Ambivalence Stories

but every time she tried to move on, he would be right behind her.

I hate you, but I love you. How am I going to let this go?

❝──𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞? 𝐈𝐟 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐲──𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.❞ ❝──𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢'𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞.──𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝒉𝒆 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐢'𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐢'𝐦 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅.❞ 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 two found glory in each other after a lifetime full of doubts, will they admit it? is it worth it? how hard can it be? 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 ➤ 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 ➤ -- 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 ➤ -- 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐱 ➤ -- 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 ➤ -- ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ •𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 •𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝟏𝟏-𝟏-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐

"please.. let me be with you, you promised that you'll never leave me" He begged. "I don't make promises and you already know that" She stated. "You're the worst liar Chel.. I hate you" "Love is cruel, isn't it?" She uttered. What do you think will happen if two enemies fall for each other?

Poppy is a wide thinker. She thinks of everything that is possible at that precise moment in time, to the point that she infuriates herself. When she meets John, she has to force herself to think of much less possibilities than normal, knowing that the odds were not in her favour, and nothing would ever be able to happen under any circumstances. Unless she could think of a way out of it...

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day or a jigsaw puzzle?

Were you my only chance of being loved? Are my thoughts in these digital sheets the only words I can provide you? These pages and words are dedicated to my soulmate and the love of my life, who died last year

Right is happiness, Left sadness. Tell me, where do your tears come from?

A poem I that I came up with while standing on my porch one night enjoying myself.

The love story to heal my soul...... "meeting you could never be a fuckin mistake" Rei says, her hands shaking as she holds his face gently in between them. Tears slowly roll from her eyes as his face drops to the floor and disappears between the cracks of the tile. Another one, another nightmare. She's never met him, yet she cares about him more than anything. The thought of him being the only thing to keep her up at night. But what happens when her best friend, brings him to her? Will they be the only ones to feel the flames of their love? Or will everything come crumbling down only to reveal something more potent than the urge to be near him that ached in her chest?

September 11th a high jacker doubts his mission. A fireman struggles to save his fiancé. A teenage boy loses him mind to radical Christianity. And a Lit professor prepares to start a college shooting. The only way to describe September 11th is through the long and arduous threads of life. Lives of others. Many. Changing. Folding together. Making. Interconnecting. Transposing our demise to our requiem. Forming on song, one tragedy, one day for our befallen. United, burnt, and broken. The smoke of our breaking made a momentous struggle a timeless sacrifice. Cover photo statue "Sleeping Beauty", by Ludwig Sussman-Hellborn

"I'll recognise you, even if I haven't seen you," I repeated Drake's words. The words that he wrote in the email that I made me jump out of joy. In the email, that had given me a slightest bit of hope that he would love me. But as I watched him hug Kendra, my heart crumpled. I knew the meaning phrase 'breaking the heart and stepping on it now. He said he'll recognise me, love me, yet he was blinded by her beauty to see me. I was always Kendra to her, never did his ask about me, nor did he remember me. I was a fool to think he would forget about her. I wasn't as pretty as her, never will be. He loved her. I watched as my best friends hugged the man I loved. The smile that lit up his face, i could never give him that. And Kendra too, her pearly whites came into view, making me smile weakly. Maybe it was for the best. Sapphire Munroe has always loved Drake Adams, but he had always been attracted to her beautiful best friend, Kendra Morgan. His father's transfer results in him leaving for London, but not before he asks Kendra to write him daily. Soon, Both of them started to exchange emails. But unbeknownst to Drake, the girl that was writing to him, the girl that he had fallen in love with was Sapphire not Kendra.

Here are my short stories. Snippets. Glances.  Glimpses into something invisible but completely vivid. Thank you for reading.

Petit poème que j'ai écrit quand j'avais de plus sombres idées et où je trouvais que ma vie n'allait nulle part. **For those who read and understand French** A little poem I wrote when I was having dark thoughts and where my life wasn't going the way I wanted.

A young man defies expectations to follow his passion for writing, facing rejection, sacrifice, and self-discovery in his quest to live authentically.