Historias de Wishful

There are 2 guys, your crush and your new found love. Who will you choose? Who will be the one to steal your heart? Read to find out!

A short story by Malebolgia

Some wholesome poetry for someone who doesn't have anyone to share their feelings of attachments with. ⚠️ALL THE WORKS PUBLISHED HERE ARE ORIGINAL. DO NOT STEAL.⚠️

The patterns of my thought process are always haywire, and I might as well have a thought dump so I can remember everything. Especially the bad puns. I always forget those. Some ideas might get darker, while some might be light-hearted. Beware, I'm not responsible if I trigger someone.

Another random poem i wrote... sorry its so sad, not very good... xoxo

Why you ?

Alice was never that great at cooking. Her mother used to barricade her in the kitchen, instructing and explaining all the how tos and what to dos but Alice could never grasp it. As she grew older, she realized after many failed attempts the only way to make her cooking dream a success was to fake it. Conjuring up an ancient sorcerer from a coin she found at a pawn shop, she suddenly is granted the ability to cook but all is not what it appears to be as Alice soon learns that you shouldn't wish for everything you want.

This is for Agro. All of it. Agro, if you ever see this...I don't know. I just couldn't keep it in any longer.

FlashCrystal and I have decided to make a collection of inspiring poems that we've wrote ourselves or together. All of the poems are owned by either myself or Flash, so please do not copy or steal. Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Alice fell into Wonderland. This is true. But....what if.....Wonderland wasn't the only world out there? What if....... Alice wasn't the only overly-curious child? What about the others? The Ones That Fell. The first book, Wishful Thinking, is about a little girl Penelope that falls down a Well-- and into a nightmare.

Rose is an abandoned child. A fox is trying to help her to see a wizard so Rose can ask him to make a world for her so she can have a place she can call home

Like a lot of people, I lie in bed at night before I go to sleep and think of situations, what could have been, etc. So instead of just thinking them, I thought to write them, well type them, as well, to create a little place where my imagination can be free.

A lost girl,who loses hope for everything,but soon her future turns into something worth living for.She falls and falls hoping that someday things will turn out for the better.A boy her age comes into her life and changes it for the better or worse.She seems to be he only person who as it bad.He falls to her knees bleeding,but then walks like nothing ever happen...who knows maybe someday she'll turn into the girl who she was before her heading to an orphen,and into a mother's arms who makes her life a living hell.

A gentle breeze brushes against my face and my eyelashes tingle. The yellow and orange coloured trees sway in sync and the leaves fall onto the hard ground.i push my ice white duvet as my warm feet press into the cold,wooden floor.The familiar smell of cooking eggs and bacon fills my nose. I open the front door and pull my soft cashmere jumper closer to my chest. I hear the lock click and start to walk. " I can't be late again" I whisper. As the wind becomes stronger I start to run. Houses rush past me and the coloured of green,yellow,orange and brown blur into one. My hair dances behind me and I start to smile. Bang. My head is centimetres from the ground and my head is being supported carefully by a firm hand.

Lostness is false hope Something that wrenches the soul Wandering, not for a destination But for a feeling to feel whole ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Collection of my thoughts

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