Remember Stories

I woke up with no name, no past, and shadows stalking my every step. I wandered into a tiny coffee shop hoping for answers, but all I found were strangers staring at me like I was a problem they weren't prepared to deal with. The more I tried to piece myself together, the more I wondered if I belonged in an asylum instead-especially when the dark, faceless figures following me refused to disappear. It's hard enough not knowing who or where I am. It's worse realizing everyone I meet is hiding something. And the one person who unsettles me most? A curly-haired boy named Sawyer, who acts like he's keeping the biggest secret of all.

Hailey Dalia Veranzo woke up six years ago as an empty shell-nothing but her name. She built a new life in Canada, trying to be fine, but the past she can't remember echoes in her nights. Desperate for answers, she returns to the Philippines, determined to remember everything she lost. Nhiel Keith Olavidez, her bodyguard, is cold, distant, and familiar. He says he'll help her uncover her past, but he's hiding a dangerous secret. A secret he doesn't want her to remember. As their relationship is given a second chance, fragments of her memories resurface like shattered glass. The truths she hoped would set her free only cut deeper, because the man who broke her heart is the same man she's been falling for all over again. Will the echoes of the past reconcile their unfinished love story-or tear them apart forever?

"So I heard... you found... somebody else..." ♱ ────────୨♰ৎ──────── ♱ "Remember me... Remember us... Safiró." In a world of Darkness and wonder, let there be light to guide you, there is beauty beyond the darkness hidden beneath The Twilight Zone. Two souls in different paths, connecting to one another. Will you sacrifice one life, to save the other? ♱ ────────୨♰ৎ──────── ♱ (🐸: updates every Monday. cuz I'm lazy af.) 🥇: Sacrificiallove 🥇: Guns 🥇: Religions 🥇: Worldwar2 🥈: War 🥉: Worldwar

Anaya Rao thought her father had simply left India behind. Then she found his old journal. Inside were drawings of a village he never mentioned, a house he never returned to, and four children standing near a forest no one was allowed to enter after dark. Her father was one of them. Another never came back. The villagers said the forest took him. But some secrets are not buried by ghosts. Some are buried by people. A story collaboration with @Alexblaze Check out his account! : https://www.wattpad.com/user/Alexblaze

When we moved into the house, we didn't understand what was happening. We were tired, raising children, trying to build a life. Only years later did we realise a small presence had been with us all along - gentle, careful, and never meant to frighten. This is the story of Florrie, a little girl from the old Plotlands who slipped into our lives without meaning to, comforted our son when he cried, and left more softly than she arrived. Not a haunting. A recognition. A child who was never seen in her own time, finally seen in ours.

London Ynarez --- I was twenty-two. Fresh out of college, full of dreams, and desperate to see the world. I wanted New York. Europe. The kind of places that would make me lose my way, make me cry, make me feel alive. Maybe I'd stay in New York for a year, maybe three. I wanted to work three jobs at once, have my own tiny apartment with city lights that never sleep, adopt a dog and complain because I couldn't take care of it. He wanted to settle down. I wanted to live. I asked him to wait. I told him maybe in a year, maybe in two, we could talk about us again. Selfish? Probably. But part of me hoped that when I was finally ready, he'd still be there - still mine. But he moved on. He found someone else. And someday, he's going to remember me - how much I loved him. And when that happens... I'll hate myself for letting him go. Start: October 26, 2025 End:

A quiet space for the thoughts you never shared. This book gathers the fragile, lingering emotions that stay long after a heartbreak-offering a gentle place to feel, remember, and heal.

Sinasabing ang Bulkang Mayon ay puno ng kwento - tungkol sa wagas na pag-ibig, matibay na lakas, at mahabang kasaysayan. Ngunit sa likod ng tanyag na alamat nito, may isang kwentong hindi pa naibabahagi. Ang kwento ni Mayonah, ang batang lumaki sa gitna ng mga lumang bato at alaala ng nakaraan. Payapa at simple ang kanyang mundo hanggang sa may dumating na bisitang galing sa malayo. Isang simpleng pangyayari ang nagtagpo sa kanilang landas, at nag-iwan ng bakas na hindi madaling mabura. Isang telang headscarf, sulat ng pasasalamat, at isang bulaklak - mga bagay na tila karaniwan lang, ngunit magsisilbing tulay para pagtagpuin muli ang dalawang magkaibang mundo. Ang ganda ng Mayon ay hindi lamang nasusukat sa perpektong hugis nito. Minsan, ang tunay na ganda ay nararamdaman - sa mga simpleng gawa, sa mga panandaliang pagkikita, at sa mga alaala na mananatili magpakailanman. Date Started; June 22, 2024 Revised & New Vision; June 11, 2026 End ; ⎯

A one-shot. A what-if. A maybe.

