Solemn Stories

Promise me you'll always smile=) ____Something Somewhere____ --- Yan lang muna guys kahit maliit yang story description ko marami yang kababalaghan at malalalim na meaning..Sa prologue na yung iba okie??Yan lang kasi muna kasi naiisip ng puso--este utak ko eh hehehe Okay buti nalang at nagkakaintindihan tayo.. And advance sorry po kung may mga typos, ganun talaga yun eh diba? okay..? Genre: Fantasy, romance, mystery, action Enjoy:) ••FabulousPhantom This story is not perfect, so don't expect too much..

A love poem for all

A solemn pianist manages to meet a optimistic fashion designer who is eager to get to know the boy after he hears the beauty created when graced with a piano. What darkness lies behind the Jin-myeongs eyes that draws Jiman in more and more?

"Who would anyone choose to live on the streets?" Disclaimer: This is not a Sleeping With Sirens fic.

Some scientific researches done by myself

Enjoy ;)

Just as poem

A collection of compelling flash fiction that ranges from slice of life to murder. Don't Blink! Keep your eyes wide open. Flash Fictions: -Live Feed -Total Dark -Maple -Op-Face -Mimic -They -Twists and Turns -Empty Seat -Unhinged -Open Door -Seashell -Ahead -A Bad Haircut -Loud and Clear -Unforgotten -Dirty Sweeper -Anyone Can Do This To You -Orange -Next Whistle -Against the Light -Did It -Sshh -TWO HUNDRED -Not Yet -Musical Chairs

Collections of poems. Truly, for you.

Thoughts from my heart.

Sloane admired her brother for all he was worth even until the last days of his death. When he was killed in action, Sloane makes a daring choice and decides to join the military, so that she would be the one to kill her brother's murderer.

This describes why i am and what makes me who i am from the beginning to present.

A maid has the chance to go home to her home country, Indonesia. Instead of taking a plane from Germany to Indonesia, she rides a boat. The boat is hijacked and is forced to go to Lebanon where she meets her death.

A delicate recounting of a man's first romance, Cold As Ever tells a story of the past, of the love between two young men, Zachary and Adam. Please, see below before you start reading. WARNING BEFORE READING: the majority of this novel quickly shifts to and maintains a poetic/heavily solemn tone for some time, and dives into several upsetting/disturbing concepts, including but not limited to: suicide ideation, self-mutaliation, emotional abuse, suffering from major/severe depression, first-hand-suffered homophobia, and the universal raw pain that accompanies the loss of a romantic partner. While I believe that the power of novels, comics, television, and all other forms of art/entertainment media should be used largely to uplift us through joyous plots and relatable characters (I even write rom-com novels and screenplays typically,) I also feel that there should also exist media for consumers wishing to explore, analyze, empathize, and relate with the darker aspects of our world. Cold As Ever is partially based on my own experiences, so please be kind and respectful, and do not steal or take credit for my work. I'm releasing many chapters for free in hopes of the story being an emotional blessing to others facing hardship, to provide evidence that the sun can rise again after your darkest hours. Thank you for reading, and I hope you receive whatever you're hoping to from this work. My DMs are open, and I welcome anyone who needs to talk to reach out.

https://zurilawrence2.wixsite.com/my-site-3 I'm always complaining about my life but what happens when you put it into poems? Some poems are good but some are still meh take a journey with me through poetry I have been making since I was ten regular poetry may be boring but this isn't regular poetry!

"My brother looked at Me, With his Empty Bloodshot Eyes, And he didn't Say Anything, Just toppled Over on The Spot, And he closed His eyes, And I screamed, Then the Ambulance came, And the shouts And Screams Filled my ears As I thought, Over And Over Again, That it was My Fault, That I would Never See My Big Amazing Brother Ever Again."

Amidst life's gentle ebb and flow, Errors bloom, like seeds we sow. Yet in these flaws, beauty finds its way, A tapestry of lessons, night and day. Mistakes are stars that light our sky, Guiding us, as time drifts by. With each misstep, we learn and grow, In the river of life, a steady flow. So let not errors cast their blight, For they're but pieces of the grandest sight. Embrace the journey, imperfect and true, A symphony of life, where errors are few.