Trueshortstory Stories

[3/3] ❛❛Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while so that we can see life with a clearer view again.❜❜ - Alexa Tan © 2018 all rights reserved by fl...

This is a story about my life. I had always dreamt of becoming a beautiful successful woman, and that all changed after my step father molested me. Innocence taken, and...

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Claire Davis. Genius, kinda pretty, introverted, kind. Her life has never been in such rock bottom until he comes along. Callahan Taylor. Genius, introverted, piano mast...

I realized that the moon does not miss the stars. Even if the stars openly express their longing, or are lost in the black clouds, the moon remains silent.

some things are better being unknown than being known by the person. copyright © by presentensee 2018.

Gadis itu termenung di bawah pohon jambu, misterius tetapi memiliki raut kesedihan dan berjuta harapan.

[DONE] The question is why are you waiting while he isn't sure to come back for you? 'At dusk, always know when he must return to color the earth

"This love is tainted I need you and I hate it You're caught between a dream and a movie scene." Cover by @itsamelsta

Dalam setiap pahit yang menyambut, rasamu selalu melebur.

Manis senyum itu sungguh membuatku tersipu malu. Kalimat sampai ketemu sudah menjadi mantra bagiku. Aku terpaut dalam segenggam kenyamanan yang kau tawarkan semenjak pag...

Aku begitu cengeng dan aku membeci diriku yang seperti itu Aku ingin terlihat tegar di depanmu

Karena hujan bukan penyebab seseorang harus bersedih. Ditemani kue yang manis, hujan gerimis bisa jadi romantis.

Rasa sakit hati yang terjadi ketika seseorang meninggalkanmu, namun masih meninggalkan segala sesuatu miliknya di sekitarmu.

Karena aku tak bisa berhenti memikirkan wajah maskulinnya yang hingga sekarang hanya berupa siluet di benakku. Aku belum hapal detail wajahnya seperti apa. Karena ka...

This story about you and me between rain

Makanan di rumah sakit tidak enak walau dibilang bergizi, aku kangen roti selainya Bang Rion, sup jagungnya Mama sama kopi panas milik Papa, aku kangen pagi hari di meja...

As I turn the kaleidoscope round and round It collected the light that came from the window The boy from back then was the prisoner Of a fleeting dream of primary colors

Ini tentang mimpi seorang anak kecil yang ingin sembuh dari sakitnya

Cerita pendek yang ditulis secara estafet oleh Dista, Vey, Ratih, dan gue sendiri a.k.a chaching_kremi