Leftbehind Stories

Riley doesn't remember the last time someone asked if she was okay. Not really asked. Not in the way that meant they were going to stay for the answer. She is seventeen years old and she has already learned the most important lesson this town has to offer - that people leave. They leave with promises folded neatly in their pockets, with good intentions they fully mean at the time, with duffel bags and bus tickets and fifteen days that turn into three years without a single word. They leave, and the ones left behind learn to stop waiting by the window. They learn to stop setting an extra plate. They learn to breathe around the absence until the absence just becomes the air. Riley works the late shift. She carries drinks to tables without being asked twice. She doesn't flinch at loud voices anymore. She doesn't cry at things that used to make her cry. She has become very good at being invisible in a room full of people - and even better at being invisible to herself. This is not the life she imagined. But it is the life she has. And she has made her peace with it, quietly, the way you make peace with things you never had a choice about. She is not waiting for anyone anymore. She stopped doing that a long time ago. Until the night a familiar face walks through the door - and three brothers who left her behind must now face what their absence built. Because blood doesn't forget. And neither does Riley.

Heartbroken again, betrayed and left to die

A small town girl is struggling to cope with everything going wrong in her life. Follow her journey and see what happens.

Introduction: Left Behind?

22 and in love, Heeseung left to chase his dream of becoming an idol, promising to return soon. He never knew that just a day before he left, Sunoo found out he was pregnant with their child. Too afraid to hold him back, Sunoo kept the truth hidden and raised their baby alone, waiting quietly for him to come home. Years later, Heeseung is now a famous star, but the only thing he still longs for is Sunoo-unaware that half his heart has been waiting for him all this time. Will Heeseung come back? Contains: Mpreg Fluff Angst Toxic Abuse ETC Heeseung x Sunoo 🦌🦊 ✿ - Even though Heeseung has left ENHYPEN, I'm still supporting them as 7 so go away if you don't like ENHYPEN being 7 BASED ON: I saw a random edit about Heeseung and got inspired by it, so I'm writing it ✎ - In this story, Sunoo isn't part of ENHYPEN because that group is considered Heeseung's band, so I hope you understand! Started: May 30, 2026 Ended: ???

This is how I'm feeling right now

The journey of a young girl caught between two worlds. In one, she must fit in to survive; in the other, she is expected to remain unchanged. But in both, she is incomplete-learning that sometimes the greatest struggle of immigration is not crossing borders, but finding yourself when you no longer belong anywhere.

James and Romeo's Friendship awakens. From all those passed years without each other is much space enough of their differences. Past girlfriends remembers. A love story that you wish wouldn't left behind.

Of two sister's that become distant because she wanted to read then spend time with her actual sister and cry over fake characters.

Long poems. Mostly sad poems.

Just some story to pass your time....

Basically I have decided to write what happened to Tallulah while she was in the attic. Art by me :D (if not I will say so) (Ps this is just how I pictured what happened and I come up with more on the way ;v;)

She needed a new home. He wanted an ice cream cone. In the end true colours were shown.

He is here. Just looking at him makes my heart race. It has been 2 years and I can't seem to forget about him. His face, his smile, his eyes, his touch - everything about him and our memories came rushing back. I never believed that I would ever love someone with this intensity. But I did. I am madly and irrevocably in love with him. But he is not mine. Now, he belongs to her. Not every love story has a happy ending. Mine didn't. There are no second chances. Or are there? I am back home for two weeks. I will be fine. Why won't I be, right? What can go wrong?

The year is 2188. Radiation from WW3 has driven humanity off the Earth to an alien planet called Novam. After 130 years of growing on this new planet, things are reasonably back to normal. With the governments combined making a super country, war is unheard of. Earth is now just a tale told in whispers to children by their elders. Life is peaceful... until, driven by curiosity, 6 teens break into a government facility and find the location of Earth. Together they steal supplies and a ship. Will Earth be nothing but a barren wasteland with nothing but the echo of past life? Or will the teens find those who were Left Behind?

It's fascinating how bleeding words have the power to heal broken souls. 'Letters Under My Bed' is a collection of poems i've written over the years hoping that my words could help somebody, somewhere, sometime. I wrote these poems in the hope that maybe broken souls like me could resonate to my words and seek solace in them.

Asha Vassal was just a padawan learner but her trials for knighthood were in her near future; this mission was going to prove to her master and the other council members that she was ready for the weighty responsibilities of a Jedi Knight. She had dreamed of standing alongside her master, Shaak ti, as an equal, taking on missions of great importance and guiding her own padawan someday. But now, faced with the menacing presence of General Grievous, she felt those dreams burning to ash within the heat of the flaming wreckage. **DISCLAIMER: I do not own Star Wars. I am not affiliated directly and/or indirectly with the Star Wars franchise. I do not have rights to Star Wars. I have no affiliation with Disney and/or Lucasfilms. All characters, other than original characters(OCs), are the property of the Star Wars franchise. I am not earning money or assets of any kind in connection with this work.**

Well, the title says it all, doesn't it? This is a ballad about a love triangle, entangled in a half written love letter never seeing the light of the day.