Verse Stories

𖣐꧁☆*𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓾𝓶*☆꧂𖣐 (ˌdɛsɪˈdɪərɪəm ) noun. literary. a powerful desire or yearning, esp for something once had. ════════════════════════════════════ ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　 ︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹ ,,𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔯𝔶, ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔞𝔱 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℑ 𝔰𝔞𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫." Follow the journey of a boy named Jimmy Donaldson as he traverses his way through life's obstacles. As he learns to find himself in the sea of straight homophobic people. He finds new ,,friends", new places and new occupations. Follow us, vote and comment on every chapter for new updates every second week!

This story is talking about Solstice Sans who destroyed the entire nation by 7 unknown entities. As for Solstice Sans one of him family he will get his revenge for the entity who destroyed his house, kill Solstice Sans family and his best member. Solstice Sans needs to find a way to fight entities. God entities, outer space monsters and anything. Btw this my first time create this story :]

A ship. A tank. A crew. An extra. Below deck. Untold tales. A cryptid and a keeper. An unlikely alliance. Updates 2-3 times a month as I finish them

An everlasting collection of my abstract thoughts.

Ezra survived his murder. Barely. Waking up from a coma in the home of strangers who claim to be his family in a body that's not his, he is forced to confront how the missing pieces of his ten lost years connect to the epidemic, known as Il Tormento, that threatens his future. In a world where Acquitayne, the Goddess of Life, created and sustains humanity on a set of Runes that empower Ezra and his family, known as the Rune Union, with magical missionary abilities, the realms of Heaven, Death, and Humanity may soon merge. As Il Tormento gains strength against populations of both Acquitayne's followers and her murder-bent dissenters, Ezra discovers his Godly gift, and in the process of fighting to regain his memories, he takes his place alongside his loving parents and supportive siblings in a war of fantastical religion.

Hey, brothers and sisters in Christ! I'm just a young guy who loves God and wants to help others know Him better. Every Sunday and Wednesday, from entries in my Bible journal, I will post a Bible verse, a biblical quote, or a Christian hymn. This is a place for Scripture, quiet reflection, and reminders that joy, peace, and purpose can still be found--especially when life feels heavy. Discussions in the comments are more than welcome. Whether you came from my other books or found this collection on its own, you are more than welcome here. I pray that this collection be a light and blessing in your week and a reminder that you are not alone in your Christian pilgrimage. Let us grow together in our faith while looking forward to the hope that WILL be fulfilled in Jesus Christ! Amen. Note: Unless otherwise indicated, all Scripture quotations are taken from the Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers, Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved. Additionally, all hymns belong to their songwriters and creators. I take no credit for them at all.

I write poems born from moments I have truly lived through. Each piece is written from the thoughts that filled my mind during a particular incident, emotion, or phase of life. These poems are not just words - they are pieces of memories, feelings, regrets, silence, and healing. Welcome to my world of thoughts.

The poem was written in blood that had dried brown on the wall. Five lines. The sixth was smeared, as if the hand had slipped - or been stopped. I gave my tongue to the quiet house, My eyes to the mirror's glass, My name to the door that none can open, My shadow to the dark that walks- The rest was illegible. Scratched deep. The police photographer's flash lit it again and again, but no one read it aloud. No one dared. The body on the floor had no fingerprints. They had been peeled away, smooth as wax. That was in 1998.

❝ JOEL MILLER x READER ━━ in joel doesn't want to look after troubled omegas anymore, yet he's stuck with you. » joel miller fanfic. ♡ ♡

🦢 "Whalesoul dreamin', flying in the deep blue world Ocean mist, engulf my moving monumental body To the rhythm of your waves, hypnotized, Lyrical movements tickle heartbeats beneath my feet..." 🦢 Assalamualaikum (peace be upon you). This is a collection of my poetry: from freestyle poems and prose to ballads, sonnets, hymns and anything connected to poetry that emerges from the depths of my soul. Clean, raw words and pure emotions I pen and document. This is a safe space for you, dear reader. Rest your heart here. I hope you love your stay here and spending time with my poetry. I hope they make you feel and seen and heard. Because you are. Copyright © @Lonerwolf135 2019. All rights reserved. No part of this book can be reproduced, published, downloaded or transferred without my permission in any form by any means on any website, otherwise, the consequences will be severe.

Olivia is a troubled teenager. Religion is something she's always despised. What happens when one person shows her that everything she's ever known is wrong? Follow Olivia in this upbeat story version of a devotional.

Genre: Poetry. Summary/Credits: This poem collection is for Warrior_Prophet's 99 Poem Challenge. Special thanks to cristinaaragon for making the book cover. All poems in this collection comprise of different poetry styles. Hope you enjoy! ( ^_^ ) Status: *Complete!* ✓

A new visitor has arrived in the town off sprunki Everything is going great he has new friends and all that until the day comes that'll change everything This was supposed to be a journey of redeem tion ! Then why does he has to see blood again?

Daydreams and nightfalls

Hello! this a Au of omega verse! i hope you guys enjoy. this is my favorite ship, it needs a working progress but it'll get there. I will try to post every week or every other day. please no hate if i forget about this story- I'm very forgetful. so if i don't update within a week or 2 please- comment or something so i remember to update it! Any ways! i hope you all enjoy this story i will try my best on spelling and pontiaition.(i spelt that wrong ignore it please-) so yeah! hope you have a great day or night.

The words feel heavier as i tell you all about my feelings but you just laugh it off like it's just some joke not a slight laughter but an embarrassing one the air around me feels colder and all i can smell is your lavender scented hair brushing through the winds i really try to forget you if only i could, trust me if only i could

seasons change like how emotions evolve here's the start of the end of a story about a heart's default its full of loneliness and unknowing written by a girl who's feelings are still foregoing cover art design by @omgitsliza on insta

This is a book of my collective poems. Every time I write a new one I will add it. Read and comment tell me what you do and don't like. ~CumberbatchedTom @Copyright 2013

Curiosity of myself

ab·strac·tion - /abˈstrakSH(ə)n/ the quality of dealing with ideas rather than events. dis·trac·tion - /dəˈstrakSH(ə)n/ a thing that prevents someone from giving full attention to something else.