Symbolic Stories

Recommended for 15+ (Make you're own call if you think you have the maturity of roughly a 15-year-old or older... you're good) Anyway... Six years have passed since Aaravos fell... Six years of planning, failing, hoping and waiting for what's to come, and just... trying to move on. But no one can predict the future. (Well, maybe Kosmo kind of can). Meanwhile, Rayla and Callum are navigating love, loss, and the unknown. Old enemies awaken, new dangers emerge, and every choice could destroy the world they've fought so hard to protect. Their home. Can they survive what's coming... together? ...Or will everything fall to pieces? The cover art, is edited and designed (Put together...) By me using way too much photoshop, but the base image is created by Hanna Hofer, and the logo obviously belongs to the creators of the show!

This is a compilation of poems, ballads, rhymes, and random blurts from various sources and myself. They are all only one chapter long so every new chapter will have nothing to do with the last. These were written to connect with the soul. Some will with certain people and some will connect with others. Please comment and LIKE, LIKE, LIKE!!! Just to clarify: some of these were not written by me and some of them were.

Between Moon and Sun - Where Hands Speak [Ongoing] 💬💭 Everyone has thoughts and secrets they share with no one. 🗨🗯 💫 Nulas and Vael are just ordinary boys... or are they? There is more to them than meets the eye. 💫 In a world full of riddles and lies, they must discover who can truly be trusted before the secrets catch up with them. 💣💣 [Warning: Cute and a some tradegy] New chapter every saturday (Or whenever) ---- For a brief moment, her expression changed. "If you were my friend in the past", she said quietly. "I would have stopped being friends with you now." What's her problem? "Are you perhaps raci-" "Mind your own business.", she said cold and walked off without saying another word. --- A faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She quickly looked away, hoping no one would notice. That little boy... She shook her head. Always helping everyone else. Her smile faded as a quiet thought settled in her mind. . But who helps you? --- He wanted to prove people wrong. Those who laughed at him for his silliness or his appearance. As the boy walked down the hall he noticed students looking at him with wide eyes and whispering to their friends. "His eyes..." One of the students whispered loud enough for the boy to hear. I'm already used to it. He went to the basketball court and watched the students play together. Never has he played basketball with friends before.

Katelyn Russell was the kind of girl people never forgot. Not because she was loud or wild or reckless. But because she was the gentle breeze that can provide peace even when the whole world is on fire. With a last name that could buy cities and a smile that could calm storms, Katelyn had everything. Money, charm, grace - the whole picture. But not him. Not Chase Anderson She grew up loving him in silence. In stolen glances. While he fell for someone else, she stayed in the background - as the best friend, the second choice, the almost. Will she continue chasing a love that was never hers to begin with? The kind of love Chase only prayed for but never noticed being right in front of him, smiling through pain and longing. *** "So, how does this story end?" He asks her, always eager to know everything in advance. "There's only two kinds of ending to a love story. It's either an ending, which beats all fairytales, or an ending that is more wrecked than any other Shakespeare's tragedies.", and she always liked answering him, without actually answering. "What kind is this one?" "Let's find out, shall we?"

لم تكن مدينة. كانت امرأة. امرأة دفنتها الجدران، وأنهكتها الحروب التي لم تختَرها، وطحنها الظلم حتى صارت رمادًا. وفي ليلة لم تكن تتوقعها، ولا توقعها أحد من حولها... جاءها الغريب. على فرس. ليوقظ في الرماد نارًا ظنت أنها انطفأت للأبد. هذه قصة امرأة. وهذه قصة مدينة تتعلم كيف تتنفس من جديد. It was not a city. It was a woman. A woman buried by walls, exhausted by wars she never chose, ground down by injustice until she became ash. And on a night neither she nor those around her expected... The stranger came to her. On horseback. To awaken in the ashes a fire she thought had died forever. This is the story of a woman. And this is the story of a city learning how to breathe again.

This is the collection of my writings. Hope I make you happy :-)

For those poetry lovers out there here I bring you the first strands of my poetry.First with a Sonnet. Ever wonder how a candle in the wind is such like our life?As the light dances around and flickers. Always shifting, changing the shadows..Soon to blow out and die.

A young girl at the naive age of twelve finds herself drifting along at the whim of the world, struggling to mature and find meaning in each passing moment. What she doesn't realize is that as time goes on, she loses her humanity, her freedom, and her very own voice in The Soundless Garden.

A mother struggles to cope with her son's self-destructive habits, and she must find a way to gain peace from his actions.

A symbolic fairy-tale about the search for the deep; both for children and adults

A short symbolic story about a man and his Matchbox.

Sulyáp Silayá carries the legacy of the Phoenix, a radiant bird said to appear only for a fleeting glimpse before its brilliant rise. In the legend, the ashes of the Phoenix scatter like shimmering glitter, bringing life and fortune to those touched by its flame. From that blessing came the Silayáns, each carrying a spark of the Phoenix within them. Though different in nature-some calm, some lively, some resilient, and some boldly fiery-they are bound by one story and one rising flame. This is the batch lore of Sulyáp Silayá, a story not only about where they began, but about the journey of a hundred and twenty souls who are only just beginning to rise. written by raniaaaa.m hehehehe Let's go Silayá!

When they were twelve, Amara Brooks and Junseo Seo made a promise. Same college. Same future. No matter what. Years later, they keep that promise and find themselves on the same campus, carrying the same whale keychains and the same memories.

M E T A N O I A (n.) : the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life this is my first poetry book, and because this book is not completed yet they are very unorganized. when i'm finished the book will be rearranged. all poetry is mine.

A short story written in the sense of a vent. Written in 2 hours from the top of my head! A small story revolving around the newcomers, souls of which are constantly abused by those known as the cliche. Beings that atrociously, and constantly attempt to go against the souls; Who shall prevail?

This is a coming-of-age short story I wrote in freshmen year! I didn't make any edits (but as a freshman it could've used some 'fresh' eyes) because I'm all about authenticity, ya know. Stephanie and her brother have been through a significant change of scenery, now living with their aunt and uncle, but they aren't adjusting well. This is the story of their late night escape to see their mother one last time... I know it's vague. Trust me. Just read it.