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Bonjour, je m'appelle Rayna et j'adore composer des acrostiches. Mais le problème c'est que je fais trop d'erreurs dans mes textes et ma prof et mes parents trouve que j'ai de la misère en français. Donc, ils ne veulent plus que j'écrive de poème. Ils voudrais que je me consacre a des choses qui, non seulement , me permette de améliorer mes qu'ils ne sont pas des choses ''ridicules'' comme dit ma mère. Bienvenu dans mon monde mélancolique de poèmes enchanter !!!
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Forgotten√
*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?Concluida
words from a broken soul
I don't own the two songs I've posted on the two newest poems but give them a listen if you like. just a collection of free verse/rondel poems(short stories to lengthy ones I guess) I've written over the course of ten months so far some won't be uploaded as I know they would get flagged as to dark of topics so yeah enjoy or don't. Feed back is helpful I didn't really pay attention in my English class during poetry so I don't really know how to punctuate the poems. Also I know the first one is pretty bad but it was the first I've ever written the rest I think are okay but we're our worst critics after all. Also there are some with dark topics such a suicidal ideation, abuse of a child, sexual abuse, and not technically a dark topic but metaphorical suicide which talks about suicide so you have been warned for when I get around to uploading the darker poems.Concluida![Don't Worry, I'm Here [VIXX LEO/ JUNG TAEKWOON] ~Currently Editing~](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/55610949-256-k407768.jpg)
Don't Worry, I'm Here [VIXX LEO/ JUNG TAEKWOON] ~Currently Editing~
I have so many choices, but I don't know what to choose. Without people judging me. My Patience was enough. I wear a mask. The Unexpected came along. But sometimes I feel like everything is slipping through my fingers. I try to be happy, even though not knowing the way. The music and art became my escape hatch. They tell me I'm useless, not perfect, not smart enough. What people does not want to here. Their comment's sticking on to my head like a Post-it-Note. "They are Jealous, don't let them get to you." But still it hurts. Is there someone going to tell me the Opposite? Will my life stay in the dark? Will I see anything? DO NOT PLAGIARISE! This is my own work, which I put effort in. Please Respect. •Credits to all photo owners used in the Book Cover• •Completed•Concluida
You And I
"𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈, 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲." [MATURE] After finally getting rid of her toxic boyfriend, Bethany Russo is ready to take control of her career in marketing. The only issue is that her favourite word is yes. Never one to disappoint, she often finds herself on the back burner and without her realising, years have passed with no progression. Finally, she gets her break. Tasked with flying to the snowy alps of Switzerland, she knows this could give her the boost she has been waiting for. Plus, it gives her the benefit of avoiding her ex, the one who doesn't seem to understand the word over. What she doesn't expect is for them to send in NHL Coach Quinton Fox. He's burly, gruff and argues with every single idea she proposes. The problem? She can't find it in herself to say no, even when one mistake leads to them having to share a cabin. It's cold, attitudes get frosty and eye contact sparks a fire so hot they will only need each other to keep warm. It's just simply you and I. BOOK THREE IN THE SIMPLE LOVE TRILOGY 1: Hand In Mine 2: Sure Thing *These are all interconnected and you don't have to read the first two however characters and backgrounds have already been explored in the previous books. [This story contains graphic depictions of violence, sexuality, strong language, and/or other mature themes] All Rights Reserved To winnieiswriting@2022Concluida
A Random Dark Bit of Poetry (Book 1)
My poems. Read, comment, vote, whatever. <3 Warning: Most Contents Are Triggering.Concluida
MY DESTINY WITH YOU
Azar Dua Mir was fine with being a shadow everywhere. Nobody necessarily acknowledged his presence every time. He was a force of nature, calm and serene like the sea waves during sunset. While capable of devastating everything around him if provoked. He had a tough childhood, lives in a complicated joint family, yearns for affection, and is extremely ambitious for his future. Ambitious to not die in poverty. He never had anything easy in life. The ambition of a rich and powerful life was his single aim. Then he met- Ayesha Abadal. "She was a beautiful princess living in the dazzling tower-way out of my reach. I might be beneath her in status, power, and money but I was innately ambitious. And now... she is my ambition. Deedar hua jab unka pehli baar, ishq ki gehraiyan dekhi Bas khud se wada kar liya tha, Meri ankhri sanson mein sirf unka naam hoga." {from her first gaze, depth of love flared my interest. In my last breath, her name would be the last whisper on my lips} Ayesha Abadal was a complete package of all the colors of life. Vibrant like yellows, bubbly like pink, innocent like blue, strong like red, soft like lavender, and so on and on. Just like her never-resting thoughts and imaginations. She wasn't worried about the future, lived in the present moment, was a proud member of the BTS army, and was a filmy girl. She never had to face the hard knocks of life. "He was the manifestation of my every dream. He was the only man in my life who blessed me with beautiful promises and the agony of broken promises." Never been in love but has the confidence to cherish the feeling. Two people from different worlds are set up to build their perfect world. What happens when they realize their dream life is falling apart, will sparks fly once again? Will they realize that the love they've both forgotten is exactly what they need to survive?
