Quello Che Rimane Di Te
- LECTURES 52
- Votes 10
- Chapitres 5
Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture33m
Dernière publication lun., juin 17, 2024
Agata, una giovane aspirante biologa con un passato ombroso e una paura profonda dell'oceano, si ritrova alle Hawaii per supportare Fatima, la sorellastra che ama come se fossero di sangue. Efrem, un surfista audace e figlio di un uomo ricco, vive per l'adrenalina degli sport estremi e le onde. Quando i loro mondi si scontrano in una gara di surf, un incidente inaspettato e un salvataggio forzato li portano a sfidare non solo le onde ma anche i loro pregiudizi. Tra lezioni di surf e segreti svelati, Agata ed Efrem scopriranno che l'odio può trasformarsi in qualcosa di inaspettato, e che il mare può essere non solo un luogo di perdita, ma anche di ritrovamento.
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I gracefully raced down to the bulging rocks, stretching across the shore. Eva was waiting for me, her gorgeous brown hair waving in the harsh winds that made our noses numb, and our cheeks turned red as roses. We had been here together as sisters, stranded at this farm. We had been homeschooled, and never really met anybody else, so when our parents died five years ago, nobody had thought to check and see if we were ok. We were set on surviving, and running our small farm by the lake in Iceland. We owned a few cats, a coop of a dozen chickens, and a handful of pigs. They all stay caged up inside, because we're afraid some would walk out the barn and never return. Along with the livestock, we had a small brick shed with a blazing red roof. It used to be where Father worked on making tools and such, but Eva and I have turned it into a secondary little house. There's a loft we stuffed full of crispy, warm hay. When nights on the farm are late, we stay there. Besides, it feels more like home. The house gets cold at times, and nightmares come upon Eva and I. But curled up next to each other in the loft, although uncomfortable, makes the nightmares not strike as hard. This is a collection of short stories, poems, and other writing. It ranges from stories of abandoned girls in the past, to the horrible end of the world in the future, to haiku about a forest, and a poem about waves washing up on the surface. Join me in the 20+ part and 13000+ word collection, and you're in for a real treat, filled with happy poems, and tragedies that are sure to wrench your heart. I will hopefully continuously add to this as a sort of scrapbook for my writing.Terminé
Merworld
Neera wasn't just part Mermaid, she was something else as well. Something that made most in her world over look her but she fought for the right things, Acceptance of her and those like her. In the midst of tragedy will she find love and a champion for her cause? Will he help her to bring about her dreams? Excerpt: "Neera this is Carson Lowe. Carson this is her. Isn't she just as beautiful as I said?" I blushed and jabbed her with my elbow. "Patty, what's going on?" She'd tried to set me up before and I had yet to be impressed by her idea of a perfect guy for me. "Carson is the man behind the Waves of Difference." I knew who the billionaire was but I didn't know he'd truly done more than rite about change. Now I understood why everyone was so interested in him. The Waves if Difference was a group that was in support of equality for each and everyone no matter who you were. I applauded his courage, but I still thought he exploited some of the smaller groups to build his empire. "He is planning a new article in his magazine, 'The difference in our world and how they change it.' each issue will feature an article about people like me and you, those who are different, and how they work to make things better." "You and Patty are among the top on my list. I had hoped to interview you both over the course of the convention. To be published next month in my magazine." "No thank you. While I can't speak for my sister I'm not interested." I started to turn to leave but Patty grabbed my arm. "But Nee, this would be great, think about all the people that could be inspired to make their own difference."Terminé
PAUBAYA
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rose in the desert
I will write my future story in bilingual. I want to force myself to be the person I like. I don't care if other people like me, I just care if they like me. After days of hesitation, I finally settled on the name, and I sat on the toilet thinking about the script God had sent me... I can't wait to read the script God sends me and I can't wait to finish it. After writing it, the English audio reading was wonderful. I burst into tears as I listened, and burst into tears as I finished writing. This is very interesting. I always touch myself again and again, always write dreams in my dreams. Whose life is not a dream? I am an affectionate and tragic person, and I love this world deeply. Love so deeply, so seriously. God often gives me so much information that my brain feels like it's going to explode and I'm going crazy. I can understand what Vincent van Gogh was doing in the wheat field. When you see everything in the world, dear, you don't care about anything anymore. You only live for your own happiness. People start to distance themselves from you and you become more and more lonely. God, I ask you again and again, why am I stuck in the desert? I want you to answer me, once is not enough, ten times is not enough, a hundred times is not enough, a thousand times is not enough, ten thousand times is not enough! 2025/1/5
Astrea
Astrea Genssea is a 17 year old girl who is known as the schools badass. What happens when she goes on vacation and meets a guy she takes interest to, Enzo King is a 17 year old ceo of the biggest real estate market however he have family issues and the only way he deals with his problems is violence. What happens when he goes on vacation and Meets a girl who match's his energy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "stop running from me mi amore" I was back on the hospitals cold wall. I put my hands on his chest getting ready to push him away until he started kissing my neck. His lips was soft but his kisses were rough I could sense our lust mixing together "Enzo stop it" I failed to hold out the moan that escaped. "Push me away" he whispered on my neck while still kissing me. I couldn't find myself wanting to push him away, so I didn't I allowed him to continue attacking my neck. "See you do want to keep seeing me" he trailed his lips up from my neck that I knew was now filled with hickeys. He teases me and kissed the side of my mouth, he wanted me to make the move. I grabbed his face and kissed his pink lips while pulling on his hair he grabbed my waist and grinds against me letting me know he was really liking it. "Mrs. Adam-" the nurse was surprised to see me making out with someone other than my "husband" and she was gasping at the site of me having an "affair" right outside of my "husband's" hospital room. I was red from being caught making out with Enzo so I tried to push him away so I could leave and hide but Enzo wouldn't budge. "I hope your husband see my marks and realize you belong to me"Terminé
Nuestro Si? Si.
