Grateful Stories

Simply...

To the friends who became family and to the love that they gave each day. the true ones,the one who knows about my full version and the all sides I may have. for those who stayed and never let go even at the lowest,this isn't a love story but a thank you.

these are my prayers i send to God/universe - for myself & for the people around me. the ones that cannot be spoken out loud, the ones that burn at the edge of my mouth, the ones that grow as yearnings at the edge of my ribs: these are the prayers that forge knives into me until they are turned into blessings from the almighty.

For my handsome boyfriend from his crazy girlfriend

Mark Luce is a clueless, kind-hearted 17 year old. Having to deal with his perverted best friend Shaw, his vicious bully Joey, a grandpa that still thinks he’s in World War 2, his constant zoning out, and being openly gay in a homophobic society, Mark has a lot on his plate. When Maxx Falcone, the boy Mark had crushed on for years, reenters his life, things get even crazier. Mark can hardly believe it when Maxx begins to show an interest in him. But Maxx has a deadly secret that could tear apart Mark’s world and shatter his gentle heart if he isn’t careful.

ray of hope.

tea

This poem is 100% dedicated to @The_Phoenix6070 and @Taurusology_. I'm very lucky that I have you as friends especially when I was in a dark place and felt like a failure. I can't thank you enough for what you've done for me! This is for you guys!

Everything started in El' Paraiso...

Poem for the appreciation of Heavenly Father

Appreciating a close friend is something that can be done freely. While most do it when they die, it is rather better to do it while they can read/see it. Because posting or writing about a dead friend doesn't make them raise from their grave, rather it just makes them turn in the graves even more with the bad writing:)

An untold love story

A bird came to me and said, "hi....princess....welcome to this world.....miss highness....." "Hh......hhell......hhhhhelllloooo" I said confusingly..... "Highness....Pls make your way to pritika Land..... All your servers are waiting to serve you there...." "Wait....what's this pritika Land??? Where is it located???" "Okk....Let me tell u...." She came inside my room.... A yellow sparkle dust revolved around her..... like something evolution took place ..... And yeah....A evolution happened.... The bird now turned into a sweet,cute little girl..... The girl had long hairs which were tied up in pairs....She had soft, chubby cheeks , she was very fair....Nd had blue eyes....She was neatly dressed.....She wore a cute short yellow frock....she wore a pearl necklace around her neck, followed by a pearl bracelet around her wrist....she had fine, polished shoes.... "Hey....u.....u.....how can it happen?" I said.... I hold her hairs and began searching for the white one.... "Dear highness....What are u doing with my hairs?" "Searching for the white hair " "But.why?" "I heard in my childhood.....that all witches have white hairs....if the white hair is pulled out from her head.....she dies....And then all the magic vanishes" "But highness....I am not a witch" "Then what are you? Hmmm....An evil spirit or something else" "No.....I'm not an evil spirit.....I ve come to guide you to the Pritika Land" "What the shit is this? I don't wanna go anywhere.....what is Pritika Land...A garbage bin...." "No....That's ur land....He home.....where you r the queen...." "What I'm a queen? No....U r a witch and u want to take me to a different place and do some evil actions with me....I will not go anywhere...." "Okk....so is it your final decision???" "Yeah...." "Okk...wait" She chanted something and threw the yellow sparkled dust on me..... "Hilli....gilli....hocus and focus" And then everything was blur.... I woke up and found my self in a beautiful room.....

jason derulo time travels back in time to realise an important truth about himself.

A look into life's winding paths and how it can benefit you when you learn from it. Learning your self worth is so important to growing as a person.

It's good to be grateful for what you have.

This is not a story but journal on complications of life. How to stay strong and hold on to our God who created us and know whatever situations we going through, it's also comes with lyrics.

a project that I did for my Creative Writing class.

Gratefulness.Poetry