Mood Stories

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.

ئەو بووە بەو تیشکە ڕووناکییەی کە بە ناو قڵیشی دیوارە تارییکەکانی مێشکمدا هاتە ژوورەوە و فێری کردم کە هێشتا لە ناو ئەم وێرانەیەشدا شتێک هەیە بەناوی ﮼ژیان🌞 15 may 2026. دەست پێک

Retrouvez tous les covers, les messages et les résumés de fictions dans ce livre. [cover provisoire]

She came for a job. He never expected her to steal his heart. In a world where love is forbidden... Will she risk everything for the CEO?

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.✌❤

'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???????? 'I'm 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.

#2 Poem This poem describes the spectacular morning view and how nature enlightens the mind of the poet

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 many 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

မ​ရေးချင်​တော့ရင် ဖျက်မှာပါ စိတ်ထဲဖြစ်​တဲ့ Mood ​နဲ့ ခံစားချက်တိုက်ဆိုင်တဲ့ သီချင်းတွေကို တင်ထားပါတယ် ❤️ ဒီတိုင်း ​ပေါ့​ပေါ့ပါးပါး အ​တွေးအမြင်​လေး​တွေ​လည်း ပါမယ် ☺️

Mood boards!

Pebbles in the symphonic pond swirling around as poems, incarnations of the thoughts jiggling in my mind....

Abandoned by her family and friends, Saira left home to start anew and fix her life. After 2 long years, she comes back home. Back to the place where it all started. This time, she is not a pathetic weakling anymore. She is now an Alpha and ready to take revenge on the people who looked down on her all her life. She's gonna show them how it feels to be the one in control. And this time, karma is going to be a bitch.

Random poetry or thoughts. Most of these are written really late at night when I'm high so they might get deep or really stupid. Hope you enjoy!!

3/24/21 11:32 PM Hiya, guess who's back! That's right, your good pal Inka. Call me Sei now though, thank you ^^ I've been leaving this book to rot for a while and well.. I really don't have a lot to do nowadays so I thought why not bring it back?? So here I am! Once again, I'll still try to follow the story of Rider acting odd after his mind being hijacked thing but it might change a lot because well... the original story was really embarrassing and stuff. I hope that you enjoy!!! -Sei Characters do NOT belong for me except for the three Oca's. The rest of the characters are from the Coroika Splatoon Manga.

Cuentos sin final que te dejaran pensando. ex: ¨Historias de una noche¨

Here you will see daily updates, drawings, drawing tutorials, moods, drawing ideas and more. Hope you like it!

in which... this author makes you mood boards!! maybe more later.

Hey all my fellow Billie stans! I decided to do something a little risky, and write short stories for all the songs in the When We All Fall Asleep Where Do We Go album! The stories are based on the way the song feels, as well as the lyrics. You can totally disagree with me on these stories and interpretations of Billie's songs, and that's ok! The meaning behind songs is always different to every person. Disclaimer: These songs don't belong to me, only the short stories do. The songs (which I'm using as chapter titles) belong to the amazing Billie Eilish *COMPLETED*

Recueil de textes inspirés de chansons, ou simplement par mes émotions et humeurs du moment.

A rambling, rather convoluted tale of the inner turmoil of a non-existent villain, written in a semi-delirious state of despondent hopelessness