The Cliff

A global pandemic has seen so many people separated from love ones, families spread, torn, missing each other. Yet, in this separation, in this darkness that is the world, her light keeps shinning. It always did. The only difference is that it's lighting up my phone screen this time instead. Can two souls find each other again after so much time? Can the distance actually bring them closer together? Or has just too much happened, too much history, too much time, heartbreak, pain. Is there a need to reopen old wounds? Is it worth it? To cross that distance, to find her light again?

"𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭"- You had a very hard time in 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, but you had a boyfriend and that's what mattered most to you. One time you were having the same problem you 𝐒𝐀𝐖 your boyfriend 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. Crying day and day, You broke his part of your life and moved on to another boy just to start all over, "𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐦?" You accidentally bumped into another boy which just might make your life 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫. But can stuff turn into a 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭? ___ I know I ended the book rlly early So I'm going to see if I can change some stuff and twist it☆ noturgf. ||started:sept 10 || ||end:on going|| ..

7 billion people in the world, would you find the person destined to you?

Yes, it is sad... I am not prone to drama like the rest of you. Our lives are encompassed with monotonous events, the usual really: eat, sleep, work, repeat. But honestly, am I complaining? I can, I could have... But the question remains, do I even have the energy to spark up a fire? We could be flowers, adorning ourselves to appear more attractive for the bees' ocellus. Or glow brighter than the sun to entice. But why go through all that hustle when we can just live through the eyes of another? Seems simpler enough anyway. Suck the adrenaline rush of the stunners. The ones that even with just a sneeze, the entire earth would shake, sprinting towards them. Their being, the forbidden tree, strutting at the centre of the Garden of Eden. Their souls, Magnetite. We could attempt. But I do not want to. I try as much as possible to stay away from the disease. As thrilling as it may be: he who will swallow the apple seed must consider the size of his stomach. So why spend a thousand back-breaking years thereafter mopping up the residue? Have the moles drag down your name into the pits with them. Surely, we are not that desperate, are we? Never eye the wife of thy neighbour in fear that she just might be a white fowl with beautiful feathers. So why can I not just stay in my lane? Why can't we? So join in, enter my mind and live out your most exciting reality through the eyes of others. Read it, watch it, envision it. Better than allowing life to feed us up with a spoon of chaos, attracting a series of tornadoes into our mundane worlds. And maybe, we might just fall in love.

My name is Trisha. I never thought I would be the one to help him, but I was. When I was taken into the SCP foundation, I told them everything. I told them about how I found him and how he needed me. I was the only one he trusted and the one person to look into his eyes without dying. He needs me. He trusts me. I will never leave him. But I too have flaws. A few of the SCPs here I know. I've interacted with them before, and I have good relationships with them, but none as close as him. Yet, I have a major secret. And if the scientists find out, it could mean I'll be locked up away from him. How will he survive? This story is rated M for Mature as it does have very strong language. There's not really any sexual content in here, but it does contain strong language.

Mikhaiah AU wherein they were childhood bestfriends and as they grew apart, they forgot and hated eachother. But because of their friends, they become close and are now lovers. But they were left to make a hard choice. It's my first time making an AU so bear with me please hahaha Edit 20/9/24 Currently revesing chapters again

Mikhaiah story, where in aya as a poor girl who has a friend called Maloi has some carrier that can offer aiah a job to a rich friend called Mackailzie the richest man in the whole world na hindi kilala ni aya Matatanggal ba ang pagka sungit ni Mackailzie kay Aya?

*Sequel to the book Shy for a wife* Being the first born of a wealthy mother is another thing and being the first born to a workaholic is different. Well, I'm that. My name is Ruqqayya Ahmad and i am 20 years. Since when I was small I have been different from my other siblings. That kind of excluded me since I wasn't in the package. Whenever I greeted someone the first thing they say is "it is indeed true, she is the exact replica of my father." It annoyed me so much because I don't know what he looked like. My mom, cleared everything of his to make us feel better especially her but it makes me feel worse. I studied architecture in Canada to feel better. I came back and I am going to get married to a guy who works under his father in an architectural company after she works for him as an assistant. I had to fight with my colleagues becauseof how they disliked me which made me loose hope in any chance we have. I resolced it after months working there. We fell in love and then got married. Later after screwing up in some events I later find out that I have a small quantity of my father's disease. Please tell me, what could possibly be worse than that?