Realist Stories

“I know I haven’t known you for long, but, can you just do me one small favour Adrianna?” I said as I stared at her. She blinked momentarily and a tear escaped her eye, as she replied in a small whisper. “It depends what the favour is” ***** Adrianna Lillington is not the perfect girl; she's flawed, she's got her own problems, and she's the furthest thing from perfect and she knows it. The total number of friends that she has can be counted on one hand; three. She has her secrets, secrets that nobody knows about. Rewind three years and a half and her life was at it's highest point. She had two loving parents, a circle of friends she trusted and treasured, and a community of family friends that loved and cherished her. She had love and affection, in every direction. But alas, nothing lasts forever. June 15th was when everything came crumbling down for Adrianna. Now, she is but a shadow of the happy-go-lucky girl she used to be. The only constant in her family is her mother. It was June 15th that everything changed. She doesn't ask for attention, she never looks for trouble and never is she the cause or object of gossip. She's established herself as the wallflower, the quiet girl at the sides of the room, quietly observing and analysing. But what happens when unexpected newcomers disturb the peace? What happens when the wallflower is thrust into the spolight with the arrival of a significant person in her past? Can the wallflower bloom, or will she continue to fade into the background? ************************************************************************************************************* [WARNING] This book will contain coarse language and sexual references. However, it won't be based on sex and stuff like that. Anyways, there may also be drug and alcohol references, and basically it will have mature content in it. *************************************************************************************************************

I'm sky, I'm 17, I'm from the streets and this whole "let me be proper" ain't for me. Like every human being my life wasn't perfect. I swear I'm just a mistake, I'm a error I'm not even supposed to be here, but for the meanwhile I'm just going to be me, and not give two fucks about the bs. Welcome to my life if you care.

My mind is noisy. I've poked holes for the din to leak. It spilt across my keyboard and had its first peek of the world. No claim on being a poet, just blowing plumes that muddle my thoughts. Cover does not belong to me.

Get ready to indulge yourself in some really fun, raw and real challenges!

Midnight thoughts in poetry

Basado en el anime y manga: Makai Ouji: Devils and Realist. Aunque algunas cosas las quise conservar como tal, otras tantas (que son la mayoría) las he inventado yo. Empecé a escribir éste fic basándome en el pilar 75-76 en adelante (manga) pero algunas cosas las cambie para que coincidieran con mi historia. Espero que les guste :)

This poem is all about life. It may be in love, broken-hearted, confused, can't move forward, sorrow, magical and etc. The poem is highly influenced by movies and other literary works which inspires me. Some may be my experiences and some are don't. Hope you'll like it.

Lydia Collins. The observer. She notices everything, but isn't noticed. But she doesn't care. She likes it. A lot of horrible things have happened to her yet... She doesn't care. She would rather move on then dwell on the past. She didn't even like talking about it. Or so she thought... Before she indulged in a conversation with Mason.

Tori Cloke is the realist bi*ch on the block. Dont take Sh*t from these females and males. She puts her honesty in everything. When Tori meets the powerful and wise Jabari Wells, a well known drug lord who made it to the top throughout all struggles, Her real status will be put to the test. How do you be true to yourself, understand love and also keep it 100 when sh*t gets the realist.

❝Everything's always changing and it never really takes much to change them.❞ © by Kaylee B (YoungAuthor531) 2014. All rights reserved.

Cursed with Eternal Darkness, he endures endless misfortune, loneliness, and pain. The only son in a struggling family, he gives everything, yet receives nothing but suffering. With no ego, greed, or desire, his only joy comes from seeing others happy. But as the world repays his kindness with betrayal and indifference, he questions God-was he born just to endure? A haunting tale of selflessness, suffering, and the search for meaning in an unforgiving world.

for some of us we have it tougher than others.. this is meant for those of us who do. I wrote this from heart and pain. I hope you enjoy and choose to read. hopefully you relate.

I really never thought that I'd be making more poems, but here I am, still writing. I hope that everyone likes them, and their unique style.

just read.

Here, have another sad, depressing, realist poem that I wrote when my mind was in a fucked up state.🥸

Interessant wird es, "die Themen auf die simpelste Ebene zu reduzieren", - dann kommst Du auf "den Urmenschen, der lernt, das Bekannte vom Unbekannten zu trennen", - der "das Bekannte immer und immer bestätigen muss, um es nicht wieder zu verlieren", - der "erste wahre Realist". -

The most pessimistic and real apocalypse story. This story is set around a group trying to get around the grittier change in the world