Wilted Stories

Written in a narrative artistic prose on a rhyme scheme, this short story slightly resembles a murder mystery as a widow discovers a letter form her husband's killer whom attempts to justify the killing in psychological perspective.

She wants to change, but she can't seem to. He wants to stay the same, but something holds him back. She's scared of people, their judgements and expectations. He gets all their attention. 2 people, 2 minds, 2 hearts They're obviously different persons, they have different opinions, yet their hearts become one. Will they be able to overcome their differences? Rose is already wilted, but what if Rain comes and and make her bloom again? Book 1 of the Wilted Trilogy

An epic tale of romance, horror, adventure, and strong emotions that suck you into the mind of the main character's head. Meet Princessa Rosalina Maria Vasquez. A Princess of a long ago Spain who is torrmented by the daily acts of her father, the king of Spain, and is haunted by the loss of her mother. She becomes insnared in several love stories and triangles that would normally cause issues in everyday life, nonetheless a long ago Spain. Its a heart racing, breath taking journey and adventure, will you join this 16 year old Princess of Spain as she jumps from what would be considered normal in her family to stop the tyranny of her father and maybe even fall in love while saving the people she cares the most for?

a Poem

Highest: #3 in Poetry #2 in hope #21 in emotions poems about, well, so many things its hard to mention them all

Margo is depressed, her moms dead, her dad abuses her, she feels wilted, what will she do.

𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓉𝑒𝒹 "𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘, 𝑠𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑠𝑖𝑛'𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑟. 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝘩𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑔𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑎𝑐𝘩 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝘩𝑜 𝘩𝑎𝑑 𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑢𝑝𝑜𝑛 𝘩𝑒𝑟."

BLOOM, A collection of random poems and thoughts. Bloom, Among the wilted Inspite of your feelings Don't let it down Just bow down Bloom, Wherever you are planted Even when the snow's falling Brace yourself Be strong Bloom, Pushing yourself aside Up to the expectations Without a care Oh don't you dare To even defy The rules that are played Don't ask why All you have to do is sway To the melody that is played Bewitching all the beauty To fall apart Oh my dear, just bloom.

Poetry to nourish the soul and mind, for better or worse.

just bear with me & my feelings .

"Why is Zayn all over Google?" "He's kind of very famous." Kyrie Parker is an aspiring artist and when she gets accepted into her dream school, life becomes a whole lot more interesting. She meets a mysterious boy, who's unique name is Zayn. But fate toys with her, and that mysterious boy is actually famous. He isn't just Zayn, he's Zayn Malik, international popstar. And what happens when Zayn has a girlfriend? Kyrie Parker is faced with a whole lot of hard decisions, especially regarding work, opportunities, and love. She doesn't know what she should put first, but she does know that life is not going to get any easier. And when Zayn's crazed fans get thrown into the equation, her life in England is one filled with laughter, hurt, tears, and flowers. But the question is . . . Will those flowers grow and thrive, or will they wilt away into nothingness?

{completed} {harrystylesXlukehemmings} Harry loved Luke more than anything in the world, more than himself which was why he was dying. He smiled when he felt petals push up his throat, ignoring the metallic taste in his mouth as he coughed out bloody petals of love. His love blossomed for Luke and grew till he couldn't breath. And whoever said love can't kill obviously never heard the story of the flower and his poison.

*coming soon* I never quite understood the saying 'Life is like a box of chocolates, you'll never know which one you get.' There is almost always a selection, or another brand, or even a knock off. You only get one life, and it's never truly your choice. So how is life like a box of chocolates? My life was never supposed to be this way. I was supposed to become a strong woman, with something to my name. I would be a mother, a wife, a role model. It never quite happened like that. And now I'm left wondering if. If there was something I could change. If there was a way out. If I was the one to blame. If I would survive. ----- Sophi Whitman is the second youngest child of renowned chef Cameron Whitman. As a businessman and owner of a popular string of restaurants, Sophi's father is more well-off than well-off. Paired with Sophi's mother, Hailey, the creator of a well known and respected magazine company, Sophi's parents are a power couple, having taken the world by storm with their never-ending courage and influence. So how did Sophi, the product of two strong, independent people, find herself stuck in an abusive relationship? ----- "Just when you think you are safe, life will find a way to remind you that you are not. And this is very real."

Dahlia Thomas, an actess in her twenties, is one day alerted by the cry of a little girl who has discovered the corpse of Jonathan Thomas, her husband... Our heroine will have to overcome this ordeal, learn to live without him and to move on.

Blurb: Wilted,dead,forgotten,and pain so much pain.These are my only feelings the one thing that keeps me from hanging or overdosing myself...Well that and the rest of my family... The small whispered screams seemed to go no where. The somewhat stifled sobs echoed the around the small room. Their almost inaudible footsteps, their quiet short paced breathing were what we were straining hear. My eyes began to quickly scanned over the room counting and marking each kids hiding spot when I noticed Jesse's fiery red hair and her pale blue eyes staring back at me. I shook my head and mouthed 'Not yet' in her direction, watching as she hid herself once more careful not to make any more noise than necessary."Their here" Brenden whispered just as three men heavily armed with guns made their way past towards our room. "This is it, were going to di-." Brenden's grip on my hand tightened signalling me to be quiet.

Wilteds story...

{a collection of poems} "nothing kills a man faster than his own head." #379 - January 9, 2016

Fresh blooming dreams Dehydrated daisies Dying petals Wilted flowers