Crestfallen Stories

You left. And forgot to tell my heart how to go on without you.

cupid fucked me up, and my heart is destined to pay the horrendous price.

I wrote crestfallen in 8th grade and it's really bad but I like the story so here is the new and improved version. cover made by the lovely @misschocchip

MELANCHOLIA SERIES 1 Cosette Prima Almazan ECHOES OF CRESTFALLEN STARTED: MARCH 28, 2O24 ENDED: -

In which a girl tells a story about her life and how she's been through the years and about her secrets, good and bad. How is she in the present? Is she doing fine? Is she happier than before or vice versa?

There's way too many feels at there.

This novel follows the journey of Alex, a high school student who struggles with anxiety and depression. Unbeknownst to him, he is a descendant of a group of supernatural beings known as "Malachs," and his bloodline holds a secret that could change his life forever. As he navigates the challenges of high school, Alex begins to uncover the truth about his heritage and his connection to a mysterious new classmate, Lila. With hints of mystery and supernatural elements, this novel explores themes of identity, belonging, and the power of the unknown.

January 9     Crestfallen     “Whoa is me, I have crested the rise only to slide down the other side.  Hard work and determination culminated in victory but alas it was short lived.  Success is barely meaningful if it is permanent.  Poor, poor dear, I will have to strive once more at the face of a new challenge or even worse might have to make another run at this one.  How shall I ever bear it?” I lament, my sponsor smiles. “Are you learning to be amused at yourself or hoping to bring back melodrama to the everyman?”  She queries. “A little of both I think, whining is a consolation to me,” I reply. “It’s nice that you’re not doing it at me, but even nicer that you have let your achievements teach you to laugh at your mishaps,” says my sponsor with a kiss to my forehead.   Butter both sides of your intentions Vlog:  http://youtu.be/Sy58821vXp4   You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault http://www.amazon.com/More-Sober-The-Way-Sane/dp/144141231X/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1374072329&sr=8-3&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane http://www.amazon.com/Lines-My-Life-Sherrie-Theriault/dp/1448652820/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1374072576&sr=1-1&keywords=Lines+from+my+life%2C+Sherrie+theriault

A poem. Yes, this is where i feel like home. This is where i vent everything out, when I can't say the words right in my mouth.

Sorrowful, desolating and starkly written poetry. All originally structured by me. This is me basically just purposely reminiscing about the times of darkness. Truthfully the times of heartache, splintering friendships and regrets. Bleak although somewhat creative. Some of these poems are particularly related upon some fictional background. However most are based off truthful and startlingly depressing events. Most of which I have had to witness. Assorted Few (Crestfallen Poetry)

Erinor, was a world of both eternal chaos and peace. Each era, there would be heroes and villains fighting each other. Sometimes the heroes winning or the villains. If the heroes failed to protect their era from the villains, then the next generation would fulfill it. It goes the same for the villains. No one really knew how and why the world around them just revolved. As time grew, each race became stronger. Their technology went higher as if they had the minds of a genius. Oh, but little did they know, that while they were growing stronger, so did beasts and Daemons. Sylverion Frostbyte Darke was one of the 10% of people who didn't have pacts or in other words; powers. But they each needed a pact with a faerie, so that they could control an element, and get to go at the most prestigious schools in all of Erinor, and be Cruzer to save those who needed to be saved. But indeed, it was only a dream for most people. Or is it?

" i've realized you don't know what you got until it's gone. "

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Letters to you from a stardust soul (◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*

The times I lost it... The feelings I couldn't say.. I had to put them in words... Dedicated to my Dad.... In memory of those we loved😪

Danger will be her twin , But love will win She will suffer hell, But her wit will prevail " Somewhere , something incredible is waiting to be known" -Carl Sagan