Wistful Stories

┊　 　┊　 　┊　 　┊ 　┊　 ✧･ﾟ 　┊　 　 ✧･ﾟ 　 ✧･ﾟ Things that can considered poems by the loosest definition Just messy aimless lines my brain somehow scrambled together and I thought, why not put these messes out for anyone to read. Happy reading ╒══════════════════╕ [P.S:Only the poems are owned by me, even though it's obvious the pictures or gifs used as the cover photo of each chapter are not all made by me. I just use them cause I find them pwetty (╥﹏╥). I try crediting if I Know the artist name. And I will remove them if asked by the creator, peace] ◍Highest rankings: #1 in shortpoetries

Connor Evans hates Christmas. He didn't always hate it--last year he was just as excited as his friends to be spending the week down in their "Cabin In The Woods," especially because his best friend of ten years (and more recently, the girl he had developed feelings for) had spontaneously agreed to come with them after years of opting out. But the day after he finally confesses his feelings for her, she disappears. The next year, Connor is moping outside the cabin, unable to join his friends' merrymaking, when he sees a silvery figure between the trees. As he draws closer, he sees that it looks a lot like Julia . . . Could it be that her soul had lingered in the hopes that she would one day find him again? *** Best Rankings: #18 in grieving | 6/09/2023 #5 in cinnamon | 6/09/2023 #7 in canbininthewoods | 6/09/2023 #43 in julia | 6/09/2023

her imperfections that was solely loved by me

I asked you if you love me. You widened the space between your thumb and your index finger, saying, "this much" And then I asked you if you love her. Your silence made me realize that both hands weren't long enough Completed.

the most peculiar of occurrences, yet the most mundane.

Fifteen Days of Almost I'm not writing these poems to be beautiful. I'm writing them because they're the only way I can take what's in my head, put it on paper, and see it for what it is. For fifteen days starting from 10/08/25 till 25/08/25 , I'll write exactly what I feel the thoughts I never said, the moments I noticed when no one else was looking, the tiny ways someone can change the air around you without even realising it. Maybe they'll never see this. Maybe they will. But I need to see it. I need to feel it. I need to know if what's in my chest is real, or just something I made up in my head. This isn't just poetry. It's my truth, laid out for the whole world and for myself.

A wistful short story from someone who has been traveling for a long time

Currently, there's quite a couple haiku's on here... Every few days, i'll post a new haiku representing my mood or just whatever random things I want. All in all, don't be surprised if one day I write about love and the next about the exact opposite, I just felt like it. ;)

A short, sweet story of loneliness and acceptance

Tales that belong to the 2AM bandwagon - Wistful, romantic, haunting, outlandish and yet beautiful as tales of this type usually are.

|September 6, 2017| •nonfiction•

~a sad poem I wrote just before midnight several years ago~

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 short story based on an immortal Archer who travels the world granting wishes to those who really need them. How does he do it? Ahhhhh... read on. This short story as well as others of mine is being transformed into Short Movies through CINEDFEST. A worldwide Educational yearly festival of Shorts all made by art students. I am so proud that they have chosen several of them. Thank you. I hope you enjoy this short story

Heathens tells the stories of the folk living and working in the warehouses and factories of the fictional town of Sedgemere Heath. Set against a backdrop of the Black Country pubs and social clubs where its author grew up, Heathens is a collection of short stories tied together by the escapades of a group of unlikely heroes. Fuzz is welcomed into her working life by Roy, a man who claims to have been a secret agent, world-class footballer and rock star before ending up among the pens and protractors of a stationery depot. Lea's suspicions about voice-activated technology are confirmed when he opens a direct channel to the most unlikely of recipients and Pete dreams of riches as he pans for gold in the shadow of shuttered industry. Heathens is a story of struggle, fulfilment and the importance of hanging on to your dreams. Most of all, though, it's about the never-ending battle to secure an elusive blue pallet.

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.

A series of diary entries that you may or may not relate to.

A little book of phrases that I made up and I think and pretty cool.

Annihilate me please...

An immigrant girl ponders the life she hopes she has yet to live. Ponders the family she shared no blood with. Ponders the people she'd give her blood to. Ponders the universe she's been born into.