Mood Stories

After humanity collapsed, they created gods from the calendar itself. Twelve bloodlines. Twelve Months. Twelve teenagers worshipped like saints in a dying world. In Crimson Vale, the Months are everything people pray for: peace, warmth, rain, order, hope. But gods bleed just like everyone else. December was raised to become humanity's symbol of salvation. November learned that grief can make monsters out of anyone. And somewhere beneath the parties, violence, and worship, something inside the Months is beginning to rot. Because the world didn't end once. It's starting to end again. As loyalties fracture and love turns obsessive, the Months begin pulling each other closer to destruction - and the closer they get, the more dangerous they become. Some were created to save humanity. Others were never meant to survive it.

Halima Story She was taught that good girls stay quiet. That some truths are too heavy to say out loud. That love means carrying it alone. For 7 years, Halima kept Mama Bose's secret buried under "I'm fine." She smiled at family dinners. She answered when they called her. But every night, the silence got heavier. At 11:47 PM, the weight became too much. Her fingers shook. Her heart said _speak_. Her fear said _don't_. She chose anyway. This isn't just about what she said. It's about what it costs to finally say

Abrie Warren didn't go to the Portland synagogue wedding looking for anything life‑changing - until Judd Nelson walked in wearing sunglasses indoors and staring at her like she'd rewritten his script. What follows pulls her into the warm chaos of his sisters, his unpredictable actor friends, and a chemistry that unfolds with the slow‑burn tension of a 90s indie film.

A place where I put my soul on display for the world to see. Here's a closer look at the ups and downs of my consciousness. If I could use two words to describe my writing they would be an emotional rollercoaster. My goal is to heal those reading. Each of you matter. Thank you for taking time out of your day to read my work ❤️ * PS: My newer poetry is toward the top! Older writings are toward the bottom. ❤️⭐️ • There are themes that may be triggering. Read at your own discretion. • Strong language in some of them. • LEAVE A COMMENT! I APPRECIATE ALL CRITICISM 😊 ------ Achievements: #1 in poetry contest (12/1/22) #1 in numb (4/24/23) #1 in poetry contest (5/6/23) 5K Reads: ➡️ 7/26/23

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Hello, my dear readers. These poems are just pieces of what I feel- some soft, some heavy. I hope you find something in them that feels like your own. Thank you for being here.✌❤

Valencia thought she was hallucinating. That was before the floating robot insulted her, the mirror welcomed her into a deadly game, and a black diamond ring started pulsing like it had a heartbeat. Now she's stuck in a violent world filled with enemies she doesn't remember, dangerous players hiding behind perfect smiles, and enough psychological problems to bankrupt several therapists. Unfortunately, Valencia has no intention of dying quietly. And if this mysterious game thinks it can control her? That's adorable.

'I will marry' Yeah finally the asshole had something to say, he kept my sister waiting for ages. He better treat her very well or else I'd be their little honeymoon package and I'd show him all of my karate skills. 'But I'll marry you' He pointed his finger at me, the hell was he talking about? I almost chuckled thinking it's a joke but everyone else just stood as if there was nothing that could be said against it. 'W_hat?' My sister said almost breaking. The asshole made my sister cry???????? 'Am sorry I can't marry you I am more attracted to your little sister' I almost jumped to him, until I heard my sister crying while she left the room. I was about to run after her but I stood in front of the so called husband, 'Fuck you' that was all I could say.

စိတ်ထဲ ဖြစ်​တဲ့ Mood ​နဲ့ ခံစားချက် တိုက်ဆိုင်တဲ့ သီချင်းတွေကို တင်ထားပါတယ် ❤️ ဒီတိုင်း ​ပေါ့​ပေါ့ပါးပါး အ​တွေးအမြင်​လေး​တွေ​လည်း ပါမယ် ☺️ ဘယ်သူမှ မမြင်​အောင် လာ​ရေးထားတာ Just Floating!! ✌️

I don't always talk about what I feel. So I write it instead. These are things I never said out loud, like sand in my pockets - a quiet weight I carry, almost invisible, small, but still there.

Hollis is committed to the shadowed halls of the Marrowbend Institute. But he quickly realizes it's more than just a cage. The Boonies, a cult of Cora Boone's followers, operate within the walls of the teenage asylum. Ready and willing to perform tasks set before them by Cora herself, even if it means great personal harm. Her three-year confinement left a dark legacy within these walls, forcing Hollis to confront a version of her he never knew existed, and allowing him to see the power she truly holds over others. He must form alliances with other patients to survive, while combating new and dangerous rivalries. On the outside, Cora's relentless pursuit to expose the police cover-up regarding her parents' deaths has earned her a formidable new enemy in Officer Bradwell. With the law weaponized against her, Cora fights to make the truth known before the town buries her along with its secrets. Unfortunately for Cora, the law and the Headmaster of Marrowbend, Abel Trenner, push back, threatening to make Hollis disappear forever.

Some Random Aesthetic pictures for you Hope you like it Enjoy ❤️

Me talking about irrelevant things.

လူကောင်းတစ်ယောက်ဖြစ်ဖို့ဆိုတာ.... 'လူကောင်း'​ ဆိုတဲ့အဓိပ္ပာယ်​ လူအမျိုးမျိုး အယူအဆအမျိုးမျိုးမှာ ကျနော်ဘာကိုယုံကြည်သလဲ.... ဘဝမှာဘယ်အရာတွေကအဓိကကျလဲ..... ကျွန်တော်​ဘယ်အရာတွေကို အထင်ကြီးသလဲ... ကျွန်တော်​ဆိုတဲ့ သက်ရှိဖြစ်တည်မူတစ်ခုရဲ့ ဘဝအတွေ့အကြုံ..... လူအများနှင့် လိမ္မာ​ပါးနပ်စွာ ပြောဆိုဆက်ဆံခြင်း..... လက်တွေ့ကျသောဘဝနေနည်း....

Let's all take a moment to look around us. Breathe. Widen those senses. And absorb every little feeling out there. Incomprehensible. That's the veracity of the things existing around us and including our own. We'll try to fathom everything. There's an unending joy to it. Skim near the shores or go deep into the unknown. Hope these poems provide you all variable perspectives.

Lyric Martin has always had it all. A perfect family, friends, and everyone has always loved her. Until one day when she is dared to jump off of a roof of an old abandoned building, into a lake at least forty feet below. Lyric's voice is permanently damaged, and her parents' send her to live with Lyric's Aunt and Uncle, who live two hours away from where she lives. Lyric falls into a deep depression, and will not talk to anyone...Until she meets Jared. A boy who will not give up on her no matter what. Will Lyric fall deeper into a depression? Or will Jared win over her heart, and change the way she sees life?

Dive in what is hidden within --- Read as you must. •2020

am·bi·vert /ˈambəˌvərt/ noun: Psychology noun: ambivert; plural noun: ambiverts a person whose personality has a balance of extrovert and introvert features. credits to Google random quotes, journal entries, diaries, poems, etc. some are original some are not! if any reccomendations, please comment!

ကျနော့်အပေါ် မကောင်းတဲ့လူတွေကို ကျနော်​မမုန်းပါဘူး အမုန်းက အချစ်ကစတင်ခြင်းဖြစ်လို့ ကျနော်မှမချစ်တာ......။ ကျနော်တို့ချစ်တဲ့လူတွေက ကျနော်တို့ဆွဲထားလို့မရတဲ့ အကြောင်းပြချက်တွေနဲ့ ထွက်ခွာသွားခဲ့ရင်.......။