Historias de Unfulfilled

Salena dreams of becoming a beauty artist, but family expectations and financial struggles stand in her way. A short emotional story about dreams that are delayed, not destroyed.

In the haunting depths of unrequited love, one soul finds itself ensnared in the bittersweet agony of affection unreturned. Through poetic verses, delve into the tumultuous journey of a heart longing for love's embrace, only to be met with rejection and despair. As emotions run high and hope wanes, explore the raw vulnerability of a love that defies reciprocity, leaving scars that linger long after the echoes of affection have faded.

Just a random story about me and my crush It can be a enjoyable story that is relatable to someone who is special to you...

An in-depth look at the moments that separate winning and losing, especially during the legendary championship contests of our favorite sports

The Echo of Forgotten Promises centers on Lucia, a young woman intrigued by the mysterious history of an abandoned house in Harrow's End. The house, once filled with life and promises, has stood empty for years, and locals say it holds the whispers of unfulfilled vows and regrets. Guided by stories her grandmother told her, Lucia ventures into the house, hoping to uncover the truth. Inside, she hears faint voices-echoes of the past that reveal love, sorrow, and broken promises. As she unravels the house's secrets, Lucia finds herself connected to its haunting history, discovering the profound impact of promises left unkept and the weight they carry through time.

For all the things that your heart wants to scream out in agony, but is choked down by guilt or some other captor. Simply put, welcome to your corner of unsaid things.

You think you got it figured out...but you're wrong.

A SHORT STORY WHICH TELLS,HOW INTRUSION IN ANYONE'S LIFE CAN LEAD TO DEATH. SOME PEOPLE FACE INTRUSION IN THEIR LIFE AND FINISH THEIR LIFE IN A SECOND,AND SOME BE COURAGEOUS AND FACE THE TRUTH AND LEAD THEIR LIFE TO BE HAPPY IN FUTURE.

Poem. Poetry of soul. A bunch of love poems. If you love poems, then welcome 🤗 Poetry is not something you can bind with any Theory. It can be imagined and futuristic, it can be olden like 20 years in the past, it can be present, it can be a product of overthinking and stress or sorrows or dream infused or a feeling of bliss. It doesn't have to be traditional or rural or sophisticated... Poetry is not a nature's product. It is a poet's strength... Raw inner power.

I found him, only to lose him the next moment.

So close, yet so far.

What draws two people into a romantic interaction? What if not chemistry? How often a chemistry that defies any tangible understanding is the catalyst that creates a relationship and/or ultimately destroys it. In this growing collection of short stories, author Tony Tedeschi explores the connects and disconnects that make and unmake relationships. Novelist, journalist, composer and playwright, Tedeschi is a master of plot, character development, dialogue and the often unforeseen conclusion. Enjoy.

A girl named sophia was in love with his bestfriend without her knowing and when she get to know about it, it was already very late. He was already in a relationship. And the story shows all the things she had done for him, how she was with him in his bad times without any expectation in return and all the secrifices she had done in her one sided love for him. And how she had finally moved on from it....

this is a poem about an unconditional love of a boy who is struggling with his life but with all this going on, he only wants his love. Every hardships become easier for him when his loved one is near him and he wants to achieve everything with her. But at the end he gets every wealth, fame but one thing remains that is his love !

What mystery of life unfulfilled By james a. galgano There are just so many poems can be written about forgotten tomorrow. Just so many adjectives and adverbs or rhymes from which you can borrow. That would make it sound different while always seeming unsimilar yet the same. Which would lead you to call it quits in some loud guffaw to exclaim? Yesterday has become but a gaggle of geese that sinks in stupor or blur. Its almost as if never lived then but it happened though you swear never occurred. Filled with delusions which gather like faeries weaving thoughts in your head. From dreams you wish you would never awake from your final deathbed Today is no better than such ilk filled with things to do and places to be soon. Yet when you arrive you have forgotten why you came there to begin by high noon Its like there is some crusade or jihad pulling you forward with all misbegotten lies. Leading you to the abyss you look often into unable to tell truth from disguise. So where does that leave you but often caught between the spiral of fleeting time? Desperately striving to get a life from the cards you have been dealt so supine.

Not being noticed and not being cared about

If only our eyes could see what they were meant to, the choices to make would be much clearer.