Dearest Stories

A Ryoji Mochizuki one shot (Persona 3) Disclaimer: I do not own Ryoji Mochizuki.

Mezou Kuryuu celebrates the culinary achievements of the world with her very first cookbook. She proves that you don't need an oven or a microwave or even a basic knowledge of cooking in order to be a good chef.

the past, present, and future meet on a train. a girl is unstuck from time. the beast tells the story from her perspective. what life is like after you leave what is your garden and grave. where i have been walking towards my entire life, you.

We've all been backstabbed or lost someone whom we once called a best friend. And this is my humorous soliloquy to that dear "friend."

Kathleen's airman husband, Nathaniel, is called to protect the British Soldier's on the beaches of Dunkirk. These are letters from Nathaniel to his beloved wife and record of the consequences of war on those involved and left behind.

All my poems together. The poems are my thoughts, feelings and my heart on the page.

Warning! Suicidal scenes and swearing are to be expected. Read at your own risk. Collection of letters to people I know , I wrote these in real life in my notebook. So this book is non-fiction. I'm not stealing any ideas or a plot from any other author. Please take note of that. The background of my cover belongs to the texture pack in Deviantart called b-reath , please visit that texture pack if you want to! :)

Dearest mother By james a. galgano Mother dearest I once knew you endearing grace and kindness divine. You brought me upon this precipice of tomorrow with memories entwined. Among whose endless horizon every hope slips now alone into approaching night Awaiting forsaken dreams extinguished by windless expired candlelight. But these arms long enough to still cling to your heavenly divine close to mine. Within such foolish aspirations elusive yet so hopelessly confined By whomever now will never again be dearest mother eternally. I will never forget you my eternal comfort I am at lost for words for all my thankful memories. With unspoken words which sink now in your absence like shadows into forsaken light Mother dearest I won't remain here long forever but still long for your precious love's delight

One shot

For as long as she can remember, Alexa has never used the title "mine." With the word "mine",there is no sharing. When her fingers interlock with his however she has the right to use the title mine as much as she wants to. The perfectly blue eyes, golden hair, and smile; were all hers. Her hand laces perfectly in between his as if they were meant to be. With the word "mine" however comes great responsibility. It was her job to make sure he never got away. For if that ever happened he couldn't be her's anymore. She couldn't use the title "mine."

Why did you have to do that?

A composition of letters to unknown.

I'm 15 years old. I'm an only child to two over protective parents, if that wasn't bad enough. They never really approved of me. How I looked, acted, talked. I only made it a million times worse when I found out I was pregnant. With a man nearly twice my age. Everyone makes mistakes, mine are constant. My teen pregnancy story.

The Tibetan name for Everest is Qomolangma (ཇོ་མོ་གླང་མ, lit. "holy mother")

welcome to another pity party of mine