Nuestro Sí? Sí. es una historia sobre el amor joven, el autodescubrimiento y los lazos familiares. Algunas historias de amor comienzan con un "sí", otras con incertidumbre, y algunas se escriben entre líneas de conversaciones nocturnas, miradas prolongadas y la silenciosa valentía de dos almas que buscan encontrarse. A través de mensajes llenos de risas, vulnerabilidad y revelaciones sinceras, Rafa de 22 años casi 23, que enfrenta las expectativas sociales y la homofobia internalizada-explora un romance reavivado con Martin, de 30 años recién cumplidos. Entre la paciencia tejida en el destino y una conexión tan profunda que convirtió cada amor pasado en un mero prólogo, su viaje se convierte en más que una historia de amor: es un camino hacia el autodescubrimiento, la fe y la aceptación de su verdadero ser. Porque hay amores que transforman, que desafían la duda y que enseñan que, a veces, lo más valioso es aquello que se construye con el tiempo. ¿Será su "sí" un destino escrito? ¿O se convertirá en un "qué hubiera sido" perdido en los ecos del tiempo y las circunstancias?
Melancholy
She hated them. They loved her with everything in them. The universe truly has a sick way of telling you it's there, doesn't it? From being kidnapped to being abused, that was all Arabella saw in life. It was all she ever knew. They tell you to keep fighting but sometimes you realize... you were just a child. Now she's built herself up using her pain as the next step to her strength. She's learnt how to strive forward even as her past haunts her mind crawling up her back every passing second. That is until the first 7 people who only ever brought her pain find their way back into her life. She has no way to let go of her past when they come right back to her. The world showed her no mercy in it's ways so why should she. ~~~ I let out a small sigh wanting more of this. I wanted to be held like this whenever I felt broken. Feel the way he puts me back together in his arms. It ate at my heart and I could have sworn I felt a feathery kiss on my head. It was as if he could hear my thoughts and was kissing them away for me. Slowly he lets one hand go, the other staying around me as he brings my chin up to him gently wiping my last tears as more fill my eyes. He sees this and his eyes look... crumbled. If you feel this way then why can't you choose me, Dominic. I shake my head from his hands wishing to step back but he pulls me back to him a pain filled groan leaving him. "Just one more minute. Please." His body shook and I brought him closer, feeling our pain become one. Our hurricanes of minds pull away even for the smallest time letting us stand together as one in each other's embrace. He was it for me. But I wasn't his.Terminé
Enchanted
She was lost and so was he. Who knew that two broken hearts can connect to one. Arabella's world has been rigged since the day she was born. Her fate had been decided for her much longer before she even had been conceived in the womb. So it came as no surprise when she found herself back at the beginning. As if the pain she has previously experienced wasn't enough, she now needs to relearn how to balance her life. She can't help but pray to the universe for a break. She was exhausted from fighting for all she had and watching her life fall apart just as quickly as it had come back together. Dominic's life was something he would forever be grateful for since he knew that he never had it as rough as others. But there were always going to be times that he wanted to give up. With the responsibility of leading an entire mafia and his own past commitment issues, he believes the barrier to letting go is far greater than what others tell him. And when new desires emerge, he notes how his heart skips a beat whenever he sees her. His instinct kicks in, and he raises his barriers twice as high as she lowers hers to make place for him. All I was guilty of, was showing them mercy when no one else would. ~~~ "I saw you, Dominic. I wish you saw me." "I see you." I freeze at his words, my back facing him. "I can only see you. Everything I look at, everything I touch, everything I smell always leads back to you. I spent most of my life thinking that my heart was my biggest weakness. I always imagined that it would be my downfall. I had a loving family and that was enough for me. Getting a girlfriend, getting married, having a family, none of that mattered to me. Before you." He pauses, taking a breath and my eyes water. "I kept any other part of my heart guarded and almost locked. It was as if I didn't have one at all. Even now, its still fucked up. The lock I've kept is warned out though the only person who has its key is you. It's yours."Terminé
I gracefully raced down to the bulging rocks, stretching across the shore. Eva was waiting for me, her gorgeous brown hair waving in the harsh winds that made our noses numb, and our cheeks turned red as roses. We had been here together as sisters, stranded at this farm. We had been homeschooled, and never really met anybody else, so when our parents died five years ago, nobody had thought to check and see if we were ok. We were set on surviving, and running our small farm by the lake in Iceland. We owned a few cats, a coop of a dozen chickens, and a handful of pigs. They all stay caged up inside, because we're afraid some would walk out the barn and never return. Along with the livestock, we had a small brick shed with a blazing red roof. It used to be where Father worked on making tools and such, but Eva and I have turned it into a secondary little house. There's a loft we stuffed full of crispy, warm hay. When nights on the farm are late, we stay there. Besides, it feels more like home. The house gets cold at times, and nightmares come upon Eva and I. But curled up next to each other in the loft, although uncomfortable, makes the nightmares not strike as hard. This is a collection of short stories, poems, and other writing. It ranges from stories of abandoned girls in the past, to the horrible end of the world in the future, to haiku about a forest, and a poem about waves washing up on the surface. Join me in the 20+ part and 13000+ word collection, and you're in for a real treat, filled with happy poems, and tragedies that are sure to wrench your heart. I will hopefully continuously add to this as a sort of scrapbook for my writing.
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