Dearest Stories

To you I write these.. and to me who gave my everything.

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It was a terrible discovery -- Comedy 500+ Words

A 19 Year old girl-Abigail Jones-is living during the time of the Civil War. To get her through rough times, she writes letters to her "Dearest". But he isn't who you think he is... Cover by the graphic queen: @xoxaria

Currently, there's quite a couple haiku's on here... Every few days, i'll post a new haiku representing my mood or just whatever random things I want. All in all, don't be surprised if one day I write about love and the next about the exact opposite, I just felt like it. ;)

where your well-wisher (whoever you would like to imagine them as) writes letters to you. this is my very sorry attempt at creating a comfort space for myself and anyone who needs it. and this is especially dedicated to a very special friend as well:)

''I yearn for your happiness, my dearest, but I fear that my presence will be the rain on your parade, extinguishing the light that dances within you. I am but a lonely guardian of my own demons, too afraid to bind you to my melancholy. I cannot bear the thought of suffocating your vibrant spirit, so I withdraw, consumed by the sorrow of our love'' His voice was soft and low. But it was enough for her to hear as the waves of the sea bring back the cold wind and enveloped them with it. This is a captivating tale that weaves together the intricate harmonies of love, personal growth, and the sacrifices we make for those we hold dear. In this enchanting story, we follow the journey of Lichan, a gifted yet troubled musician, as he wrestles with his emotions and grapples with the profound decision to distance himself from the vibrant and spirited Lynara. Fueled by a belief that he would become the rain on her parade, Lichan embarks on a poignant exploration of what it truly means to care for someone and the delicate balance between fostering a connection and allowing freedom to flourish. Join us as we dive into a symphony of emotions, discovering the hidden melodies that lie within the unspoken words and unexpressed desires of the heart.

Mengisahkan tentang kisah daripada awal dua orang insan bertemu sehingga salah seorang daripada mereka terjatuh...

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

A TaeLice Fanfic. (COMPLETED) Taehyung has been a fanboy of her since the birth of Blackpink and that's pretty obvious given the fancams lurking around social media. But what the world doesn't know is that both of them hold special feelings for each other. How long do you think they can keep their little thing a secret from everyone else?

Sutan Zico Seorang siswa SMA yang bebal dengan segala bentuk hukuman, tak menggubris segala perkataan guru siapa sangka dalam dirinya menyimpan hati untuk gadis yang ternyata memendam hati kepada yang lain. Alinka. gadis bermata teduh dengan segala ketenangannya yang memabukan hati. mengejar sesuatu yang mengejar begitu mungkin cerita yang akan bergulir

it's about Haisley Ashlyn Del Vuego. A highschool student. Matalino siya but not like her father. Nagaaral siya sa isang public school kung saan malapit lang ang bahay niya. Matalino siya pero hindi sobrang talino. Top siya lagi sa room nila pero hindi sa buong school. Active siya sa school at mahilig magbasa ng libro. Kahit anong libro basta naagaw ang pansin niya. Pero may dadating na problema na hindi niya inaasahan. Problemang hindi niya alam at wala siyang kaalam alam kung paano at dapat gawin. Ano ang mangyayari?

Itong Spoken Word na to ay nanggaling sa sexy kong utak!!!

"Maleficent appeared in the grand hallway, making people cry out with fear! She sauntered down the path, the Kings eyes shooting daggers at her. The fairies flew back out of fear; enabling her to grant the wish: 'On her sixteenth birthday, she will prick her finger and-" "Stop!" The little girl hiding under the quilt shouted. The old woman chuckled at her fear. "It's only a story, F-" She began. "I know! Granny! Why can't she prick her finger and fall in love with a prince?" The little girl asked, her cheeks lined with embarrassment. "Deary me! Look at the time! You better get to sleep, your parents will be home soon." She said. "Okay, granny." She grinned at the old woman as she buried herself under the covers. "Goodnight, fae." "Goodnight, love you." "...I love you too, fae" That was the last time some one called fae by her first name. That was the last time some one told her they loved her. It was the last time she saw her grandmother. That was the last time fae was fae. ****** Fae Robinson was six when her grandmother died, when her grandmother was murdered. Her whole world just seemed to... Stop. She grew distant with everybody, even her parents. Fae locked herself away from the outside world, obsessing over fairy tails. Her life remained in a bedroom, never growing, never blossoming. One day her parents agreed that she had to come out; they entered her room, but found nothing. Fae Robinson was Gone. Never found. No one knew when she had disappeared or Run away. But she was right there. In a fairytale.

A poem about the poet, Emily Dickinson Cover art by me @aslostasalice