Colours Stories

A Different Story of Anidita In the heart of Calcutta, Bondita, a catastrophic widow, battles the shadows of her past. Deceived by fate and betrayed by her own family, she fights to carve out a life of independence amidst societal constraints. Her spirit is unyielding, yet loneliness clings to her like a second skin. Meanwhile, Anirudh returns to India, inspired by the legacies of Mahatma Gandhi and Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose. Dreaming of change, he is met with resistance from his family, who dismiss his ideals. Frustrated, he wanders the bustling streets of Calcutta, where fate intertwines his path with Bondita's. Their worlds collide-a clash of status, identity, and age. "You think you can change the world?" Bondita challenges him, her voice fierce yet vulnerable. Anirudh meets her gaze, determination igniting his spirit. "Together, we can." As they embark on a journey of empowerment, their connection deepens, revealing the strength found in shared dreams. With every obstacle they face, the suspense of their blossoming relationship pulls them closer, teaching them that love can flourish even in the most tumultuous of circumstances. In the end, it's a tale of hope, resilience, and the unexpected bonds that transform lives.

What a waste what a loser!

Why can't I think of anything poetic to say? Anyways! Here is my novice collection of short dreamy paragraphs and poems, most of them writen at 2am at night (simply because I am too scared to stay up till 3...have u heard some of those crazy 3am horror stories?) Sorry! I promise my stories are better than this intro ;) Hope you enjoy! I would be really glad to know how to improve and please vote if u like what you read. Every single one will make my day :) Love you!

Just some art I probably did in the middle of math....

In the early 19th Century, Prague’s streets are cold and cobbled. The astronomical clock chimes on the hour and life goes by as it should. Puppet theatres have always been a big part of the Czech culture and Anna and her uncle rely on them for a living. Anna has always made puppets, always been to see the shows and always had them in her life. It’s just the way it always has been. But what happens when the curtains go down and at night the puppets dance on the stage, when people are being murdered, when a ghost and mysterious magician appear?

What would you say if there were people in the world, born with powers, powers that would turn their life into a living hell? Not like in the movies, where those people are mostly heroes, saving the world over and over again, always going on exciting adventures with their friends who are also heroes, fighting villains and always winning in the end. No. My reality was different. If the people, those who had powers, had to suffer every day, just for the fact that they weren't normal, that they were different and weren't able to use their powers for good...Would you still ask for those powers that you dreamt of since you were little? Would you still want them, despite the cost you would have to pay? I know I wouldn't.

In a world where everyone has the ability to use Magic, a very normal Boy is called forth to face an age old prophecy. To save a world where he doesn't belong, to fight a fight that is not his and to deny the only thing that belongs to him, his fate. A big thank you to N0vat1ty for making the cover :D

There are a lot of poems about anger and sadness here but there's some that I can't really decide what they are :D Enjoy :)

Dear Orange Streetlights, I'm Charlotte Matthews. This is a request for help. Please talk to your friendly neighbours for additional support. I'd like a one-way ticket to nowhere. Sincerely, Your Average Failure and Secret Admirer.

All colours of the rainbow in haiku form, jump into colour now.

Sharing quotes that I like, keep me going or what you can relate too

I've taken an interest in art and wanted to try this out! :)

♡ Ⓦⓔ ⓗⓔⓐⓡⓣ ⓘⓣ ⓢⓔⓐⓡⓒⓗⓔⓢ ♡ Ⓟⓘⓒⓣⓤⓡⓔⓢ ♡ Ⓣⓗⓔⓜⓔ ⓘⓓⓔⓐⓢ ♡ Ⓘⓒⓞⓝⓢ ♡ Ⓠⓤⓞⓣⓔⓢ ⓔⓣⓒ •Disclaimer: I do not own any content in this book.

Like what the title says, its a book of poems. This is where I store my poems instead of in an actual notebook. If you like poems then start reading!!!!!!!!! :) Alert: Grammar issues!

~Requests Are Welcome~ So yeah..These are just some drawings that I do...when the school prison doesn't get me back to Earth (；￣Д￣)...the cruel reality...Okay enough talking I'm going to sleep, you know us Pandas like anime, eat, sleep and repeat. \(♡(ｴ)♡)/

A short writing based on the season of Spring. Spring series #5

In the Echoes of Shadows: A Journey Through The Tapestry of Tears and Tenderness, Where Memories Dance in the Silence of Why?

yes. im back

make the people go "cute!" *some are trashy and some aren't: beware* ©taesth 2017