Youngandold Stories

Random crashings of young and old

This is how I figured out my life and might make you think about yours a little bit.

Hi! This is a poem about stereotypes and the difference between generations Y and Z

"Mr. Onfroy, we can get caught. You can get in troub-" Germany rambled as Jahseh cut her off putting a finger on her lips. "We won't."

I write down every scene on my journal and keep them as record of my story. A story where I wanted to explore and navigate my way through life. After I move out at the of 19, i found myself tangled with different types of people, which made me realise that I'm still a fetus in this world. Taking step by step, even just a fraction of an inch could totally make difference in ones life. Were everything seems to be cliché, I'm no exception. I'm writing my story according to my will and I'm never gonna bend and be broken by these people and situations I would face. I have a power to take over, after a series of unfortunate events began since the day my parents left this world. The daydream of this world would soon end.

The Bench Series In the quiet corner of a park stands a weathered wooden bench ordinary to most, but sacred to one old woman who visits it daily. For her, it is both a sanctuary and a memorial, a place where the memory of her late husband still lingers in the grain of the wood. One day, a young man weighed down by sorrow sits beside her. What begins as a simple conversation between strangers becomes the start of something deeper a series of encounters where the boy's questions and the woman's hard-earned wisdom weave together into lessons about grief, love, fear, comparison, forgiveness, and the art of carrying one's heart without breaking it. Each meeting is a quiet parable wrapped in the rhythm of real life wind in the trees, footsteps on gravel, the creak of wood beneath them. The old woman does not pretend to have every answer. Instead, she offers what time has taught her: that life is heavy, but lighter when shared; that pain is not punishment but instruction; that courage is not about certainty but about moving anyway. And slowly, through these conversations, the bench becomes more than a seat. It becomes a bridge between generations, between grief and hope, between what was lost and what might still be found.

Valentine hates love or so she says to anyone who try's to love her . Valentine is a 17 year old girl who feels as if love is not for her but can she find true love in the most unexpected of places and finally except that love is real or will she have to face the harsh reality of life or both in this witty tale of passion , pain and a love to conquer the ages .

So I'm 43 years old, recently divorced and trying to find my footing in the world again. By the way my name is Hannah. Know I wasn't exactly looking for love especially with a a guy as young as 24 years old but what can you do. I don't know if it will work out but I guess you will have to read to find out?

have you ever wondered, what if the two Potter's met? This is about James Potter and Harry Potter met at the same age. James before he died did a spell where he when he dies he will let Harry grow up then in his 5th year he will be given a new life with Harry at the same age. James was going to put the spell on Lily Potter so they can live a new life together but Lily didn't want the risk so James put the spell on them both the last time Lily thought they were going to see each other

So I haven't seen any CoryxKenshin fanfics, so why not write my own? --------------------------------------------- Parents can sometimes be the worst, huh? Taking away video game time. Sometimes making you do stuff. Your father becoming drunk and trying to have sex with you. Yeah. Those happen to me. My name is Alice. "Such a sweetheart name." My father said to me when I was first borned. "You're daddy's little whore..." He whispered while touching me when I was 10. "Get ready tomorrow for daddy's big toy..." He said the night before I ran away. "Hey? You okay?" Said a voice that would soon just be like a angel to me. Or he likes to be called, a Samurai Angel.

Chat room, rants, tags, nonsense, gifs, pics, stories. All in one book.

"All grownups were once children - although very few remember it," ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry ('The Little Prince') She finds herself alone on a street longing to be young again. Too much time has passed for her to care.

Some are rocky, some are smooth. Some are above rivers, heavy waters, while some are merely tracks. Some are filled with stones, many have cracks. What really matters is that all are roads and lead to beautiful destinations. She was not ready for the world, but it was obviously ready for her. All her actions, her words and habits, brought her the future she earned. Ready or not, life happens. Like a thief in the night, she went about and grasped it all in her arms. The urge to capture what was out and broke through fears to get a hold of what was in. Avery, an epitome of strength. Strength that many saw, but only few had courage to say "Avery , you will become..." No-one knows what the future holds, many of us never know, even when the future happens, we still don't know. She never thought these things would happen, neither was she ready to take the chances. But, for what it's worth, she knew she had to do something, and it has to be soon

Sometimes love just isn't enough. We often stay in situations/relationships that we know are bad for us, all because of the love that we have for someone else. Loving someone is good. It's good to love. But there's a thin line between love & toxicity. Even though it'll hurt to leave, sometimes leaving is good when your mental health is at stake. Leaving allows you to allow yourself to obtain a peace of mind. Love shouldn't hurt. Love shouldn't be a hurting experience.

What about me and you together? - I haven't edit this yet, so this is a rough draft

Four troublesome tweens: Asor, the man in command who always has a plan; Mya, the sassy girl who will crush people in her way; Larry, the tactical one who has all the answers and the brains; and Aaron, not the brightest bulb in the box, but does own the biggest of hearts. They wreak havoc on a small town that never saw them coming until the day of the infamous war. They manifest in what they do best: Crime. They are the khaotic kids of the keys. "This is extremely interesting XDD I don't think I've ever read a story like this before. Definitely one of a kind!" - @FluffyTerminator "This was really cool and funny!" - @Crimson_Graves Co-writer/author: @MsPotatoNugget Shout out to our friends, Lauryn and Mary, who helped us write the very first chapter! Cover made by @Malak-- 3rd Place Winner in Humor of The Sunflower Awards 2019 1st Place Winner of the Humor Awards 2021 Check out the official @KhaoticKids account for more laughs and fun! Discontinued but still worth reading & checking out. Disclaimer: We do not condone these actions that our main characters perform.

Made by Hunter, age 12. Aka: MufinOfDoom1 Thanks for reading.

What if you are really meant for each other but your age is far from the man you love.

It's a matter of perspective, they say. Yet we tend to ignore valuable things, and what makes others look up to us, seems natural, sometimes boring. (short story)