♕anneliese's diary♕
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**The Girl Who Stopped Writing** For as long as she could remember, Eba found solace in the pages of her diary. Each entry was a reflection of her soul-her dreams, her fears, her quiet moments of joy. Writing was more than a habit; it was her escape, her way of understanding the world and herself. But one day, she stopped. Something happened-something she never spoke about, not even to herself. The words that once flowed so freely now felt heavy, unreachable. The blank pages of her diary remained untouched, collecting dust as time moved forward without her. Days turned into weeks, then months, then years. Three years later, she found herself staring at an old, forgotten notebook. Her fingers hesitated over the cover, the weight of unspoken words pressing against her chest. And then, almost without thinking, she opened it. The ink felt foreign against the paper at first, but as she wrote, emotions poured out-sadness, happiness, guilt. It wasn't the same as before, but maybe it didn't have to be. Maybe this was the beginning of a new story.
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A young girl meets a favorite guest every Saturday at the library. She discovers an old book, and begins to wonder if the guest is who she says she is.Concluida
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SLOW UPDATES ◦•●◉✿ While searching for true friendship, she found her true love. However, she was let down by her best friend when she needed her the most and her childhood crush who doesn't even care about her now. ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ Everytime she gives her all for her loved ones, she gets nothing in return. What will happen when he gives her his all and she gives him nothing? ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ This is my first time writing something. Please disregard any grammatical errors as English is not my first language 🌈🍁🌻 ✿◉●•◦
10 Days
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Books, Coffee, And You (Completed)
Short Story: One COMPLETED and EDITED She was there every weekend, with her nose buried deep down in romantic books. She was oblivious to almost everything, even to the Man who visited that place, even though he had no interest in books, only for her. _________________________________________ She smiled shyly, and muttered, "You know me so well." "Of course I know. I know almost everything about you." He said the last words in a whisper while tucking a strand of her hair. Her heart beat raced, cheeks became hot and tips of her ear full red. She didn't dare to look at him. He cupped her chin and pulled her face towards him softly, making her look at him. "You have no idea how beautiful you are, in and out." He whispered looking in her eyes intently, with so much love for her. She was panting slightly by now. He cupped her right cheek, brushing it with his thumb slowly, feeling the softness of her skin. She leaned her face towards to his palm, loving the touch and the warmth it was giving. The feeling was new to her. The touch was new to her. ************Concluida
**The Girl Who Stopped Writing** For as long as she could remember, Eba found solace in the pages of her diary. Each entry was a reflection of her soul-her dreams, her fears, her quiet moments of joy. Writing was more than a habit; it was her escape, her way of understanding the world and herself. But one day, she stopped. Something happened-something she never spoke about, not even to herself. The words that once flowed so freely now felt heavy, unreachable. The blank pages of her diary remained untouched, collecting dust as time moved forward without her. Days turned into weeks, then months, then years. Three years later, she found herself staring at an old, forgotten notebook. Her fingers hesitated over the cover, the weight of unspoken words pressing against her chest. And then, almost without thinking, she opened it. The ink felt foreign against the paper at first, but as she wrote, emotions poured out-sadness, happiness, guilt. It wasn't the same as before, but maybe it didn't have to be. Maybe this was the beginning of a new story.
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