days? Can you still remember who you were before the world told you who you should be?

Austria reminisces about a time long gone.

Where am I? What is this place? Who are YOU? . . . . . . Silence. Their eyes stared into the other's for what seemed like centuries. Then finally an answer: 'I am none who you should be concerned of. I have come to erase you.'

Getting on with life was a routine for Yvera. But who knew her life would turn around coming upon an individual. Again. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ .・゜゜・　　・゜゜・． In which two individuals stumble upon each other once more. ｡･ﾟﾟ･　　･ﾟﾟ･｡ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Established: 06/25/21 Complete: - ON-GOING -

The world is ending and with there being no time to make it to their families or friends two exes reconnect after losing touch a year ago to spend their last night on earth together.

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.