Traces Stories

Never in my life I've thought of being afraid on someone's trace of past, not until I've seen every details and traces of his past. I am and will always be terrified of your past.

"The Home Exchange" follows the captivating journey of Sarah and David, two individuals who swap homes for the holidays. What starts as a simple exchange evolves into a divine orchestration as they uncover unexpected traces of each other's lives in their temporary dwellings. Through shared experiences and mysterious connections, they're drawn closer, culminating in a heartfelt meeting that reveals the hand of Providence guiding their paths. Their encounter becomes a testament to the power of faith, love, and the intricate weaving of lives by a higher purpose, leaving them forever changed and inspired to embrace the beauty of unexpected connections in life.

Autumn, an adoptive child left her home and went into the woods, after finding out the cause to her birth parents death. She had grown up and was cared for by a family who had found her lost in the woods in the middle of autumn. She went into the woods to find her parents or any traces / clues as to where they may be. Clueless, at the age of 21 she decides she must begin her journey now.

She could see the blonde hair, blue eyes, and the black pavement in front of her as she ran. The screaming of voices as she propelled herself forward, away from the hotel that her parents were being murdered in, with tears in her eyes. They wanted her to run so that’s what she did, she ran. She ran for what seemed like hours, miles, all along the same road. Not stopping for water, directions, anything she ran like hell. And then she was out of breath.

a short passage for the August fiction contest by @thefictionawards theme: ex-lovers genre: chicklit ** "he broke me. damn it! he broke me."

I still love you

A poem my Auntie gave me..Who's like an ate to me...Composed when she was still in love for the first time and hurt for the first time..But found contentment accepting it..

Lc is her sister's trace. A fragment, a remnant - her sister's remains. While Cecile, the woman in her heart, for a long time, was her sister's past lover. Can she compete for her remaining love? Is there even love left for her? If her sister is her lover's first love, what is even there for her? Will she remain still and contend for scraps?

All Rights Reserved: @justthebadassme /Aleksandra Mihaleva/, January 2025/2026 A poems collection. When snow falls differently, and the street lights seem to be fading faster than you blink... DO NOT COPY ANY OF THE CONTENT IN THIS BOOK! My feelings, my imagination, my creations!

Needed to write something, so enjoy some pretentious prose or whatever about the mortality of human existence. Y'know, the usual.

We treated the feeling like a trace, small, persistent, uncontested by distance, until the clock stamped 'inconclusive' on what might have been.