They will be missed
- LECTURAS 1,747,134
- Votos 60,777
- Partes 48
Contenido adultoConcluida dom, nov 13, 201626m
Some die
Some starve
Some cry
Most cut
And they will be missed
Some are alone
Some are lost in a crowd
Some yell out and moan
Most do not voice their troubles aloud
And they will be missed
#1 Poetry
#2 Random
Todos los derechos reservados
Únete a la comunidad narrativa más grandeObtén recomendaciones personalizadas de historias, guarda tus favoritas en tu biblioteca, y comenta y vota para hacer crecer tu comunidad.
Quizás también te guste
The Patchworks of being alive: a book of short stories
This is not one story, but many. A patchwork of voices and moments stitched together - some soft as a whisper, some sharp enough to leave a mark. Inside these pages, you'll find sadness that lingers like smoke, flashes of surreal wonder that bend reality at its edges, and quiet truths that feel almost too honest to say aloud. There are stories that wander into the strange, poems that breathe between the lines, and a handful of pieces that may stir old shadows. It is a collection for anyone who has ever felt both the weight and the wonder of being alive - the laughter that comes out sideways, the grief that hums in your bones, the beauty that arrives without warning. Weird, light, aching, honest - all of it belongs here.
Black Magic: The Third Wings and Fangs Installment
Twins of two, born at last. But only gaining one last chance. One will succeed, prevail at all. One will succeed, only to fall. One will be ignored, forced to extremes. And one will be killed deep in his dreams. Together the four will be doomed to bleed. Only prevailing against human greed. As the world crumbles once again, there will be bloodshed, my friend.Concluida
My Chosen Bride
A kingdom in despair can only hope for clear air The lonely king sad of all will only despise those overall Till a day twins were born for a queen to save the people from their despairConcluida
If You Knew Me
These are the words that my fingers write and my heart cries when my mouth can't speak.Concluida
This is not one story, but many. A patchwork of voices and moments stitched together - some soft as a whisper, some sharp enough to leave a mark. Inside these pages, you'll find sadness that lingers like smoke, flashes of surreal wonder that bend reality at its edges, and quiet truths that feel almost too honest to say aloud. There are stories that wander into the strange, poems that breathe between the lines, and a handful of pieces that may stir old shadows. It is a collection for anyone who has ever felt both the weight and the wonder of being alive - the laughter that comes out sideways, the grief that hums in your bones, the beauty that arrives without warning. Weird, light, aching, honest - all of it belongs here.
Más detallesPautas de Contenido