Springtime Stories

Hey guys! Here is another short story collection, full of crazy adventures! While in the fictional realm, please be mindful of falling pianos, dead alligators, weirdos, and so much more! Author is not responsible for anyone crushed by falling pianos!

Spring Before Summer ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 with only two weeks to prepare for U.A.'s spring festival, two longtime friends slowly realize that the quiet feelings growing between them might turn this spring into the beginning of something more. © kohei horikoshi, bnha © iheartyouwithme, plot and writing Unedited Ongoing Chapters range from 4000-7000 words.

It's been five years since Penelope Beckett and Mason Tanner have spoken to each other. What once was a lifelong friendship had turned sour in their senior year of high school. Now with spring on its way, the two reunite at the annual spring celebration in the small town of Brookstead. Will they reconcile, or will it blossom into something more?

A little Bit of science maybe quite interesting?

Excerpt: " ... and let her light slip out into the night; and the whole field exploded into emeralds ... " The enticing draw of a firefly's glow can make you curious -- in a world where it seems that little is left to be discovered, they're a jewel of majesty and mystery that has amazed and sparked the imagniations of people for generations.

A SHORT poem about sunshine, spring and lost love. *´¨) ¸.•´¸.•*´¨) ¸.•*¨) (¸.•´ (¸.•` ♥ Thank each and every one of you for reading and as always, your comments are welcome!

Bianca Turner was leading a normal life until her parents find a house for sale in Warwickshire, Hatton a place they have wanted to live for ages. Bianca is certain that she won't find any friends, but everything changes when she meets Connor Ball in a shop down the road, he takes her into his life, with his new band The Vamps, but will this only be a spring fling or something more? Find out in Springtime Sweetheart as Bianca is taken into a whirlwind of fans and paparazzi. How will things turn out?

When our dreams become paint, and paper is our canvas, we create the most beautiful paintings. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Compilation of poems I've written. Please note I do not write poems professionally, and these are just for fun! Also, these poems are relatively new, so they have not been entirely revised/edited. Please enjoy!

A fresh haiku per every precious day of sweet April

The phrase "not right, nor orderly" comes from John Donne's poem, "An Anatomie of the World," written on the first anniversary of "the untimely death of Mistress Elizabeth Drury," the 14 year old daughter of his patron, Sir Robert Drury. The poet uses her death to represent "the frailty and the decay of this whole world." Wee are borne ruinous: poor mothers cry, That children come not right, nor orderly; Except they headlong come and fall upon An ominous precipitation. Here I am using "not right, nor orderly" to describe how the years of my life have come along "headlong," more and more so as I head into my eighth decade. I do not feel, however, that I was "borne ruinous," nor that I am falling "upon/An ominous precipitation." Figuring out whether or how much Donne really felt so pessimistic about life is one of the pleasures of reading his poem. In some ways, this poem can be read as an expression of the impermanence of this world. Donne was a Christian minister, but his Anatomie conveys views similar to two other teachers who have shaped my life: Heraclitus and Siddhatha Gotama. But the point of these pieces is not literary explication. For that kind of analysis, you can check out my blog www.drivingwithnohands.com. “Not right, nor orderly” also describes how these pieces present scenes from my life in no particular order, not chronological, nor logical. “Narrative” has become quite buzzword in the last few decades. From “narrative medicine” and “narrative therapy” to Alasdair MacIntyre’s philosophical grounding of selfhood in narrative. I don’t know whether or not I have a “life story,” but I do have many stories from my life to tell here.

Poems that show the true meaning of the Spring season.

As spring rolls around, so does intense feeling. Love is in the air as Valentine's Day comes and may flowers begin to bloom. The world starts to seem one hell of a lot brighter, yet some things never change.

An organized way of putting all my poems in one. [cover is not mine, it was found on Instagram @ mariloubiz]

A seasonal haiku poem to celebrate the arrival of spring

Sabrina,a 12-year old girl living in Sanyo helps a friend and then that friend helps her

Sometimes childhood can't be sweet always, for every "little" one... That being said, this written work by me is not portraying itself as depressing. It's just a story, which I felt I should share. Thank you for even checking this out. :) Hope you enjoy reading. :0)

Random Poetry :3

Rose Bridges is attending a prestigious academy called Nobel Arts High. She found out that her biological father was none other than the trillionaire tycoon, Daniel Sakamoto, the CEO of a luxury car band and musical instruments exported worldwide from Japan. Rose learns she has two half-brothers, Shinzo and Tendo, and two step-brothers, Haruto and Jinji. Fortunately, her life changes as she became the main attraction of their hearts and a mysterious daughter to be a trillionaire father.

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