Wishyouwerehere Stories

"I have lived this long, haven't I?" It's easy to lose a child in a mall, or even around the house, when they're quiet. They hardly say a word, when they should be talking, and chattering, at 6 years of age. They have started school, and are making connections between people. They are growing up, yet they do not speak. They never said a word, when they were picked up by 'workers' of their family. They never dared to yell, when they were slapped with a piece of tape across their mouths, and bound to chairs for hours. They were 6 years old then, but they are 18 years old, and times have changed. No longer do they hold their breath when someone tells them too. You are on their land, and they have the control. They do as they please, because if they didn't, tomorrow may never be there. They go to sleep, knowing they have made a life for themselves, and awake, knowing they lived through the night. Astrid, Asher and Avery, live with knives to their throats every single day, without a single clue, after 12 years, if they are ever going to make it out alive. They always have an eye on the exit, and even debate taking it, but then, they would cost themselves their lives, wouldn't they? They wouldn't know, unless they walked through that one door, and saw the other side of the world. The other side of that door. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Started: 30.03.26 Finished: -

I miss you so much, I hope you know how much I love you, and I really wish you were here... He's my Greatlove and my one and only Love...

A poem for my grandma.

TSL - SIAFB - YAY

CONTESTS!! This is just some way for my loving followers to get to know a bit more about me! :) Extra: Updates about any of my stories and I might publish spoilers so.... 4-11-20

I don't know what to classify this under. It's just thoughts and emotions that I have to express...

This will be a dedication to my sister marina she died at 22 and I miss her like hell.

Just me pouring my heart out to someone who doesn't want to know how I'm feeling. The messages I want to send to him but I never could. The mourning of our relationship and the love we once had. The difficulties of trying to move on while you keep me attached. The process of trying to let you go, the good the bad and the ugly. Posting my messages for the people who gave someone their all and wanted nothing in return but their happiness and they still got their heart broke. Just the beginning of the long process of letting someone you're in love with go because they don't want you anymore. If you can relate to my messages, I'm so sorry.

Him

TBD

all in all, you're just another brick in the wall.

a collection of sentences i've written.

I'm not okay (but that's okay). Here lies the journal of a girl who lost her dad and her journey since.

I miss you.. I miss your face.. I miss your touch.. I miss your feels.. I miss your kiss.. I miss your hug.. I miss your presence.. I miss everything... "Wish you were here.."

Maria and Noah have been best friends for a long time. Forever, it seems. They have always been there for each other, through good times and bad. Even when it felt like Maria's life was falling apart at the seams after the death of her father, Noah was there. But what happens when Noah is no longer just a bike-ride away? ***************** This short story is told through something I like to call snapshots: a collection of single scenes, disjointed fragments of a story. Individually they don't tell us much, but together they make a single narrative. Please let me know what you think! If there is enough interest, I may add more snapshots than what I have planned, or may even turn it into a full-fledged story. PS: I do not own the photo on the cover. I found it on the internet, and it was the inspiration for this story. No copyright infringement intended, should any copyright exist for the photo.

"I do not know how to start again, but I will force. I will not forget you, Love. Thank you for the concern you have given. Thank you, Bokuto. " ENGLISH VERSION