Wishfulthinking Stories

The ocean is sick. Esmé is sicker. And somewhere between dreams and waking, something is stealing crowns. Esmé is living with a severe bone condition that draws her life inward, while everything around her quietly unravels. Friends drift without goodbye. Her father returns after five years of silence, present but unreachable, as if distance has become a second language neither of them knows how to unlearn. In Pelagia, grief does not announce itself. It accumulates, like salt in the throat, like weather that refuses to pass. The Sea is spoken of as though it remembers, as though it keeps what the town cannot hold. Then Luna arrives with a wish. Not a cure, not a repair, but something that bends the edges of what is possible. Something that might change the Sea itself, though nothing in Pelagia comes without cost. And still, something is stealing crowns. A story about grief, growing up too fast, and learning how to love a world that might never be saved.

It is what it is

Pt.2 of opening up and where my head is at

The unrequited love of a mirror for their owner.

My story of my almost love. Someone I would have done anything for. Someone who didn't love me in true. Someone who only wished to watch me burn. Let this be a trigger warning for mature and heavy content. Severe mental health issues, drug use, suicide, death, eating disorders, and self harm will be mentioned.

A kite in the sky if slips from hands, the string scars the same hands that held it from getting lost in the infiniteness

Phases of mind - some of my poems I wrote/will write in some of situations or phase I was/am in. ********* this is my first time writing on Wattpad. I don't know much about it but I hope y'all will like it *********

*:..｡o○ where I write about the person consuming my thoughts♡ ©sunlitsoftie

One day Ashley realises something that she had never noticed before. she liked her best friend, no she was madly in love with her best friend.

In which a girl receives a secret admirer as her Christmas present *** Erin Walker was expecting a lot of things for Christmas. A new phone, a new purse and maybe, even an entirely new wardrobe. But one thing she wasn't expecting was an advent calendar filled with thoughtful gifts, each with a sprinkle of clues as to who the mysterious secret santa was. Who has been sweet enough to do this for her and will he show up on Christmas just as he promised? __________________ [started 27/11/17 completed 25/12/17] ©2017 by cynicswereoutraged

Just a girl in her 20s struggling to make friends

" I did not expect that the church that became part of my childhood would also be part of my future" -Harriet

What happened after the meeting with the parents and school? What happens to Anne and Sasha? (Movie fanfiction)

mostly sad poems

The words I wish they would tell me (but I know they won't). UPDATE: Hi! This is me now. I'm not so angsty anymore (at least I hope I'm not)! I still have feelings for this person, but thankfully it's mellowed out into something more manageable.

"They tell you you're a shooting star, and you believe them. You get used to the praises, to people pointing at your trajectory, predicting a brilliant future. But what happens when the star doesn't want to burn that way anymore? When it plummets, not in a blaze of glory, but in a slow, silent fizzle?"

We all have that star we would expect to see at night. What if someone is also watching that star, baka siya yung maging Mr. Destiny mo. Lahat naman talaga ay tinadhana sa lahat na gawin naatin. When you see a shooting star, wish mo kaagad na sana mangyari yan. Kahit di na natin alam kung saan na tayo, we won't give up. pagdating sa kanya, you may be hurt, be loved, get caught, and feel your wish come true. Kahit noon pa yun pinapangarap at makalimutan mo na, yung puso ma ay maging utak and you will remember all the things you did.

poem

Mix of anything in life one day at a time

Just some things I thought up while going to bed