histórias de Unkind

THERE WAS A MAN WHO CAME AS MESSIAH BUT LATER EVERYTHING TURNED INTO A MASSACRE ....... When everyone was facing loss of lives,their families ,food, shelter and everything they had... Women were assaulted badly they were raped there was a disturbing scenario over there but when NAMO came everything was like ......... ■■■■■■■ NOW IT'S OVER■■■■■■■ Everything will be soughted but something more worst was coming towards them..... ♡♡♡♡HEY! Almighty do your righteous with those innocent people...♡♡♡♡ ××××××××× ×××××××××× For more please go and check out my story I am surely not gonna bore you.... And if you like my story plz vote it out.... Vote Vote Vote It's my quote 🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣 🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣 All the best to those who are on this platform - if you have succeeded congratulations Those who are new like me inshallah we will get success ....... 💜💜💜💜💜 💜💜💜💜💜

This poem captures the essence of deep, unshared grief-the kind of pain that lingers when love is lost, and there's no one left to listen. It speaks about the silence of heartbreak, the way love transforms into pain when one person is gone, and the unbearable weight of carrying sorrow alone.

From the ashes of Pompeii, two species have arisen: the Pompeites and the Unkind. These two species are locked in a war, that seems to have no end. So unwillingly, human children are dragged into the battle and forced to fight. But there is deception at every turn, Unkind around every corner and stereotypes between the two species and among the two. The question isn’t who will win the war, but who out of the 14 experiments will survive?

After years of pining, Minho finally gives up on loving his bestfriend who's now engaged to someone else, and now, with Christopher as his new roommate, befriending the boy becomes unevitable, and so is loving him.

Once upon a time, in a peaceful kingdom surrounded by mountains and meadows, there lived a young princess named Elara. She wasn't famous for her crown or her clothes-people loved her because she was kind. She helped animals, comforted people, and always smiled, even when things were hard. Elara's father, the king, had passed away when she was young. Her stepmother, Queen Isolde, ruled the kingdom. Isolde believed that kindness made someone weak, and she often treated Elara in a bad way, keeping her at a distance. Even though it hurt, Elara stayed true to herself. She spent time in the gardens, helped children in the village, and found joy in small things. She believed that love and kindness were stronger than hate. 🌿 One day, while walking in the forest, Elara met a young man picking wildflowers. His name was Prince Aurelian, and he came from a faraway land where kindness was honored. They talked for hours and quickly became close friends. Aurelian saw how special Elara was, and Elara felt safe with him. They kept meeting, and soon they fell in love. When Queen Isolde found out, she was angry. But Aurelian explained to the queen that he loved her. The Queen was surprised. She had never seen someone defend kindness like that. Slowly, she began to change. She saw that Elara's heart was brave and full of love. 🌸 Elara and Aurelian got married in a field full of flowers. Everyone cheered, even Queen Isolde. The two of them ruled their kingdom with kindness and care. And they lived happily ever after.

Thanks for reading I hope that does not happen to you ♡ and I wish you happiness ☆ツ S H T t a A A ap P y P Y

This poem is mainly about my morning anxiety, waking up to pure dread and being unable to sleep as my mind is constantly battling negative thoughts, before realising to live in the present moment where everything is in fact calm. I know this poem is very short but that is my writing style! Also note this is my first time on wattpad so I'm not familiar with writing poems on here! Thank you for reading

Our story starts at the unfortunate demise of a girl know one really knew, Bethany. Where did she go on the evenings and what killed her?

Assalamualaikum/Hey, First of all muslims and non-Muslims can read this book. Its my first time publishing.So forgive me for mistakes and bring it into my account so I won't repeat it further. So,this book includes my poetry and thoughts.Give it a read.I can't promise you it wouldn't be boring but it would definitely quirk someone's interest.Go ahead!

I wiped my eyes once again to see deep piercing green ones looking down at me. More tears came as I saw the root of my anger, and I stood up pushing past him. I tried to run but got pulled back by a hand grabbing my wrist. "What happened?" Clyde demanded angrily. "Get off of me!" I growled and pried his fingers off my wrist and continued to the bathroom. Once inside I went into a stall and grabbed some toilet paper to wipe my face. Why was I always crying? I heard the door open and I tried to contain my sniffling so that they wouldn't hear. Then I looked down to see the feet and saw Clyde crawling under my stall. ~~~~~ Alexa Moore is a crybaby. She can't deal well with her emotions; if she is frustrated, angry, sad, mad, or hurt she can't help but cry. She hates that she always feels the need to cry and tries to stay happy by being unconfrontational, and staying away from jerks. Clyde Wood is seemingly heartless. Through the bad, sad, hurtful, and pissing situations he appears to be tougher than nails. Sure he is happy most times, but in the eyes of many he is a heartless jerk that picks on everyone. If it wasn't for his great looks he'd probably be with the Gothic kids, not the popular ones. That, and he made a hobby of being a player. Alexa meeting Clyde was definitely a recipe for disaster, causing her to shed more tears than in her entire 17 years. The year goes from good to bad to good to bad, and end bad? With so much heart churning events, will there really be a rainbow after the storm?

Stephen Saddlebrook cannot understand why his friend Karen Flint is ignoring him on a daily basis. He didn't do anything to her. Nothing. He will try to get answers from her and find out why she is ignoring him. Stephen eventually makes a new friend since Karen wants to keep ignoring him for no apparent reason.

This is a poem story thing of my life over everyone lie's to me. Makes me fill invisible. Well I guess I'll start writing the poem story thing but first if I miss spell something or mess up don't s try to correct me please and thank u hope u enjoy.

Genevieve Williams has lived with nightmares from ever since she was just a baby, then her relationship didn't work out how she expected it to. She is now a single mother of Two baby girls, Sapphire and Scarlett. She started therapy. But the past which she seems to run from keeps coming back to haunt her. Will she be able to overcome it or will she continue to hide in fear from it? ******************************** (Updates every Friday or Saturday) Copyright©® belongs to me and only me thank you very much. My DM is always open so if you have any questions, feel free to message me.

Kainah Marie Salvador has a happy family like the others that everyone wanted. Nang dahil sa isang aksidente nagbago ang lahat. Her life is like a Darkness because she feel a loneliness and full of sadness. In short 'DISINTERESTED'. Until one day she met the family of Chrase that gave her a Light. Happiness. Care . Hope. and Love. Makikilala niya ang isang lalaki na masungit na nagbigay ng thrill sa buhay niya. Na nagpakulay muli sa kanyang madilim na buhay na puno ng kalungkutan. Itutuloy.......... Please read my story Thank you!... Author's Note: Sana magustuhan niyo ang second story na isinulat ko at may mga grammatical error po at sana wag niyo po husgahan.Thank you. ××××××××××× Please read my story and Vote, comment or share. Thank you! and I'll appreciate that. And follow my Wattpad Account: × mochiexcup × Remind ko lang po na ang istoryang ito ay pawang kathang isip lamang. Maraming slamat po. Sana magustuhan niyo po ito.

One cannot always tell what it is that keeps us shut in, confines us, seems to bury us, but still one feels certain barriers, certain gates, certain walls. Is all this imagination, fantasy? I do not think so. And then one asks: My God! Is it for long, is it for ever, is it for eternity? Do you know what frees one from this captivity? It is very deep serious affection. Being friends, being brothers, love, that is what opens the prison by supreme power, by some magic force. Vincent van Gogh, letter to his brother, July 1880 (ruby's letters may be read in any order, but the oldest is no 1.)

The things I put me, myself, and I through.

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