Thelittlethings Stories

~ THE FACES I USE ARE NOT MINE!!! ~ this is MY story but i did get Inspired by 'Those litte things' so you should go check it out #Cool #mustread #love ✿ A love story like no other! Will they be able to get their lover back ✿ •Private schools aren't always what they seem, so what happens when a new girl comes to town and wins a Scholarship to SOG, will she be welcomed? or will she have to fight her way to survive this year, Koda will face many problems will she be able to get back up from them?•

Just my rant book.

"I lost him when I was 15." I began to cry. "You lost who?" He questioned. "My brother, he was all I had ." Tears began to run down my face. "Oh my god, I'm sorry I didn't know". He said as tears still began to run and he held on to me like he was never gonna let go. Just like Ty.

Little short stories/monologues about some late night thoughts... 🌌 Disclaimer: Some stories include darker themes and may be triggering.

The little things matter the most.

Why do they all make me wonder?

13 year old Draco Malfoy never thought he'd have feelings for the know-it-all Hermione Granger, but after realising his jibes and insults were only to gain her attention, he found himself growing increasingly jealous of her cozy friendship with famous Harry Potter and poverty-stricken Ron Weasley. Can he continue to ignore his feelings? Or can he succeed in capturing the heart of Hermione?

The little things in life. It's such a small thing that leaves great impact on us humans. It plays a huge roll in our nature and can be the only thing people look forward to to make them happy. I am here to give you the thing you've been looking for. It can be typed and ready for all to read. Feel free to leave requests for the next chapter, and if not I can make something up for you all to read. Thank you for being here today, im proud of you! See, that sentence right there that I typed can really impact someones life. You might be the one who needed to hear it.

life, a walk to remember?

When you really want to say something but you can't figure out how to fit it into the conversation. Yeah that's what this is for. Please note that these are all my opinions, I never mean to offend anyone, and I am never going to tell you how to live your life, but this is how I live mine, or how I try to at least, and it's what I believe in. Just random thoughts, rants, epiphanies, memories and who knows what else. The things I think that never get said. Everything written here is mine unless otherwise noted.

When you just need to be someone else. ~Enjoy~ (If you'd like a specific prompt done, send in a suggestion. Happy reading, loves!)

When life gets hard it's important to remember the little things. That's what I'm here to help you do!

A poem about daily struggles and thoughts of the world that may not come up often. A one big question of why and what our purpose is.

Its the little things in life that actually count in the end. Its those late night conversations with your best friend on the phone, trying not to be so loud because everyone is asleep Its the spontaneous venturing into the park The unplanned plans, the way you become friends with someone. After all these moments are the ones that give us the best memories we remember forever. ______________________________________________________________________ "You know when we said that we wanted to meet up over spring break...this isn't what we meant" was all I could say. I didn't get the response I was hoping for though. I was expecting for a smile, a laugh, a joke even but all I got was the monotonous beep of the monitor filling the dead room. I've always liked the silence, but this kind was one that I didn't enjoy very well. I couldn't take it anymore, the tears I've tried to stop flowed endlessly and I had to leave,my best friend hot on my heels trying to calm me down. But it was hard, how could I not cry when one of our best friends was about to die? ______________________________________________________________________ Hey, this description may seem like a downer but I promise that the story is gonna be fun and less of a downer. I had a friend who looked at and loved the little things in life and from them I've learned that its the little things in life that makes a difference and so I've decided to write this story as a way of thanks. !WARNING!- This book contains things about high school and middle school and relationships and humour but it also contains some heartbreaking moments such as death.

A kind of morning that just hits me somewhere I myself struggle to explain.

Sophie summers was different from other people. She noticed the little things. For example the beauty in Matthew Miller. Matthew Miller didn't care to notice the little things. He didn't care for school or his life. He was brainwashed by kids who claim they are better than him. He thinks he's a freak. Sophie summers makes it her goal to help him notice the little things. Because it's the little things that count. Please give this book a chance!! I promise you'll like it and I'll be updating as much as I can and Atleast every day.

Life isn't a disney movie. But it isn't a horror film either. You see, that's the thing about life. You can't define it, give it a name. It's undecided, unknown. And the best and worst thing about it is that it goes on. No matter what, it won't hold back or pause for you. And that, is exactly what makes it so terribly beautiful.

A short poem, I have saved its just something different :)