Lilacs Stories

(cover was borrowed from here: https://www.pinterest.com/ram1523/lavender-lilacs/) Wilted Lilacs, a short story about two old ladies and a colorful vase that connects them through their last few months together.

Who is Fred Flannigan and who did he kill before he died?

Maybe Miho liked him, and maybe she didn't.

It will touch topics of anxiety, overthinking, trauma, hope, suicidal ideation and death. Authors note: don't read if any of those topics may affect you mentally. Some poems may get edited in the future just want a place to put my thoughts.

Everything changed when Yiseul returned to their hometown, only to reveal her terminal illness. As they rekindle their childhood bond into a love they never had the chance to fully explore, the inevitable comes too soon. Told from Jeongin's perspective during her funeral, the story follows his journey of loss, remembering their relationship, and the lilacs where their first kiss bloomed.

It all happened so quickly.

In the tribe there's the flame or the ice..... don't let the flame melt you..... don't let the ice wither you..... Cover by; Arizona no one else is allowed to touch this but ARIZOOOONAA. this will soon be morphed into the monthly command game we all know and love.

A pair of worn boots appeared in his vision, followed by a voice laced with feigned innocence. "Well, that was unfortunate." Anthony's head snapped up, his glare locking onto the young woman standing before him. She was dressed plainly, her dark curls half-loosened from their ties, her face flushed as if she had been running for some time. "Unfortunate?" he echoed incredulously. "You nearly got me killed, and my horse-" He gestured toward the trees where the animal had vanished. "Gone! Thanks to you." The woman crossed her arms, unbothered. "Oh, forgive me, my lord, for daring to exist in your path. Had I known you and your beast were coming, I would have flung myself into the nearest ditch." Anthony scowled. "A tempting alternative, given the circumstances." She scoffed. "Perhaps if you controlled your horse better, this wouldn't have happened." "Perhaps if you had any sense in that head of yours, you wouldn't be darting out of the woods like a madwoman!" Their glares clashed, both too stubborn to yield. The silence between them was thick with unspoken challenges, neither willing to admit fault.

Everything can be there one day... but, gone the next.. All is beautiful now...but, I can feel the cold coming... Don't you feel it too...? It's coming.... To steal away everything that was once beautiful..... The frost will devour everything and everyone in its path..... Beware...... BEWARE...... As no one can escape the frost..... no one..... This is..... F R O S T E D. L I L A C S.

6 years ago, Annabelle Pace ran away from her demons. 6 years later, Annabelle Pace found her self facing them. In doing so, she reunites herself with the one person she could never forget. The one person who buried those demons, until he couldn't. Forgiving, and Forgetting. Loving and Hating. Lilacs and Weeds.

𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐒 │❛ candy, she's sweet like candy ❜ ༉‧₊˚✧ 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 i make covers for your stories ( graphic shop ) ( open )

" My eyes met his, and he smiled. Everything came back to me. I remembered that beautiful summer that changed my life." Those days , 14 summers ago, gave so much to Moira. It even gave her love.

A flash fiction piece of experimental prose. It tells the tale of an apparition who dwells in the aisles of an old time library. But just how did she get there in the first place? Decode this little eerie piece for yourself, and answer: what do you think happened to her?

Beautiful words that have been left unsaid.

dreaming

I am a Small Town is a poem about literally being a small town. I was rather bored and decided to invest my time in creating this poem, I hope you enjoy it. If you have questions, comments or suggestions feel free to let me know! Thank you!!

All credit goes to @Frosted_Lilacs, the one who made the game. All characters belong to their respective owners, and if the owner would like their panthera removed from this wiki, that wish will be granted. I only compile everything.