Reminisce Stories

What is life

Some meetings bring disasters. A messed up story. (Timeline: 1997) What happens when someone arrives to offer help and gets stuck in some other mess? The art professor who quit the only thing he was good at decides to restart sketching after getting a glimpse of the woman's life for who living itself was exhausting. Kian saves Rem. But he gets stucked in her traumas. A man of uncertainty yet full of buried responsibilities; Kian is quiet, melancholic. A man of time and energy; Winston loves long journeys with Rhea. Sometimes he's a bit suspicious but he has patience. He scarcely loses his cool but when he does, it's bad. Once childhood bestfriends now lovebirds; Rhea, Winston's quiet and romantic wife. Loves stormy nights and rain. She has short temper. The reason why they fight often. Possibly? And Rem; a girl of miseries-shattered, hollow. Four characters-Four lives-Merged into one. 'Remini-of the word reminiscence.' #tragedy #melancholy #self-harm #alienation #romance #depression #sketch-artist #misery #betrayal #love-hate #trauma #storms-of-life

Two souls that once fell apart, reseen each other in another lifetime. As the memories return, will they realize that the love never vanished - it waited.

Reminiscing their college love life experiences

𝓡𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝔂𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼

Today marks a somber anniversary for me. January 9, 2024, will forever be etched in my memory as the day my son embarked on his journey to the eternal light. It is hard to believe that he would have been a vibrant, sixteen-year-old teenager had he still been with us. I can only imagine the things he would have accomplished, the dreams he would have chased, and the person he would have become. I remember the day he was born like it was yesterday. He was a beautiful baby with bright eyes and a head full of hair. As he grew older, his personality began to shine through. He was a curious child, always eager to explore the world around him. He loved to laugh and play, and his smile could light up a room. But fate had other plans for my son. He was taken from me far too soon, just three short years after he was born. The pain of his loss is something that I carry with me every day. It is a constant ache in my heart that never fades, no matter how much time passes. I often wonder what my son would be like if he were still here. Would he be tall and lanky like his father, or would he have inherited his mother's petite frame? Would he have excelled in sports, or would he have been more of an academic? Would he have had a girlfriend, or would he have been content to focus on his studies? These are questions that will never be answered, but I find comfort in thinking about them nonetheless. It reminds me that my son's memory lives on, even though he is no longer here with us. He may have only been on this earth for a short time, but he left an indelible mark on my heart that will never be erased. As I think back on my son's life, I am reminded of the importance of cherishing every moment we have with our loved ones. Life is precious, and we never know when our time on this earth will come to an end. It is up to us to make the most of the time we have and to hold those we love close. My son may be gone, but his memory will never be forgotten.

A one-shot sequel to my story, "Worlds Apart." Can be read as a standalone. ※Techza※ Doomsday is upon them, and above the world, an old couple watches in solemn silence, reminiscing. Technoblade and Philza, a story for the ages. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Do not use or steal this Wattpad story in any way without my permission. Thank you.] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Art Credit: Zukarinkani (Phil & Techno) with some edits. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Impressive Rankings: #7 reminisce #815 quotes #42 reminisce #4 philnoblade

This poem is about how I met my lover, my random thoughts and how I kept on falling in love unintentionally.

A young man returns to his hometown of Lisbon, Portugal, at the age of 27. As he roams the once-familiar landscapes, a remembered Lisbon overlays the one before his eyes. Caught between what the city once was to him and what it has become, he is forced to confront the ghosts he left behind, both remembered and physical, and all the versions of himself that never survived the going-away. A meditation on memory, loss, and the slow erosion of identity; on what it means to return home when home no longer exists as it once did.

a composition of my thoughts, a few short stories, and anything worth publishing. some more worthy than others. enjoy, my loves.

Collection of the author's unsaid words in real life.

Connor Mason goes through his typical Monday, but from the very beginning, there's a strange feeling to this particular day. With anxiety on his back and trying to evade his troubles, he stumbles upon a waiting room where, unexpectedly, the very problematic interaction he was trying to avoid finds he's location and decides she will wait with him.

a poem about a re-encounter with a past lover

"I was scared." Ember, is a fiery yet quiet nineteen year old, battling her way through life. No one understands her pain, her past, what she's suffered. Suffered in silence. She's tried to make them understand - it never works. Living a lie, she thinks she's alone with her broken thoughts; that is until she meets Jasper. Jasper Ritter has the same glass lie in his eyes. The one that can be easily shattered if someone is willing to pay enough attention to breaking through it. Both afraid of life and what else it could hand them, will they be able to rescue each other from their pain? The chances are one in a million, but their always has to be that one...

Reminiscing poetries

This is not a love letter. Love letters are when you profess your love to someone your heart desires. This letter came straight from the heart. I do not intend to give it to him so I'd rather publish it here. I am doing this to get it off my chest. The moment I hit publish, I'd forget it in the next hour because I don't even use Wattpad anymore. This is an actual love letter and I intend to move on. Or so I thought.

This might be too far but I also believe friendship break-ups are one of the most hurtful experiences. It's a kind of pain that's hard to heal from or handle in its own way.

We were so close to being there but it ended too soon and I feel very stupid because I made the wrong decision. Time and fate wasn't in our side, now let's just reminisce this moments and read how much I was blind that I fell in love with you... And only to realize that when everything was done and I pushed you away.

A woman looking to start a new life after retirement looks back on her teenage school years.

here lies the love that i failed to convey.