Honest Stories

The commander has no real name. Only going by Zero ir simply the commander, she is the greatest Imperial general known as the most ruthless before Esdeath became an imperial general but one days eh left the empre for unknown reasons then years later. She meet Esdeath the one she took in since Esdeath was a child and fought till Esdeath 'Killed' her or did she? The commander survive in a miracle and she return to the empire. Will she join the rebels or the regime? or form her own faction as this commander was a ruthless and in many ways cruel and sadistic who only cared about a few individuals.

"For him, I would do anything." His silence was what drew Edward in, like a moth to a flame. It enticed him enough to pay closer attention to the boy. His silence was confusing, he never understood it. His silence was comforting, he found himself calm in his presence. His silence was questionable, he wondered why he was the way he was. His silence was unnerving, sometimes he wished the boy would just tell him how he felt and what he was thinking. His silence was saddening, he just wish the boy would open up to him. But most of all,his silence was loving because he didn't need to say how he felt when it showed oh so clearly in his actions. Or In which Edward Cullen finds serenity, love, peace, happiness and a plethora of emotions in a quiet freckled boy. Highest Ranking: #5 In Fanfiction.

Hey! I'm a fan of haikus and I was thinking, just like my drawings book, that I wanna share the haikus I write. I also wanna write to let go of my feelings and stuff so yeah Most of them are going to be poems now though cause I have kinda moved to different types like they aren't only haikus Anyways hope u guys like them 💙💙💙

​"I collect all ideas... but that's all I do. I just collect the ideas, never create them. So I will now." ​Welcome to Things, Thoughts and Tangents, a series of non-fiction essays, late-night rants, and deep dives into the weird correlations that make up my everyday life. If you've ever felt stuck in the weird in-between of growing up, or if you have a habit of starting ten projects and finishing zero, you'll feel right at home here. ​Come for the literary rants, stay for the existential overthinking.

This is not fiction. This is my life. Every chapter is a real crush I had in college. The names are changed. The endings are... improved. Because sometimes, you need to rewrite history to heal a glass heart.

What is love? Anveshna - this question asked by her mom shook her and usually Anveshna never asked for answers-until life handed her questions she couldn't ignore. One summer, surrounded by silence, dust, and memories no one speaks of, she stumbles into something that changes the way she sees everything. What begins as boredom turns into a quiet unraveling of the past-layer by layer, letter by letter. She thought she knew her family. She thought she knew herself. She was wrong. the question-what is love was only the beginning and anveshna had to answer and understand many questions in this journey. A slow-burning, emotionally raw story about the search for truth, connection, and the courage to face what we're not ready to hear. "This story is also available on Wattpad, Tapas, and Medium. Please be aware that this is the same work posted by the original author."

Learning to love in various forms. In order for there to be change, you must be willing to grow where you stand. Poetry from the heart. Thank you for reading. 😊 ~~~ Highest Rankings: #9 in freewrite #19 in honest #39 in beloved #63 in newauthor

A collection of visceral, abstract and honest reflections on what it means to be human. Presented through the lens of poetry.

All of my poems random ones at that.... hope you enjoy!

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Every woman has been there dropping subtle hints, changing her tone, waiting for him to "just know." But what if he never will? This story, told from a man's quiet perspective, strips away the blame and dives into the real communication gap between men and women. It's not about love lost it's about how men and women speak different emotional languages. Raw, honest, and painfully relatable the kind of piece that makes you say, "Finally, someone said it."

These are poems about me, but they can be about you as well. They probably are.

a story in which a girl fell for the boy but got heartbroken but someone came to her life ..... but it wasn't the destiny. they never got what they wanted. this story includes - expectations - trust issues - heartbroken - love triangle

A collection of the forgotten truths.

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What is there to say? It's a poem, feel free to interpret it as you please.

It's a poem I randomly came up with 08/21/14 thinking about a certain person.

The minds of some teenagers scare people for very valid reasons. Some of these have been buried within the poems within. Feel free to read, to try to decode, to make sense of what is written. Confuse yourself, or understand; it's all up to you.

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