Ghosted Stories

Valerie's life was weird enough. Then she met the dead boy with the guitar. Or should I say dead boys? Now there's late-night jam sessions, ghost drama, and feelings she definitely wasn't planning to catch. It's fine. Everything's fine. Probably.

On a quiet school bus ride, two former lovers sit on opposite sides-close in distance but worlds apart. She watches him with a mixture of longing and regret, while he avoids her gaze, lost in thought. Their silent exchange is heavy with unspoken memories. I Knew Him Once is a bittersweet tale of young love, faded bonds, and the ache of what might have been.

They never became "us", not really, not clearly-just moments that felt like something more without ever being named. Until he disappeared, leaving behind the hour they never defined and the question she was never answered... Ano ba talaga tayo? A year later, he came back like nothing ended... but some things were never meant to stay unfinished.

Two soulmates torn apart by the very thing they fear. Death. How will they overcome this "obstacle"? Can it even be overcome? - I kind of rushed this so if there are ANY errors please feel free to comment so that I can make the proper adjustments <3

Sa panahong uso pa ang beeper, mixtapes, at love letters, nabuo ang isang tahimik na kwento ng unang pag-ibig. Walang linaw. Walang label. Walang aminan. Lumipas ang taon, nagbago ang panahon pero nanatili ang alaala ng "almost". Dahil minsan, ang hindi mo nasabi...'yun ang kwento na hindi mo malilimutan.

Gabriella France San Lorenzo had a lot of problems to deal with but she didn't give up and found a way to overcome it but every problem left her a scar until Maxwell came. Maxwell lifted her from sadness and help her to overcome her problems but what if Maxwell is the reason behind her new scar? READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

you are important to someone

When the Flame Forgot Her Name is a lyrical journey through love, loss, longing, and the quiet unraveling of identity. Through fragments of poetry, whispers of memory, and sparks of healing, this series traces the path of a woman once consumed by desire-now learning to rise from her own ashes.

#ghosted

Angsty, raw, real, straight out of my head poetry from my personal experience. Enjoy.

Soft ghosting, or slow fading, is when someone stops replying to your messages little by little. Breadcrumbing is when someone sends you just enough messages to get your hopes up, but not enough to progress the relationship. Sa'n ka sa dalawa? Love starts with being strangers to friends to lovers and ends with lovers to strangers. Bakit kaya ang daming na ghost ngayon? Yung tipong nasa no label relationship ka, lagi mong ka chat yung tao. Lagi mo ka video call, ka text, ka tawagan pero nung na attach ka na, bigla nalang hindi nagparamdam. Feel me? Yung gabi gabi mong tinatanong ang sarili mo kung anong nagawa mo kung bakit hindi na sya nag cha chat Sayo, bakit hindi na sya nagpaparamdam sayo. Yung pati halaga mo natatanong mo na. Ayaw niya lang ba talaga sayo o ayaw niya lang mag commit? Wanna know how I was ghosted and breadcrumbed? So here's my story. _skyeeeee

The same sky ,under the same moon and the same sun but why does it feel different? I feel drunk ? I don't even drink. I feel so much pain but I've just woken up? I'm so hungry but I cannot digest. Love sick. This writing is about being love sick, or as I like to call it early onset dementia in young people.

To the first person I've ever been fucked up on. God this one is embarrassing This is the first letter I've written to somebody of this nature. I turned it in as a final for my college creative writing class after I realized I wasn't good at creative writing and had already written 2 lesbian pieces. I just felt it was time to get all the feelings I had pent up about this person on paper. Like it's so embarrassing, I got an A on it even though it read like wet newspaper. Also outing myself like this to my creative writing professor with the bleached hair and the dad punk rock thing going on that I kinda wanted to smash was also dummy embarrassing. It is very badly written, it definitely reads like I dumped out everything I had been bottling up for a few years at this point into a keyboard. Which is exactly what it is anyways, there's probably a lot of grammatical errors and awkward sentences, I actually can't read this all the way through without getting a slurry of embarrassed nausea. Edit: I plan to write about it here one day but. This is actually about my current partner. 3 years after this was written and nearly 6 years after meeting him we reconnected. We live together and we're planning our future together.

has ghosted someone,but never a ghost

The Ghoster's Haunt" is a witty and darkly humorous poem that explores the common modern experience of ghosting in relationships. The poem follows the perspective of someone who has been abruptly cut off in communication, reflecting on the mysterious disappearance of the other person. Through playful yet eerie imagery, it pokes fun at the absurdity of ghosting, likening the ghoster to a phantom that fades into oblivion. With themes of modern dating and digital disconnection, the poem uses sarcasm to express frustration while also making light of the situation. It touches on the emotional confusion left behind when conversations are left unfinished, blending feelings of annoyance with dark comedy. "The Ghoster's Haunt" captures the ghosting phenomenon in today's world, turning the frustration of being ignored into a hauntingly amusing experience.

Sun without Rain (one-shot story) This is my first time to write a one-shot story. I wrote this because of my boredness! Sana magustuhan n'yo! Photo not mine. Credit to the rightful owner. Started: Oct 08, 2021 at 8:30AM Ended: Oct 08, 2021 at 10:05PM

Sometimes people can let you down by the way they refuse to break your heart.

Lockwood, Lucy and George explore the trials and tribulations of ghost hunting, living in London and falling in love. Fanfic of Netflix show , not original characters .

Some messages were never sent. Some replies never came. Althea keeps staring at her phone, typing and deleting, hoping that one day, he'll answer. Cale left without a word, thinking silence would spare them both pain. But silence hurts more than words. It stretches seconds into minutes, minutes into hours... and hours into a kind of waiting that never ends. A story about love, loss, and the kind of heartbreak that lingers long after the last "seen." Will she move on, or will she keep counting the time she doesn't have?