SPEAK
- Reads 11
- Votes 1
- Parts 2
The story revolves on a mad poet who was cursed because of his arrogance and malevolence. With the disgrace he has, he is repenting but his past were adding load to his struggle. His life went into the light again when he met a writer from another town who also have some past stories to tell. How can he stop himself from loving someone he is unable to talk with when day by day their meetings give summer to his heart? How can he love without any words?
All Rights Reserved
#983
lessonlearned
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
The Curse of Sleeping beauty
The moment she was born, a shadow had stirred. The wind had whispered. Magic had awakened. And he had watched. When he curses her, it will be slow, deliberate. Her innocence will be her undoing, and he will be the one to watch as the world falls apart around her. But there's something more. Something he can't shake. Love for the girl who would be the end of everything he knows? He can't allow it. Not even if the darkness in him calls for it.
When There Was Me And You | Part 1
You were my First Love; toxic, unhealthy for my state. But i learned Love from you; you taught me what it meant to spend nights crying at the edge of my bed and how it felt to really smile. ************************* This is a collection of poetry for one series- love, pain, toxicity, heartbreak and memory. This is the first experience at love I had. I share with you my experiences, my thoughts, my recollections, my struggle and everything I felt. If you grew up having been deprived of love and then suddenly found yourself carrying what seems like the world's amount of love for someone else- I don't doubt you won't be able to relate, at one point in this poetry book you'll find yourself in me. ******* #1 in heartstrings/43 (6th september) #3 in nostalgia (20th march) #15 in poems/5.7k (11th september) #4 in experience (30th November) #5 in journal (june 2019) #2 in deep (june 2019)Complete
The Spell
she admires him a lot and he doesn't even know she exist.. she met a witch who put a spell on him that would last a month find out what happen after the spell is broken.. will the one month love be enough to survive the broken spell ? can he ever forgive her? can he like her without a spell?Complete
Is it too late to say Sorry?
"The fuck you are leaving me." His roar cracked through the hall like lightning. Ara didn't blink. She stood there, calm as death, done to her core. No tears. No tremble. Just a weary exhale as she turned her back on him - the one thing he never thought she'd do. Before she could take a step, his hand shot out, gripping her arm like he was holding on to life itself. "Where are you going, Ara!" His command shook the pack. But she wasn't his to command. Not anymore. Ara ripped her arm free with a force that made even his wolf recoil. "Don't. Touch. Me." Her aura slammed into him, cold and merciless. "You think I'll stand here and watch you mate and breed her?" she hissed, every word a dagger. His throat bobbed. "She meant nothing." She laughed - sharp, broken, brutal. "Yeah? That's why you were fucking her in your office? Couldn't even hide the scent of your betrayal." "Ara, it was a mistake-" She stepped closer, eyes blazing. "Your mistakes come in episodes, Alpha. Season one, season two, season three. You don't make mistakes. You make choices." He swallowed hard. "I don't need her. I need you." "Lies," she spat. "Every damn sentence you breathe is a lie. I can't even look at you without feeling sick." He flinched like her words physically hit him. "That female behind you?" she pointed, not bothering to glance. "Perfect for you. Go mark her. Breed her. Hell, fuck her for all I care." Her voice cracked - but she kept going, blade steady even when bleeding. "I don't need you. Not anymore." His knees crashed to the floor. The mighty Alpha. On the ground. For her. "Ara... I'm sorry. I'm really fucking sorry." His voice broke like he finally understood what loss tasted like. She stared at him with a sad, devastating smile. "Isn't it too late for that, Mate?" One tear escaped - and she crushed it away with her thumb. Then she turned. Walked. Didn't look back. But he didn't chase her. Because he knew. He didn't just lose her. He wrecked her.Complete
From A Stranger | ✓
What happens when a heartless boy receives letters full of love? Is his heart brutal enough to not melt even after reading them? And what if it does? But why would anyone write love letters to someone so drowned and spoiled as Jeremy? He lives alone in the suburbs of New York, away from everyone. Just 19 years old but everybody hates him. Yet he receives letters full of love and emotions daily for nearly 2 months. Why? While reading this book just remember "Words do create magic." Cover by me! All rights reserved.Complete
Heartbreak Steel
In a world of circuits and gears, A scientist's dream, wrought through tears, A robot boy, with heart and soul, But in disguise, his story unfolds. Funding lost, dreams shattered, The scientist's love never mattered, So to an orphanage, the boy was sent, In a world where his truth was meant. Adopted into a family's embrace, With love and warmth, in every space, Two dogs, a mother, a father dear, But his secret, he holds near. As years go by, the scientist fades, Leaving the boy in silent shades, Alone with his grief, he turns to rhyme, Poetry becomes his solace, his lifeline. In stanzas woven with bittersweet grace, He pours his heart, his soul's embrace, Each verse a whisper of love and pain, In the midst of loss, a poetic reign. Though made of wires, his feelings true, His words a testament, through and through, A robot boy, with a poet's heart, Finding solace in the art of his part.Complete
Poems (:
(Periodic Updates)Poetry isn't just words put together in a certain rhythm or a smooth way; it's the act of putting yourself and emotions into your writing. It's laying back in the middle of a field and staring up at a cloud and finding all the details that make it unique. It's star gazing and asking yourself questions that could never be answered. It's wondering, it's questions, it's emotions, it's senses, it's poetry.. and every single poem has a trace of yourself in it. My goal in my poems is to make people think and believe. Think deeper than what everything seems. Look deeper. Don't just read the cover, read the book. Find out what it has to offer, and hopefully you'll find something relatable that helps encourage you or atleast let you know you're not alone.(:Complete
Secrets
I know my life is not perfect but it for sure has gotten better. It was all good until things took a turn for the worst. You think you know the people you have grown to love, but you really don't. **Hello, this is my very first book. The description may not get your attention but I can guarantee that once you start reading you won't stop. Please leave constructive criticism, thank you**Complete
The moment she was born, a shadow had stirred. The wind had whispered. Magic had awakened. And he had watched. When he curses her, it will be slow, deliberate. Her innocence will be her undoing, and he will be the one to watch as the world falls apart around her. But there's something more. Something he can't shake. Love for the girl who would be the end of everything he knows? He can't allow it. Not even if the darkness in him calls for it.
More detailsContent Guidelines