My Teddy
The corner of his mouth tilts upward slightly. I smile again. A smile!? A tiny one, but still. "Hm. So I got you to smile, that's progress, yeah? Can I get your name now?" I ask, swinging my feel a little. He shakes his head shyly, his mouth not moving at all. Geez! Why do I want to hear this dude talk so much? "Okay, that's fine. I can give you a nickname." I offer happily. He looks up from his book, raising his eyebrows. I just stare for a moment. He has nice eyes. Pretty brown chocolate orbs. They remind me so much of....... "Teddy." He shakes his head immediately, frowning. "What, why not? You remind me of my old teddy bear. He was a good listener and he didn't talk much..... just like you." I say softly, tilting my head. He continues to shake his head. I fold my arms, leaning back in my seat. "Yeah, it's definitely sticking. Teddy.....It has a nice ring to it, yeah?" He sighs, the first sound I have ever heard him make. "No." . . . *Jordan* Teddy!? Seriously!? She gave me a fucking NICKNAME!? What the hell does this girl want!? I stuff my hands into my pockets, walking down the busy street. Forget about her. She's just a annoying pretty girl, she'll go away. Everybody does. She HAS to go away. *Spoiler alert*: she doesn't. Don't get close to people or they'll end up getting hurt. That's my mindset. I've been through enough of that. This girl doesn't belong in my world anyway. She's too innocent. *Mature content* {Just a quick update, I am basically rewriting the story. I wrote it when I was in 8th grade and it makes me cringe every time I try to go back and edit it so keep in mind that it'll get better}Concluida
Sure Thing
[𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄] 𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 30 Months... Almost three years since my accident. My first game playing pro in the NHL and I blew it. Many people have tried to help me but I'm past giving a fuck now. I just want to be left alone to drink my sorrows away. It's clear I'm never going to play pro again, so why do people continue to push me towards getting help? I don't want it. Until I do. All she has to do is whisper, "It's simply a setback. Which means you come back stronger." 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑 30 Months... Almost three years since everything in my life changed. I've loved, I've lost, and yet I still have some light in my life. I've been fighting for so long that I don't know the difference now. I thought my career was over. My fear of men completely debilitates me from doing what I have always dreamed of. Until him. All he has to do is scowl at me and knock my son over. With strengths and weaknesses being put to the test, it will take everything in them not to crumble from the pressure. After all, too much weight and the ice will crack. And if the ice cracks, they will have to question if their love is a sure thing. *This is an interconnected Standalone therefore you don't have to read the first book however characters have already been introduced. First book is HAND IN MINE. [This story contains graphic depictions of violence, sexuality, strong language, and/or other mature themes] All Rights Reserved To winnieiswriting@2022Concluida
Part of Us
Canada is pregnant, which is cool because it's rare for that to happen to countries, but it also kinda sucks because he's not sure who the father is. Is it Gilbert, his ex? Ivan, his one night stand? Or Lars, he friend he smoked weed with and isn't entirely sure if they had sex or not. They won't know until it's born so the three of them have to prove that they're going to be good parents before the nine months is up! "Hurr Durr! Stop writing mpreg, it's not good for you!" -my loving but misinformed wife "This is a beautiful work of art!" -Oprah "You've already used Oprah, dummy." -Christopher Robin "Fuck you you're not my mom!" -meConcluida
Astrid
Carter slowly walked towards me, butterflies swarming in my stomach, filling every inch of me. "Assi." he grabbed my wrists, and made me look at him. "Who was that song about?" "You know who." "Was it... about me?" "What would you say if it was?" I cocked my head to the side, our eyes staying connected with each other. "I wouldn't say." he moved closer to me, towering over by the slightest bit as his breath surrounded my every nerve. He leant down, took a sharp breath and connected our lips. - Astrid was a beautiful girl, who had lost her sense of who she was and where she belonged. She went through something traumatic at only 14, but no one noticed. She moved to Roseville for a fresh start with her best friend Kaitlyn by her side. But Carter notices. He was a "bad boy" with a heart of gold (ik it's cliché) . He never let anything slip by him. He doesn't say anything as their personalities clash and they hate each other. You know what they say, there is a thin line between love and hate. Will these two step over the line? But sometimes, running away from your problems doesn't go down unnoticed. The very person Astrid ran away from is after her, and this time, the consequences will be worse. -- This is an enemies-friends-lovers book and they become friends early on because I find it difficult to write going from enemies to lovers so yeah. *unedited book* #1 in talent show (29/02/24)Concluida
*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?
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