Thoughts Stories

{This is book 1} For centuries, Seraphina and Cedric De Vere have endured-bound by love, feared by many. But in Forks, the Cullens watch with wary eyes, their polished perfection hiding motives as dangerous as any predator's. When covens clash and loyalty is tested, eternity itself trembles. "I feared not the abyss-until it vowed to claim her from my arms."

WARNING: This contains unsaid words or thoughts. PUBLISHED: 02/08/2023 COMPLETED: 05/24/2024

ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ʟɪꜰᴇ this is just an archive/diary of the author because even the worst ideas need to rot somewhere. ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

This journal is a collection of reflections, each capturing a distinct perspective of the writer's inner world. This section, in particular, turns its gaze toward her dreams-those fleeting visions that dwell between reality and reverie. Here, dreams are embodied by the poppy flower: a symbol of beauty and transience, blooming gently within the quiet garden of the mind.

Hello! This is Sabito, I want to make a book where others can just vote instead of needing to say it in conversation. This is a place where I can see the votes and know which to do next or to continue on, you are always welcome to comment what you think on it or some ideas for later.

This is just a book of quotes!

I fell for the warmth that knew it wouldn't last.

Write poetry or do not, there is no try

The city of thorns glowed with electric sorrow.

Feels like a living nightmare but so hauntingly beautiful, deceiving us into staying a little longer...

When the mist subsided, your eyes found me again.

Sometimes, when the night is quiet enough, we can still feel it. Like a memory knocking softly, asking if we can still remember everything inside our dreams. The fragments. The quiet thoughts. Even the adventurous wonders. We linger in them, hoping our dreams will lead us somewhere enchanting. We dream. We imagine. We wander into the great abyss-getting lost inside our own Dreamland. The stories we are meant to hold are meant to be written. Each one carries its own tale, its own chapter. And as a dreamer longing to remember, I wrote this for you- to immerse yourself, and to join me inside my dream.

I will stand beside you as the evidence that you were never imagined, you were always inevitable.

I wandered among the resting and found beauty where sorrow grows.

Random poems that come to my head now and then. Some probably won't make sense to you, but they do to me. So if you are one of the curious 'uns, then maybe you could try deciphering their meaning.

I feel everything more than I admit.

Are you having a hard time expressing yourself? Are you afraid that people might misunderstand you? For those who cannot seem to let their thoughts out, these poems and writings are for you. As humans, we sometimes keep our emotions and thoughts to ourselves, afraid of the judgment that others might give. I wrote these pieces not only for myself but also for people like me-those who struggle to express their true feelings, emotions, and thoughts. I hope these writings can inspire and motivate you to find your voice.

"Soul that has been the home of a god, Veins that have given fuel to such a fire, Marrows that have gloriously burned: They will leave their body, but not their care; They will be ash, but they will have feeling; Dust they will be, but dust in love." - Francisco de Quevedo Eternal Trace of Ashes is a collection of poetic memories gathered over the years. It speaks of past lovers and the lingering echoes of other souls. Let them drift through your mind.

Tracy and Samuel were never simple. What began in quiet library corners and late-night conversations became an all-consuming, intoxicating first love. No matter how many times they fell apart, they always found their way back to each other. Until Tracy finally chose herself. Determined to end the cycle, she begins rebuilding-reclaiming her voice, her friendships, and the parts of herself she once silenced. For the first time, goodbye feels permanent. But Samuel doesn't accept rejection quietly. Calculating and manipulative, he exposes something deeply personal between them, turning Tracy's private heartbreak into a public spectacle. Whispers replace comfort. Stares replace safety. And the girl who was just learning to stand again must now fight to protect her name, her dignity, and her future. Because surviving heartbreak in private is one thing. Surviving manipulation and betrayal in public is another.

Poetry