Traces قصص

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

Just little scraps, pieces of ideas that suddenly come to me. Windows into different realities, fascinating worlds, and exotic stories.

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.

Just a bunch of interviews with people here on the Wattpad. I MIGHT be bringing it back soon, don't quote me on it but if i do you guys will be the first to know, Love, Ominoustomato <3

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?

I never imagine that I can meet a girl like you. You listen to me baby not in your ears but in your heart. I'm loving you more than I can shout. When I'm with you I don't have to spell the word " love ". Cause you, yourself is my language of love. You are simply amazing that I don't need no words. We were so happy. But I don't know why you left, leaving me a rose with the traces of you. (Zacharius Red)

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.

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

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.

Traces,Drawings, Colored Pages, Of Anime, Fiction Characters, OR fun/beautiful pictures I've taken.

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

because a storm, also called as love, passed by and left nothing but traces of mixed emotions expressed in words and written in rhymes. ▶collection of poems at its not-so-finest ▶written by: thepiesces ▶cover by: @leaving_forever

"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.

"VESTIGIUM: Traces of What Was" is a journey through the echoes left behind-of love once held, pain once endured, and moments once lived. These poems unravel the delicate footprints memory leaves on the soul, capturing the beauty in what remains after everything else fades. A collection for those who find meaning in silence, strength in sorrow, and poetry in the remnants.