Candles Stories

"පිරිමියෙක්ට කියලා ඇනගන්න උඹ ඔච්චර ආසද?" "හහ්.. ඌ අනින්නෙ මට ඇඟිල්ලෙන්ද?" "උඹ වගේ එකෙක්ට ඌ ඇඟිල්ලෙන් ඇන්නත් පාඩුයි!!" සීතල මීදුමකින්, පිරිමියෙක් - පිරිමියෙක්ට යට වුණොත්?🪐☁️🧊

A small collection of poems that I wrote during my venting and calming sessions. I occasionally have them when I am either very upset, emotional or excited. Hope you all enjoy.

here is just a very very kinky story mainly for my friend who simps for both these characters. I will take suggestions.

Back at it again with the random stories that make no sense whatsoever! Enjoy... Or don't I rlly don't care

She lit up her room with the same candles that scald her skin red. 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒎 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕 Just the story of a girl named She trying to find her way out of the vicious cycles of a seemingly "perfect" society. ~Unedited~

Poetry is a form of literature where one can express their deepest thoughts without restrictions. I wrote this album in hopes to express stuff that most people go through and would definitely love your reviews and suggestions!! Happy reading. Oh! Also, I've got all of these on youtube as well so if you want to rather listen to them than read, just search up Eclipse Enchanted along with any poem title and a full playlist should show up :))

Joe is finally popping the question. What will Taylor answer?

shelly, the sea candle X Elmo. Shelly was a friendless nerd, she got no hoes, no friends, her family was close to disowning her aswell. Elmo was Shelly's god. p.s I wrote this in 15 mins so there is a lot of mistakes and I didn't feel like fixing them

Nyman, a intruder, visits the mysterious Zombie and Vampire House in New New York, a place that has been around for centuries. Despite the blinding effects of WWIII's deadly radiation, he has invented special glasses that prevents blindness. And as the explores the house's horrific rooms, the Undead arrive, feeding on the flesh of victims...And driven by a unknown strain of mania that was missed by the US Military...A strain that Nyman knows could end The Third Stage of the Zombie blood mania once and for all. Or will it? The gory seventeenth sequel to "Mania of the Zombies". Rated PG-13 for strong, bloody violence, sex scenes, some coarse language, and adult themes. This novel is dedicated to Dan Curtis creator/producer of "Dark Shadows".

"The life of a slave is harsh. I mean, you just wake up one day and you suddenly find yourself working in a field or a quarry, harvesting fields upon fields of wheat or toiling a thousand rock faces for iron ores. You don't remember what peaceful life you had before, you don't remember the luxuries you had, you don't remember your friends, or even your family. You're just living one night as a normal person, and the next morning you're used as a tool. An old, rusted tool, broken and battered and almost worthless. Slaveholders? Tch. They couldn't care less if you just decide to break down completely --- they'll replace you, like the rich people they are. "As a slave, nobody will care. Nobody notices you. Nobody talks to you. They act like you're the mud on the ground: not worth their precious time at all. And when you die, they act like nothing really happened, nothing important took place, and they just go on about their day. It makes you feel like you've been invisible this whole time, doesn't it? Just...poof. Gone. Vanished. Put out. "They treat you like you're nothing but the flame of a candle...and they all become forest fires."

Formerly, "Mysterious Beings" They say there is no love in darkness but there can be when the love is stronger than the curse that behelds you. After running away from Stephen Hallaway, a rich noble, Isabella Hamilton gets lost in the woods during darkness unable to find her way back home. While venturing the unknown she was pushed off the road by a strong force and wakes up in the darkness of a room in a castle where she meets, the mysterious, Edward Doral, who is hiding from century to century past in the old palace. As time past their feelings for each other grows to an indescribable romance with an unknown ending of happiness or sorrow. (Rewriting)

I was a damaged, broken girl with nothing to lose. When I finally get close to meeting the sweet end, it's taken from the very person who was about to deliver it. Had I known before that my life would turn into such a roller coaster from this man, I wouldn't have signed up. Would have said "No way, man.". But it's too late now. I'm already deeply and hopelessly in love with Niall, and there's no escaping now.

The relationship between grandmother and her granddaughter