Untitled Stories

Untitled. Written by Arin Dimmhardt (TheCrazyGirlFOS) Third Placer in the Christimas One Shot Competition (#COSC) Entry Number 7 Romance Genre. C. 2017.

I am writing all my childhood - up to now memories because I know I will going to forget them someday. In case I forgot them, I will opened this published book and read it daily. Welcome to my memory, also my trauma and rant dump book, feel free to also read it. PS. I am not writing it daily, I just write when I want to and the memories will randomly popped up in my head. Also, this might be an TRAUMA, RANT DUMP book haha

I have not thought of any full description about my story. I wanted it to be free flow for now as I discover everything about how I write.

Thaddeus Bile's black heart (Thabbeus Bile x Reader)

Người viết: @Ngaokieutieuthu Team: @_Molang_Team_ Pairing : Takamatsu Takuya x Yamamoto Yu

First Series: 7 The day I found him was the same day he disappeared. Amidst silent whispers and loud chants I forgot what his voice sounded like. I forgot what sounded real. He slipped right from my fingers, and he remained the missing note to my melody. -

if only there's one person to listen......

a girl just living her life and figuring herself out, her name is unimportant until the end. until she knows how it defines her. she is just figuring everything out, who she is and what she wants in life she learning self-love and going through the struggles of day to day life

Beauty So fragile and striking A wordless wonder That softens the hardest hearts of men And steals the words out of the most loquacious women It gives you an image We ingrain into our memories Tatoo to our chests Imprint into our minds Beast Traipsing through our flowery memories Only to leave waste Your self confidence and joy stolen from right under your nose By a virus that just won't quit spreading A tumour that just keeps growing A cancer that ravages ruthlessly We soon start comparing everything to this form We start labelling things varying degrees of beauty We start molding ourselves and others into this commonly accepted notion of beauty It becomes a religion A cult If you do not fit their definition of beautiful You are shunned Frowned upon Labelled as ugly, but who are we to chose who is ugly and who is not? If we were all made in Gods image then surely we are Flawless? We don't think so You don't think so We become trapped in the tormenting black hole of our poisoned thoughts Like sitting in a empty room without any other form of life We start thinking we already don't count as life So why not make it official? I fear one day the miniscule strength we have to put down that blade will be gone. Vanished into oblivion And we will hit the ground never to get up again Like fallen stars in a b black sky This is not only my struggle but yours Some have it harder than others But at the end of the day aren't we all on the same boat? We are the oppressed Oppressed by society Oppressed by our thoughts And unfortunately oppressed by these so called comrades All that is left of us are the scarce remnants of a once mighty army Proud warriors The beast stole all our fight with the excuse of beauty Because they are one in the same Beauty is the Beast

Claire Panabaker, gadis itu harus menerima kenyataan bahwa ia sebentar lagi akan menikah, bukan dengan kekasihnya, tetapi dengan pilihan orang tuanya. Ia tidak bisa membantah keinginan mendiang papanya yaitu menikah dengan anak dari salah satu mitra bisnisnya, Matt Morgan. Peter Arnold tulus mencintai Claire. Ia berjanji pada dirinya sendiri untuk terus berada di samping Claire, meski ia harus kehilangan segalanya. Peter tidak akan melepaskan Claire begitu saja ke tangan Matt Morgan. Tidak sebelum ia mati. Menikah hanya dapat dilakukan sekali seumur hidup. Siapakah yang harus Claire pilih untuk mendampingi hidupnya? Apakah ia akan menentang keinginan mendiang papanya menikahi Matt ataukah memilih untuk meninggalkan Peter dan seluruh kenangan manisnya? Bagaimanapun, Peter adalah satu-satunya laki-laki yang benar-benar membuatnya merasa jatuh cinta.

the new story I'm writing for fun! updates won't probably be for a while, but if you could comment and give me feedback or advice, that would be awesome!

Unknown.

". . . and this shall remain Untitled." Stories often start with once upon a time but let me start this one with a simple rhyme. ☆This book is a compilation of short stories; short stories that are written in a form of poems and rhymes. © SyntheticAngel , 2020

A story about finding yourself and making home in the world as it is. Some ramblings to help me become a better storyteller. You should stop by for a spell!

"You were a serendipity... Our lives are connected and our hearts are as one." -JM "We can make new beginnings and create out own story." -JM "What's the name of our story?" -Y/N "it's untitled..." -JM ;) -heYOOO~ first fanfic so psHHHHHHH~

Luke and Maya are married. They have a child together, but their marriage doesn’t seem to go so smoothly.

I just dreamt about this so please bear with me

Ilang araw, nakatayo pa rin ako sa harap ng salamin, pinagmamasdan ang aking sarili na sinusubukang ngitian ang aking mukha. Nakaupo pa rin ako sa aking mesa, gumagawa ng listahan ng mga bagay na makapagpapasaya sa akin, at kadalasan, bumangon ako at iniwang blangko ang papel. Ang paglalakbay ay nararamdaman na masyadong mahaba, pahirap, at madalas na malungkot. Gayunpaman, kapag tumingin ako sa paligid ko, nakikita ko ang mga katulad na ekspresyon sa akin pagod, malungkot galit, nalilito hindi ako nagiisa. May mga katulad ko at marami pa rin sa kanila ang nagmartsa pasulong. Malakas pa rin ang paglalakad sa kabila ng mga butas ng kanilang mga sapatos, sa kabila ng mga hiwa sa kanilang mga paa at higit sa lahat, sa kabila ng pinsalang dinala sa kanilang mga puso. Tinanong ko sila kung paano pa rin sila nakatayo kahit na sila ay tinutuya, pinagtatawanan dahil sa mga bagahe na tila hindi nila kayang bitawan - pagkatapos ay sinabi nila, "magbingi-bingihan ka, mahal, makapangyarihan lang sila kapag ikaw. ingat sa kanilang mga salita." Mahaba ang biyahe, pero at least, na-enjoy ko ang view at naaamoy ang magagandang bulaklak. At siguro, may pag-asa sa dulo nitong lane.