Stare Stories

I am going to try and upload a poem a day.

Młoda adwokatka wiodła spokojne życie dopóki nie dostała telefonu z informacją o śmierci biskiej jej osoby. Pod presja musiała wszystko zostawić i wrócić na stare śmieci żeby pożegnać kogoś z godnością. Ale czy na pewno trzeba się żegnać? Czy trzeba rozgrzebywać stare rany? Debora musi sobie z tym poradzić bo nikt inny się tego nie podejmuje. Chociaż jest jeszcze jedna osoba która może pomóc rozwikłać tajemnicę ale czy da się odnowić tak stary i zagmatwany kontakt? I czy Debora poradzi sobie z tym wszystkim mimo tak licznej pomocy? Czy je depresja powróci?

Vanessa is an author. Her fiancé Rick, is a photographer. The two take a trip to Mexico during the annual Day of the Dead 3-day festival on a job assignment. When they return home, Rick starts noticing changes in Vanessa. But Vanessa thinks it is Rick that has begun acting strange. Can he pinpoint the cause and reclaim his fiancee before it's too late?

A love story of two souls who knew that they can never be together Guyssss Get ready for a roller coaster ride of emotions. You will get to experience all sort of feelings. A story which will take you back to your high school. Those were the golden days of all our lives. I bet you this story will remind you of your school love/crush who we can never forget. So coming back to the story it is a "TRUE LOVE Vs FATE" concept. Fingers crossed while hoping for a fairy tale ending

Every night I look up at the moon, and I know it will be there.

this poem is about the people who just judge you by way you look at then

When Erene finally had her past covered up, things start happening again. and they are digging up her past bit by bit. when she finally told her bestie her past, she faces more problems than she begun with. and then there was a tradition tying her down. would she dare defy her tradition? Or maybe what if all this was fake? or maybe not? would she manage to keep on running and avoid everything while losing her beloved and most importantly... who she was...

Thank you to my wonderful Kitkat for making me a gorgeous cover. I love you :) @KaityElisa

Staring at a view and feeling just looking at it is not enough, being captivated by the moment isn't enough, I need to do something. But the best thing to do is appreciate nature and be thankful for all the scenic sites in this world.

Gemma Jones does not belong. Her family are alcoholic drug users who enjoy making her life a misery. People shove past her at school like she is invisible. She is a lonely teenager, with no one to make her feel welcome in the world. The only place she really belongs is in the magical woods, a beautiful green haven, filled with birds and berries bursting with tongue tingling flavour, her only friend a wonky tree. So she is delighted when she meets a girl in the woods, and starts her first ever friendship with someone. But the girl is not being entirely truthful... and hides a sinister secret that threatens to destroy Gemma's whole world... On top of that she meets a boy, who turns her life around, makes her feel special, but he too has a secret that, if discovered by Gemma, could put her in perilous danger...

one shot story

Xenas' life has been filled with suspicion and secrets. Her best friend, her first love and her creator were all wrapped into one, so how could he dissapear for 4 years and leave her? Lately her life has been more out of the ordinary than usual, with heartbreak and mystery just around the corner. But hey, who said being a "blood thirsty monster" was easy? Is it possible it could get worse? When walking through the woods on a bright moonlit night Xena meets a vampire who puts upon her a curse. Now on a mission to save her life, will her heart conquer all? Or does something utterly unforgivable, fill her heart with poison?

An ancient, miniature fortress buried in the desert hides a dark presence, with two long-dead skeletons sprawled before it-silent proof that whatever stirs within has waited for centuries to claim again.

The map lit up in thirty different places, all lined with numbers, one to thirty. The one thing that Gold and Irene had discussed was that the Death Spell will go off with intervals every year. Though Gold had thought it was in silent discussion that his home town would not be destructed, he was sincerely hurt. Because the fifteenth city to be destructed was Irene’s birth town, and Gold’s hometown, hidden beneath forests and rivers. Stare.

Dużo cringu. Bardzo dużo

this is a poem about cone. enjoy.