Wilted Stories

Rescued words from MySpace. Who cares, right?

beauty ˈbjuːti/ noun 1. a combination of qualities, such as shape, colour, or form, that pleases the aesthetic senses, especially the sight. - "what is truly beautiful, i know not, but i know what i find beautiful." #592 in chiCkLiT

some scars never heal

(cover was borrowed from here: https://www.pinterest.com/ram1523/lavender-lilacs/) Wilted Lilacs, a short story about two old ladies and a colorful vase that connects them through their last few months together.

It wrecks your mind. And your heart.

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

Daisy Wright is a sweet, shy and docile girl who is restricted to the shackles of her infirmities by being mute. She had always felt like a sore thumb sticking out but the height of it was extreme in her own house. Her misogynistic father did nothing but loath her. School wasn't any good either. Everyone was busy with their own things and no one had the patience to learn to communicate with Daisy. All the doors from where she could garner some love and affection were closed except for one. Jayson Black. __________________________________________ This is a sequel to Unforgotten Memories, but it can be read as a standalone too! Cover by :- @meesha_lora

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."

Our love died with those flowers... TW: Swearing, Sexual actions, R@pe, Deat#, Self hurting. *SORRY FOR BAD GRAMMAR*

*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."

Would it be asking for too much when she asks him to love her back? Would it be asking for too much when she asks him to kiss her on the lips? Yes. She answered for herself. It is too late anyways.

Emilee can be found on Twitch at Wilted_Roses_Dreams, this is a series of random fanfics about them. Each chapter is a different story. Emilee uses she/they/he pronouns so be aware that ill reder to her with different pronouns at times.

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.

just bear with me & my feelings .

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.

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