Reminisce Stories

Before their journey became legend, Himmel sought the final member of the Hero's Party. His search leads him to Frieren, a quiet elf mage living in solitude. This is the beginning of their story. This story serves as the prologue to Frieren: Beyond Journey's End. While it tries to remain faithful to canon, a few minor adjustments were made for the sake of storytelling. I kept the entire fic to two chapter because I don't like to deal with ads. Total Length: ~30,000 words

bl | first part Erro found himself reminiscing the things they used to do. From remembering the small details like what Sean likes up to the details of what they used to do when they're together. Erro remembers it all to heart. Will he be stucked reminiscing the love they once had?

ON GOING NAUGHTY MATE HEXOLOGY

Laafz meaning words in Urdu A collection of those insomniac nights, spent: rewinding contemplating reminiscing regretting Cover done by the talented @GollGappay Beta read by @smwritesalot Milestones: #3 - venting (on 21.07.22)

❝𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠.❞ ___________________________________ As Ellie meets different people everyday, her memory about them slowly slips away but as she grew older, she finally recovered but the aftermath of her condition slowly drifts her off, away from feeling acceptance and contentment; she fully forgot the people from her past, only remembering her only family; her brother, Charlie and the new friends she meets along the way. But what happens if the person whom she had spent her childhood with returns in the hopes of getting back together after many years. Brett holds on to bringing her memories back. But will his mission fail as Eddy Chen; Ellie's ex-lover still show signs of affection towards her? Her memories will begin to uncover but with the sweet sensation of finally remembering everything, comes with a shocking discovery. (discontinued because i'm lazy) ___________________________________ Lost In Your Smile [ FEM OC × TWOSETVIOLIN ] ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 2019

The moment I stepped into Pearson high's campus I had a feeling that this was going to be tougher than I thought . I'd be lying if I say that I am not feeling edgy . I don't know why , but I feel like this nervousness has nothing to do with my first day at my new school. And the moment I walked into the hall to find my locker it became all clear . Mr. heart finally decided to respond and for a second I felt like it was going to explode . My body tensed like a peice of dried clay , hard but fragile. "Pale face , black heart , golden legacy." Ladies and gentlemen, that's Ryan Oberoi for you . It was like God had carved him differently, paid extra attention to detail while creating him. His cheekbones were sharper than scalpel blades, his eyes the palest shade of blue in nature, his hair the inkiest black. He was so white I could see the veins under his skin, but his mouth was red as fresh blood-warm, alive, and deceiving. He fascinated and infuriated me . The old Rhea would've ran off the moment She saw him standing in the corridor , messing with his phone . But the Thing is , the new Rhea didn't turn a blind eye to Ryan Oberoi . I was no longer fearful. And the only thing I was going to give him is my hate . I'd suffered the enough pain and survived it. Nothing scared me anymore. Not even my ARCH ENEMY . #14 in reminisce #212 in cliffhanger

An ever evolving transcription of not so linear short like stories propagating the bizarrely multidimensional realms and cutely colourful terrains of Leonardo Vennegoor & his psychedelic journey with a Gypsy Wife.

Sometimes I find myself falling back into those memories I just can't seem to get out my head. Sometimes I love them, sometimes I hate them, but one thing I do know for sure is they are there forever. This is the only proper way I can really express those emotions .

Logan's world is flipped upside down when the love of his life, Reneé, gets into a bad car wreck and lands herself in the hospital. Now Logan can't help but reminisce about better times.

Zephyr and Dayla Tonne were madly in love. A disaster separated them. Now, the first summer without her love, Dayla struggles to get through her day alone, making this the coldest summer.

𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚, 𝘿𝙮𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧. 𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩. 𝙃𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧, 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧.

I have been writing songs for 14 years now, belonging to a band called "B L A N K". for countless of times, fans from all around the world are begging to want more songs in our album named "Him", every pieces of songs I write are true, every paper I write on are filled with tears constantly smudging the ink of words contructing poems and song pieces....《t o b e c o n t i n u e d. . . 》

These are poetry I tend to write when I feel the world crushing on me. Please enjoy.

My deepest fears,most secret feelings and unspeakable truths finally exposed. Hope you enjoy :)

simply sad poetry. ______ set your background black and read if you hurt too but smile now this one's for you -2:05 am

When one person thinks it's casual and the other is in a relationship

A look in to a poet's journal as words emerge from the tip of her ballpen. Contents: pandemic works Completed: December 22, 2022 -̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷ A̲r̲e̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲s̲t̲i̲l̲l̲ ̲w̲o̲r̲k̲i̲n̲g̲?̲ ̲A̲r̲e̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲s̲t̲i̲l̲l̲ ̲w̲o̲r̲k̲i̲n̲g̲?̲ ̲H̲e̲l̲l̲o̲ ̲n̲e̲w̲ ̲b̲a̲l̲l̲p̲e̲n̲ ̲I̲'̲v̲e̲ ̲n̲e̲v̲e̲r̲ ̲u̲s̲e̲d̲ ̲N̲e̲w̲?̲ ̲O̲l̲d̲?̲ ̲W̲h̲y̲ ̲d̲i̲d̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲m̲i̲x̲ ̲i̲t̲ ̲l̲o̲l̲ ̲O̲l̲d̲ ̲b̲r̲o̲k̲e̲n̲ ̲o̲n̲e̲ -̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷

Dabi Angst cus why not lmao ---- Or Dabi reminiscing his home life,

Aleigha broke her crayons, again. p.s. this box includes: - broken crayons - a limited edition sharpener - some scribbles - a ride down memory lane story genre: poetry story status: completed highest ranking: #18 in poetry #11 in places