histórias de Thesassys

A girl with Social Anxiety who finds comfort in taking photos soon has her whole life turned around when she captures a photo of a boy in the park. What was so special about the boy? Read to find out. ~●~ (Don't own any of these pictures) *Don't steal my ideas* ●Other Works● Facless= Complete Rivals?= WIP Poems to society= WIP Polaroid= WIP

One year before you meet your soulmate, small numbers will start to appear on your wrist. They call this the "countdown" As the number starts to decrease, the numbers starts to fade and that means that you are closer to meeting your soulmate or your other half. Elizabeth Andrews is a girl who had been waiting to meet her other half. Back in high school, she didn't want to leave her love life up to faith and wanted to take her own path in love. This ended up hurting her tremendously. But she still have a soulmate to meet and this is her story.

The morning couldn't have gone better; No memory before waking up, alarms blaring in your ears as you try to piece together anything, a bunch of soldiers pointing guns at your face, running barefoot across a parking lot, and two dudes in squirrel costumes. Yep, this was one way to especially screw up your morning. And it just so happens to be my morning, yea me. ______________________________________________________________ Woken in a strange situation, she can't remember who she is. She can't figure out why everything looks so different. And she just can't seem to come to grasp her new reality. On the run from multiple possible hostiles, she's given only one option: to survive. ✦|BOOK 1 OF THE IDENTITY SERIES|✦ Cover by: @CoLLoRBLiND Word Count: 19,290 All Rights Reserved @CoLLoRBLiND

A collection of poem on Women, their strengths, their perils, their desires, the crime against them and everything encircling women *Mention in the Mystical Awards 2018*

A bundle of flowers...from my garden of thoughts. A collection of poems deep from my heart, mind and soul!

What do you do when you wake up in the middle of nowhere with a mysterious voice in your head, a paralyzed body, a gold chain with a footprint shaped pendant and a blank brain? Karleen Coker finds herself caught up in the middle of a cold murder case and she's hell-bent on finding the killer. But how is that possible, when her only source of memory is a faceless voice. She's seventeen and all she wanted was adventure. He's twenty-one and all he wanted was freedom. Find out how these two work their ways through a life of cruel hatred, deception and betrayal.

Vincent James Edwards stood in front of the wooden preach podium with clutched hands behind his back. Never in his life for the twenty years he had been on this earth, would he have expected this devious fate to cross his path. Arranged marriage? Forced inheritance? It angered him up to the point to complete bitterness. ******* Margaret stiffened next to her father, her fate would soon be sealed. They entered, she acknowledged every passing face but when she saw him, she suddenly felt like she would faint any minute. Margaret couldn't hear anything else but her own heartbeat. Those eyes, such a deep frightening blue, took her breath away. Yet she had fallen in love before any of these thoughts could have risen on the surface. ******* A Short Story from the 19th century. A story about two young adults whose fates are not their own to write.

A collection of seemingly random lives that cross paths in interesting ways, told through the voice of an unusual narrator. A story about Life, Death, and everything in between. -Winner of The Genre Awards 2018: Short Story category- -Thank you to @sophiajinstories for the awesome cover-

Random but relevant poems written by yours truly. Motto: Go for it. Get back on track. Follow your dreams. #82 in poem: 6/9/18 #1 in mypoems: 6/16/18 #836 in poetry: 6/23/18 Started: May 23, 2018 Status: Ongoing

Poetry is a spontaneous overflow of powerful feeling emotion recollected in the tranquillity ~~~~~~~ William Wordsworth. "Voice of heart" is like puzzle for me yet easiest way to explode my ownself. Sometimes we feel so confused and uncomfortable with our own life that we just want leave our life but not kill ourselves. That moment. That moment is when you try to tear yourself apart to give a new birth to your ownself. But something that we have to remember is loving ourselves. We keep on doing that make other love us but we never give a thought that before others we should love ourself.

( NOT UPDATING ANYMORE. ) Revenge- a simple word holding so much meaning, so much power, so much anguish. It ruins someone, it ruins lots of people actually. I was one of them. And Revenge ruined me. In the most fucked way possible. Hear my story, I am Francisca Carlson and I though that I could trust my step-sister again. I was wrong. Dead wrong. « « « « The picture I am using for the cover isn't mine. Credits goes to the owner » Highest ranking #507 mystery/ thriller #5 franny #99 detective All right reserved. ©

Shirk - a term mostly identified as polytheism, but also used to describe evasion of responsibility or obtaining through trickery. Shirk in Disguise is a tale of Reality and Illusion, the Superficial and the Substantial, side by side; the story of Azeema, an intriguing personality with an interesting past and a devastating end. Having grown up with losses and denials, she had longed for the glitz and glamour she saw in others' lives. She came of age surrounded by grinning crocodiles and toxic relationships, clutching at straws. Coupled with her own personal faults which influenced her choices, these finally led her to Shirk in Disguise. However, her parents' choices, the society's views and the vengeful determination of an unforgiving soul also played a part in her story. Hence, it's beyond the story of one or two. Rather, it's a story of All, for All, with messages suitable for all reading ages.

"I know that this might be confusing, Harry. But, sometimes you just need to forgive others. So, that they can learn how to forgive themselves." Is falling inlove to the person that you hurt the most right? What if you still kept on hurting him although you were friends now? Will he still accept you? I HAVE TO REDO THIS. SOME LINES AND PARAGRAPHS MIGHT CHANGE. SORRY!