Feel Stories

This is just a short glimpse of how love in poetry can look and feel like. If you've ever been in love, are in love or search for love, dear reader, this is for you. <3

The fire died for the family name. Now, the ghost of a first love shadows the altar. Bound by duty to a marriage of convenience, Aarav Malhotra finds himself wed to a stranger, preesha verma. He traded passion for legacy, but the echo of his past refusal is louder than any vow. Can a carefully arranged life ever outshine a destiny that was brutally denied?

සමාවනු මැන කුමක් කරන්නද? අවසානය නම්... අංශක 180ක සිරස් රේඛාවකි..!

One of the favourite lessons reading books has taught me is that you're never alone, not alteast in thoughts and words. There are others who think like you, feel like you and react like you. It's like that sometimes, our unspoken thoughts are the bridges that connect us, even though we might be miles apart. And so, I've written them down in the hope that there are many out there in this world who would be willing to walk these bridges leading to me-the real, raw and unhidden self I am- my heart and mind and soul. And I really want to walk over to your side and feel what you are like. You are the one to decide whether you want to build 'em or not... ----------------- Cover by me! None of the media used in this book belongs to me.

The story is set in 1967/1968 around the time of Syd Barrett's departure from Pink Floyd. The chapters are set so as each one is an event in his life that may have inspired a song on his solo album "The Madcap Laughs."

This feeling that fills your heart...

For those who lost themselves and those who are trying so hard to make their way back. Continuation of Heart for Thought, but that is not needed to read this.

After a long time of tribulation and loneliness, Antony finally crowns his dream to teach Numerology at the historical high school where he once studied as a teenager. Having fulfilled his destiny does not mean life will proceed as smoothly as he thought it would: Numerology is still considered a useless and faded branch of witchcraft. Will the goofiest teacher in the world manage to find his place in the magicians' society?

May I say, find it out for yourself ;)

Here are some of my favorite quotes.

A book of original poetry for those days lacking lustre, days where you need connection--to read something that makes you feel a little less isolated from the world. I welcome you to my book, Poems; thoughts: a collection of love, weakness, strength, places and people. These poems are all original; experimental in their form and emotionally evocative. Please vote, share, or comment on anything that creates a little tingle in your chest.

“Making friends is hard, falling in love is harder but falling in love with two wrong persons is astonishing easy. Still I would have preferred my life simple, no Guy, no Damon, no friends and no worries about people discovering my secrets.” As a typical teenage girl Jamey goes through life with a lot of secrets, some horrible secrets. That is why when she's sent to her first high school to make her senior year the best year, she wants to go by as unnoticed as possible. But as uncaring as the blonde girl is, she has a weakness. Guys. Yes the girl that had never loved a boy before, can only find happiness in unknown territory. Maybe that's the reason why she slowly finds herself falling for bad boy Guy Jackson. Making his way to her virginity, she tries to find shelter with an unexpected third party.

Sigue esperando

Sum bout that milf next door 😶

Water had always been Touko's preference. It meant healing, protection, security. But there's very little water can do to shield her from the incoming threat of electricity. Dark was a given for N: he'd spent all of his years locked away, hidden in the shadows from the rest of society. Yet somehow, the burning light of fire had sought him out, forcing him into the daylight. Truth. Ideals. When fire and electricity clash, which prevails?

Random sickfics with random OCs. It seems like the sickfic community is coming to a decline so here I am posting my old stories and some new ones. Cover picture is not mine Original creator unknown

a collection of excerpts that will make you understand the way you make me feel.

I can’t! I just can’t! I’m walking up and down in my room with the telephone in my hand, ready to phone someone. I mean not just someone, someone special: Darin. I’m taking a deep breath of fresh air and I press the first number. I realise that my hands are shaking. No! I throw the telephone through the room. I can’t!

A LIGHT HEARTED SHORT STORY