Craving Stories

I cannot leave you because I love you, but if leaving you is what makes you happy,I will.

and in these poems are beliefs, fears, protests, and cravings inscribed in the confines of my mind. we were small, we are growing, and we will be abundant.

That was a unisex salon which did not operate after the sun has gone down. Ah chong went in at 10 minutes to 6.00 pm and requested a hair cut from his favourite lady there. He was the last guest for that day. The other ladies left at 6.00 pm. When all the others have left, Ah Chong asked Jenny: " When was the last time your hubby had sex with you?" " Why should I tell you about it? Are you some sort of an investigator? Does it make a difference if

Ana lives in a small neighborhood on the poorer side of town. She has never had nice clothes or shoes. She has held on to one thing she can claim. She can claim to be the skinniest girl in her school and she felt pride in holding that title in the hell she walks through.

[Book 1] The universe is one verse in nine. The others are mostly deserted. Well, that's until the 16-year-old Morgrim Star decides that is the way he will gain his power. It's only up to Becky Weed and her friends when Morgrim decides he is going to destroy the universe of Hope, where all life resides. Time is running out as he travels to the verses, to the megaverse, where he has complete control over all the others. Distractions slow the group down. There is only one person who can save the universe, and that is Hope's heir, Kylynn Kortesmaki. Can she stop the powerful Morgrim Star, who could easily beat everything to a pulp in a matter of seconds? Or we she die like the rest of her friends could?

Hepsini ayıran kader, yeniden birleştirecekti. Tetiklenmişti aşk, dostluk. Hatıralar gün yüzüne çıkmış, tarihin silinik sayfalarından kopmuştu. Zayıflayan dostluk bağı, güçleniyordu. Aşk’ın savurucu etkisi, dostluğu yitirebilirdi. Yanıltıcı etkiyle, yok olabilirdi bağlar, kaybolabilirdi dostlar. Ama bir defa yenilmişti aşka, dostluk.. Son defa’ydı. Tarih tekerrür etmeyecek, dostluk yenilmeyecekti bu kez.

"i cant seem to let you go" "ill always be here mark, youre not letting me go" " ( or in which mark wakes up one night and suddenly craves donghyuck" )

Chicken nuggets

Recently I met a boy, I am starting to really like him. That kind of makes me scared and I am feeling a lot of different emotions right now. And to cope with these emotions, I decided to collect them and write about them. This definitely isn't finished and there will be more and more over time, just so you know! (It also depends on the progress with this boy, I really don't know what kind of direction my writing will get to) Although these little snippets of my thoughts are more of a way to cope for myself, you may come across this and maybe feel the same way right now or felt the same way, or you don't, it doesn't really matter Anyways, I hope you enjoy :) And if you need someone to talk, but don't know how, I am here for you!

My favourite person made my soul rhyme. It's a collection of the poems I've written this year. This year was nothing but just a hidden love story I've been living and dreaming of coming true. And with having different partners one thing we all have in common is the "Feeling of Falling" in love. Be it one sided or secretive or the first love.

A small collection of poems, one for each day of the week, inspired by thoughts, reflections and experiences, real, imagined or feigned Cover image by Scott Warburton from Pixabay

Inspired by the story of Rapunzel A expectant mother craves an out of season plant. There is someone who can help them, but what will the price of assistance be? read to find out! DISCLAIMER: I do not own the cover photo. :D copyright for this lovely artwork goes to it's original creator.

The tale of the girl who lost her love, even though the boy loved her a lot but she refused to acknowledge him. Read it. :)

A Poe-esque poem about a man who fell into his desire for his neighbor. But not sexual desire, a more diabolical one.

When you are either alone or in love or both or none.

"I want to kiss you right now" He softly said. I could tell he was nervous from his shaky voice and hands. "Kiss me Harry" I said, tilting my head back. Kiss me. His face neared mine. My heart raced, awaiting the warm feeling of Harry's lips on mine. I needed him now. It was a painfully slow process. His eyes locked on mine as his hair slightly fell in front of his face. My hand went up to it and pulled it away, massaging the back of his head, running my hands through his hair. He smiled and pressed his lips to mine. My eyes closed. My heart sank. This was perfect. He is perfect. -- Thank you all for reading, voting, and commenting! It means the world to me .x you're all honestly the best and I love you all. Please enjoy this fan fic that I've been working on. I hope you love it :) -- *Ongoing Series*

It wasn't good, I was not better, and we weren't the best. For two years, I enjoyed Shaq being with me. My crying shoulder, craving buddy, motivation and my boyfriend. I was an only child and to be treated like a queen by an ancient king stuck in a quarterback's fit body... is the best thing. But still, good things always come to an end. And I can't say we were good yet we just ended. Second chances exists, and that's what he received from me.

A collection of poems about the one thing everybody wants but only few posses. Love. It is about all the things, that come with love: pain, anger, nostalgia and loss. It is very intimate for me, as I write it straight out of my heart. So I hope you'll find something in it.