With Love and Regret, From Mamma
- Reads 831
- Votes 43
- Parts 4
Ongoing14m
Last published Sat, Jul 26, 2014
Dear Son:
You've always thought of me as a sad and lonely women, a women without purpose. In truth that's all I ever was with you. You grew up, but you grew up alone and for that my dear son I'm sorry. However these letters were not written to ask for forgiveness or to make excuses they are letters of regret. All the things I did are in these letters, the one's I regret doing and the one's I regret not doing. Son these letters ARE my regret. One piece of advice my dear boy, one of the many I never gave you; whether you choose to do something or you choose not to do something you might end up regretting it.
With Love & Regret, From Mamma
All Rights Reserved
#431
lessons
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
Text Me
"i know that my life is no fairytale. that you'll still think of me as the one who would never have a chance at life, so you gave me yours. then i shattered your heart. i know that this won't have a cliché ending, where i won't make it a day and come running back to you so we can live happily ever after. as much as you don't understand why, there is something that we had before i screwed up and i left not so we could preserve it but so we could move on. i want you to know that my screw up is ending me day by day. i want to come running back, trust me, but i can't." i.just.cant. - our story in text messages - {lowercase intended for theme}Complete
Rebirth of Fa Wei Lan : Volume 2
2 years is short... 2 years is long... Days pass like years. Years continues on for eternity. Do you still remember the promise? This is a continuation of the Rebirth of Fa Wei Lan. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Volume 2 contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".Complete
A Peculiar lovestory (Completed)
To read the completed book: Go to Okadabooks. https://okadabooks.com/user/FareedaHaruna "There's no point crying over spilled milk" a popular adage which is encrypted in most of our daily activities. At the age of 10, she was already betrothed to Mallam sanusi, younger brother to the village chief. His rotten kolanut designed mouth was all she saw when her mother disclosed that information. Being a strong headed child, she's always been, had she packed up her clothes in a silk headtie, she hit the road at midnight when every family member of hers was asleep. Had she known what she was getting herself into, she would never have left home. Had she known the hell she'll pass through, she would have happily married Mallam sanusi. Had she known the hardship she'll have to endure, she would have danced her way to Mallam sanusi's home. Had she known the dangers she'll encounter, his rotten kolanut designed mouth, would have been the least of her worries! But she's left home already, she has to survive. It's her only option.Complete
RUYI
How can you lose something you never have? When your own mother poisons you to gain pity from others, how should you feel? Why was I, the youngest, being married off? How could I care about something that was never mine? WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".Complete
Rebirth of Fa Wei Lan
I am dying - it was inevitable. The poison given to me over the course of several months have spread throughout my veins and seep through my bones. I was alone. There was not one single person to hold me, to comfort me, or to cry for me... I am all alone... NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".Complete
Survivors Of The Lost
2020/05/29 #105 Sorrows #394 spiritual First I thought to tell you everything, What Iam hiding and why? But then I realized, Do you care about it? I love hard. Embarrassingly hard. All in type of hard. But I do silently. I drown the feelings in my gut until I'm heavy with 'I want you' and 'I love you' and 'I miss you'. I hold my hope in my throat. I clutch my wishes in my hands. They become moist with sweat until I no longer want them. If you could read me you would have known, I never wanted you to leave until now. It was just the situation where holding on to you was more difficult than letting you go. I loved you, I cried, I apologised, I made efforts, And Finally I lost myself.Complete
CALLA : BOOK II
My name is Calla Lind. Ever since my reawakening, I have live my life the way I wanted. I was able to be Calla, meet people as Calla, and have people see me as Calla. I had thought to let go of the past and be free of it. Now I know, letting go also means moving on. This is a continuation of the CALLA. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: BOOK 2 contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".Complete
THE END
Everything was perfect in my life. But life is full of imperfections, isn't it? And this made me regret everything I had, I have and will have. Maybe I didn't deserve it all. And now you are about to read my story. But it begins with..... THE ENDComplete
"i know that my life is no fairytale. that you'll still think of me as the one who would never have a chance at life, so you gave me yours. then i shattered your heart. i know that this won't have a cliché ending, where i won't make it a day and come running back to you so we can live happily ever after. as much as you don't understand why, there is something that we had before i screwed up and i left not so we could preserve it but so we could move on. i want you to know that my screw up is ending me day by day. i want to come running back, trust me, but i can't." i.just.cant. - our story in text messages - {lowercase intended for theme}
More detailsContent Guidelines