Wildflower Stories

"Don't look at me like that, Della." "Like what?" Shane's eyes stay on mine. "Like I'm somebody you can trust." I frown. "Maybe I do." His jaw shifts. "Then you don't know me as well as you think." WILDFLOWER In which a farm girl who has spent most of her life keeping the people she loves safe finds herself drawn to a man who has already learned that survival sometimes comes at a cost. SHANE WALSH x FEMALE OC slow burn • canon divergence • the walking dead

He built a fortress around his heart. She brought a wrecking ball and a secret. Elias Thorne is a mystery in Oakhaven, A solitary figure and the owner of a successful tattoo franchise, his wealth is as carefully guarded as his silence. He is the quiet grump the whole town wants to decipher, but no one ever gets close. Elias likes his life neat, organized, and utterly empty of anything that could remind him of love and loss. Then June Hayes arrives. Burnt out from the new york art scene and pregnant via a donor, June is determined to create a peaceful, new life for herself and her baby. To the locals, she's just a sweet, new artist. They have no idea she's also viral sensation with over a million followers who sells her work to the A-list. June sees Elias's grumpy exterior and smiles. She needs a friend, and she has decided the broody, ball cap wearing man (no seriously I never see him without a hat on - June) across the street is it. She invades his quiet space showing up at the inkwell every Tuesday and spending the day, sharing her music, and poking at his meticulous order. Elias fights it all, clenching his jaw and pulling his cap low to hide the truth: he fell for the Wildflower the minute she crashed into his life. As June begins posting subtle, faceless photos of him, their reluctant friendship turns into an online viral romance that threatens to expose both of their secrets. How do you guard a heart that already belongs to a Wildflower, a baby, and a life you swore you'd never have? And what happens when the most careful grump in Oakhaven blurts out, "That's my wife," just to stay by her side? Tropes: - Grumpy x Sunshine - He Falls First - Protective - Pregnancy - Small Town - Forced Friends - Friends to lovers - Secret Identity CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE AND NEEDS EDITING

Scribbles humbly offered by Mama Magie @PenumbraMINE Impressions from Across the Sea : BESSA and Borson BESSA will always be capitalized as She, Her, Hers. Borson will always be capitalized as He, Him, His. together -They, Their. other will be presented as lower case pronouns. A collections of comments inspired by BESSA, written by Rachelle Mills @WhiskeyQueenn https://www.wattpad.com/553975895-bessa Impressions from Scent of Sand : ELSKA - Elska and Shamus https://www.wattpad.com/story/176015068-elska All these are reproduced with the permission of Rachelle for the International Wildflower Pack @Inter_Wildflowers #iwp #WildflowersUnited

What is y/n going to do? Will she say yes or will she say no?

Come in! Have a seat. Your tea is waiting. Perfectly brewed to your taste along with a slice of Red Velvet cake. And by the way, The Grand Bouquet is waiting at The Forbidden Garden. The handpicked flowers are arranged neatly at the center, awaiting you. Beware though, The Flower of Sin, The Alraune, The Dark Flower, The Eye of Death and The Petal Thorn are somewhat impatient. And last but not the least, water them with blood, will you? They are starting to wilt.

ʟᴀɴɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴇꜰᴛ. ɴᴏᴡ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ꜰᴏʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴋᴇɴᴅ, ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʀɪᴘ, ᴏɴᴇ ʀᴇᴜɴɪᴏɴ... ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜱᴏ ꜰᴀʀ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ. ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴀᴅᴇ. ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴇᴅ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ... ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ.

A poetry and prose journal of sorts. Be forewarned though, you might not get what you are expecting. Added to on a semi-regular basis.

THIS BOOK HAS ALL THE SONGS FROM CALM!!! A book of 5sos lyrics for when you're too lazy to google them Hey everyone. I'm not going to continue this book when 5sos release new music. I hate what this app has become. Sorry everyone.

A collection of poems

A collection of poetry and short stories by a struggling teenage girl(?) who has been through more than most people she's ever meet. Maybe one day it really will get better. Maybe one day I'll be able to actually tell them. For now, I think I'll stick to my silly little words arranged into my silly little stories.

