Wistful Stories

(✿◠ᴗ◠) : in a small town, summer lingers in quiet fragments - the hum of cicadas, the scent of wet pavement after rain, the gentle sway of a wind chime at your open window. you never meant to keep a record of him. the old camcorder was supposed to be for someone else, just proof of passing days. but then he looked up. and suddenly, every tape carried more than you planned. he laughs too loud, moves too fast, says things before he can stop himself. still, there are moments - under the awning, by the vending machines, beneath the lanterns - where silence says more than either of you know how to. what do you keep when memory is slippery? what do you show, and what do you hold back for yourself? sometimes the most important parts are the ones you never press play on.

These are one shot poems I wrote. These are just stanzas I thought and wrote down. I hope you enjoy. COPYRIGHT NOTICE: This work is owed by the poet/author. Please do not attempt to plagiarize. This work may not be reproduced in any form, language or apps without the authorization from the author.

When my emotions get too much to handle, this is where I put them. New name! Used to be Simple Minded, is now called Amorphous © Katelyn_is Even though this says 'completed' It will never be finished. Parts will still be added :)

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A shaggy break from the ruthless run, the world races. Amongst the billions caged within their havens owing to the raging pandemic, Chhavi takes to her own world trapped inside the 6.3 inches screen of her Samsung M32 where her interaction with a mysterious stranger on textmeup.com makes it difficult for her to focus on the off white, monotonous life of hers, her reality. In this era of heartbreaks and cosy dates, will her obsession with a person she has never touched or seen fructify to be poisoned with that one knife whose cut seems sweeter than the nectar..... "love"? or is this stranger going to be a stake to all things she holds "normal"?

A Letter to Everyone I have, Do, and Will Love, As well as My inner child, current self, and who I will become. Cover Photo Taken By my Dear Friend, Christian Montney.

"Wistful" is a collection of romantic short stories. These are all my own original idea's and are not full stories.

Hey, it's me, Tyler! Though I guess you know that already. It's been a while since we've sat down like this, but I don't mind. I know it's busy where you are, and finding time to sit down and relax can be a bother. I don't mind though. I've got my memories to keep me company. Call me cliche, but I think my favorite is how we met? You really don't remember? Pfff...no, you just like hearing me tell it to you. Anyway, it started back when Elliot dragged me out one night...

a collection of thoughts that I can't seem to speak out loud

This isn't a story. This is a letter from myself to myself. Kinda like diary. Here is all of my melancholic thoughts and other dramatic things in my life. I don't have someone to talk about it, so I'm sharing it here. P.S. Nevermind about my grammar okay? English is not my main language. If you have grammar corrections, kindly message me. Thank You. (Started: 1-11-18)

A short descriptive piece about grief, regrets and recovery.

Join me (an amateur writer) as I write poems revolving around the topic of Emotional events. Life experiences. And Love. Mostly unrequited and one sided. But, ah yes. Love.

Elliot is in a coma. At least, he doesn't know that-all he remembers is waking up on a beach in a strange dream world with no real memories of his own. He doesn't even remember attempting at his life, the cause of his coma, or his friends and family waiting for him in the real world. Elliot only knows that whatever this place is, he has to get out-before it truly drives him insane.

a collection of dreamy things

more things

"Where the birds take flight, and freedom sings..." 🌸 Thank you to @Letterbyowl for the lovely cover!

Just what it says. -@KRB🧐