Sweater Stories

Some of my poems. I can't say if they're 'dark' or 'light' if you know what I mean, because there is a mixture.. But I must warn you; I mainly right poetry when I'm a leetle depressed... So you have been warned.. :L

ciara has been with her boyfriend, jeff, for a very long time and hopes they soon get married. when ciara notices jeff missing from a few softball games without telling her she gets worried. after events turn, not in her favor, she's left devastated to leave her crying on her brother's shoulder. but instead she finds someone else. lowercase intended. nothing against jeff christmas sweater and ciara just kinda look cute

If it wasn't for the rain, he never would have found me. If it wasn't for his car's leaking roof, he never would have stayed. If it wasn't for the boy in the red, soaked-through sweater, I would have never realized how great life sometimes really can be. He doesn't want to admit it, but Harry is officially lost. Stranded on a dirt road in the middle of a freak snowstorm with no gas and no reception after venturing too far away from his hometown of Holmes Chapel, he has little choice but to go out into the rain and search for a warm place to settle into for the night -- there is no way that he is going to spend the night inside of a cramped, leaking rental car. He is just about to give up hope when he sees a street mall with a coffee shop in the distance. It's the only shop with a light on, so he takes a leap of faith and makes a run for it. And that's where he meets Juno: gentle, hardworking Juno Cherry, the nineteen-year-old that closes up her aunt and uncle's coffee shop every Saturday night and the nicest person he's ever met. A night full of wool blankets, hot cocoa, and meaningful conversations with a beautiful girl makes Harry begin to seriously consider never leaving this shop. A night full of oversized sweaters, indie music, and secrets -- as well as a promise to be visited again -- makes Juno realize that maybe closing shop every Saturday isn't so bad after all. {All right reserved; I own everything except Harry Styles, sadly.} {Cover by the amazing @halcyon. x}

“so let me hold, both of your hands, in the holes of my sweater” he didn't have an addiction to sweaters, he had an addiction to where you could use them for. • this is completely made up. I don't know any of the boys personally, neither do I know any of the other famous persons in this book. • « this might contain adult language, self harm and depressed thoughts. self harm is never the solution, and if you're dealing with any problem, feel free to DM me. »

I stopped kissing him and looked at him. His brown eyes sparkled from the bright signs around us. "Remember the first time we met?" Asked with a huge smile on his face. "Of course a remember that you purposely spilt a Starbucks Frap on me." I smiled and fiddled with his shirt collar. "Well if I knew any better, I wouldn't of spilt it on you." He smirked, it melt me. "At least I got a sweat out of it." I said looking at the ground. "It was my favourite sweater." He fake pouted sticking out his lips. I laughed, he was Sequel to sweater a Daniel Skye fanfiction

"Isn't it funny how day by day nothing changes but when you look back everything is different.." ~ C.S. Lewis

~•Resumo•~ ~~~~~~~~~~ Why would ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty... You gave her your sweter! It's just polyester... But you like her better! ~I WISH I WERE HEATHER~

September writing prompts combined into this short piece of fiction: - scene start ("She stared at... 'Hello again'") - red sting soul mate story - create a dating profile for a character

In the world of fashion, few materials evoke the sense of timeless elegance and unparalleled luxury quite like cashmere. For women who appreciate the finer things in life, cashmere is not just a fabric; it's a statement of refined taste and sophistication. Today, we delve into the exquisite realm of women's cashmere, exploring the allure of Cashmere sweaters and cardigans that embody the epitome of luxury. Join us on this sartorial journey as we unravel the Cashmere Chronicles, where comfort meets couture.

I always looked at her.. every day I saw her get a little more lonely, a little more sad and a little more silent. She always had sweaters on every day. My favorite was the green one, it looked big on her tiny little bones..but one day the sweater girl disappeared...

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Welcome to the first annual 25 Days of Watty, an idea established by @firestar4ever! Every day, from December 1st-25th, 2015, we'll be publishing something special in this book. It could be anything from holiday stories, to Warriors carols, to HUGE announcements! Stick around to celebrate the holidays with your favorite WattyWarriors!