A collection of nontraditional poems/phrases. I am an amateur and I know they're not poems but these are just my mind flowing creatively at 4am. Warning: may contain some depressing stuff. Cover made by: @january8th

He used to take me where the wildflowers grow

May isang malaking Isla na dati ay isang gobyerno lang. Ngunit ngayon ay nahahati na sa dalawang bansa. Isang mayaman... Isang mahirap... The Heart of Island is the rich one. Sinasakop nito ang 2/3 ng kanang bahagi ng Isla. Habang ang Isla Verde ay 1/3 lang sa kaliwang bahagi ng Isla. Kahit iisa ang lupang kinatitindigan ng dalawang bansang ito ay marami ang pagkakaiba. At hindi rin magkasundo ang dalawang bansa. Ang mga nakatira sa Isla Verde ay tinatawag na Verdenian. Habang ang mga nakatira sa The Heart of Island ay tinatawag na Islanian. Sinarado ng mga Islanian ang border sa pagitan ng IV at THI upang walang makapasok na mga Verdenian. Ngunit, may isang dalaga na mataas ang pangarap para sa kaniyang bansa, ang Isla Verde. Gagawin niya ang lahat upang matulungan ang kaniyang lupang sinilangan. Si Isabella Louissiana Ortiz y Tallano. Ano nga ba ang mangyayare sa kaniya sa pag pasok niya sa loob ng The Heart of Island?

This is going to be a story about songs i will mostly do country but i may do a few other kinds. I can take requests it may take a while to get to them though. And lastly i got this idea from @Cuddygirl3. Hope you enjoy!

Trapped in a suffocating world of her own mind, a young woman named Blue finds herself lost in a sea of wildflowers, a constant reminder of the life she's never known. Meanwhile, a mysterious doppelganger emerges, embodying the freedom and rebellion she's always desired. Clad in leather, this mirror image lives the life she's always dreamed of, but it never was a dream to be with a man incapable of love. As the trapped woman's memories of past relationships resurface, she's forced to confront the scars that have held her back. But as she becomes increasingly obsessed with her doppelganger's life, she realizes that reminiscing about the past can be a destructive force, threatening to consume her entirely. Told in three separate timelines of denial, anger, and acceptance of the ending of one relationship and the beginning of the complex nature of coming to terms with the ending of a one-sided love story. The short story is an epistolary which refers to their not being the utilization of dialogue and is told through the presence of imagery and sensory details that convey the story's message through the eyes of the main protagonist. Inspired by Billie Eilish's haunting song 'Wildflowers', this short story is a poignant exploration of the devastating consequences of nostalgia and the struggle to break free from the shackles of past heartaches.

"It's true what they say; you can never go home again... Until now, everything in Birmingham had glowed with a faded sense of familiarity. The buildings, the pavement, the people. Walking up the stairwell, any sense of certainty was clouded. I didn't know what to expect. I was going to meet a stranger today, even though we had already met." After 12 years in the US, you have returned home to Birmingham. The struggling owner of an editorial company, you've spent two years hustling and begging with nothing to show for it. With no money and nowhere to go it seemed like all hope was lost. Until one day, when the past came knocking on your door. But with a forked past marred by shadows and blood, love becomes Vendetta. "I remember when there was homework to run from and wildflowers that grew in the hedgerows. Had I known what was to come, I might have run further and picked many more..." A Violette Portrait novel - Vendetta

SAMPLE ONLY. This book is PUBLISHED! Cassius Denver Valentine lost his mate. . . Now he thinks he's a monster. I just think he's broken. There's old blood on his hands and despite his efforts, it sticks to him like a second skin. I see the blood, but more so. . .I see him. And for some reason, he doesn't hide from me. I want to kiss his scraped-up knuckles. I want to tell him that he doesn't have to keep suffering. He's already bled enough. Problem is, when you love someone so fiercely, you also run the risk of being burned to ashes. Let the unraveling begin.