"Some promises aren't forgotten... even when the people who made them are." Every Sunday, they found themselves sitting on the same wooden pew, beneath the same church bells that faithfully echoed through the quiet town. It was never planned-just two strangers whose paths kept crossing until silence became comfort and stolen glances became something more. Their love grew between whispered prayers, shared smiles, and moments too small for the world to notice. But not every love story is meant to reach forever. Time, distance, and painful choices forced them apart, leaving only memories behind. Years later, one unexpected reunion brings them back to the very place where it all began. The church remained unchanged. The bells still rang. And with every chime, the past came rushing back. Because while people may forget, the bells remember us.

𝘼𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙡 𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙟𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙡𝙚 𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙪, 𝙚𝙠 𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙅𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙜𝙝𝙪𝙢 𝙗𝙝𝙞 𝙣𝙖𝙖 𝙝𝙤 𝙖𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙪 𝙗𝙝𝙞 𝙣𝙖 𝙝𝙤, 𝙗𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙮𝙖𝙧 𝙝𝙞 𝙥𝙮𝙖𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙚 . ♬ ݁˖ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── A collection of emotions scattered across pages-some loved, some lost, some never spoken aloud. These poems are fragments of memories, feelings, and moments that linger long after they've passed. For anyone who has loved deeply, missed quietly, or carried pieces of a feeling they could never quite put into words.

This reminds you all of the things we may done in life

I sat in my first period english class, my teacher grading papers or whatever it is that teachers do when you walk in. Soon the first bell rung, and people filed in. The usual suspects, the nerds, the cool kids, the "we hate liz" kids, and so on and so forth. But Imagine my surprise when I see a kid with blonde straighted hair, and an under cut roll in. And I mean that literally, he rolled in, in a pair of healies. I couldn't take my eyes off this peculiar specicimine. A woman from the office handed my teacher a note, who then attended her attention to the odd looking boy standing behind her. "What's your name?" She smiled. "Jaimie." The boy smiled right back.

Maya moves to a new school. When moving to this new school, she meets two boys. Those two boys are Jason and Dylan. Both of them don't have a good reputation, but she decides to be optimistic about them. Dylan is known as the bad boy player who doesn't care about girls. Jason is known as the extremely bad boy who just plays girls for the fun of it. Is there anything more to these two boys, though? Maybe there isn't, but Maya wants to find out.

Sera returns after a car accident, claiming she forgot an entire year of her life. She still remembers her friends and the boy she once knew as a bully, but not what really happened during that missing time. As she crosses paths again with Miko, the past starts to feel closer than she expected. But did she really forget the truth or is she just choosing not to face it?

Every year, children disappear. Not because they ran away. Not because they died. Because the world forgets they ever existed. Taken to Camp Seven, boys and girls between the ages of eleven and seventeen are stripped of their names and given numbers instead. Beyond the fences, they're told they no longer have families, futures, or lives worth remembering. One by one, they're chosen for a purpose no child should ever face. Eli has spent months learning the only rule that matters: survive. Then he meets Ava. Quiet. Watchful. Forgotten by almost everyone. She remembers every child who has ever been taken. Their names. Their stories. The little pieces of them the camp was never meant to erase. As Eli is drawn into Ava's secret, he discovers that remembering someone can be the most dangerous act of rebellion. Because in a place built to erase identities, memory is power-and someone will do anything to destroy it. Some children fight to escape. Others fight to be remembered.

A collection of poems

Short, creative writing piece about the Vietnam War. All rights reserved.

A boy stuck in a town surrounded by a mysterious forest made of thorns, living a daily life stuck with heavy expectations by his perfectionist parents. A life he's known for the longest time, trying his absolute best to meet those expectations and please his parents until one fated day where he wandered too far and is met face to face with a strange vine-like plant, following it to the edge of the forest. Guided by a mysterious force, he is faced with two options.... Go into the forest and face the unknown, or submit to his fears and live the perfect life he was granted. Follow the vine towards the root.... (This story was inspired by many things from music, to personal experiences, day dreams, and stories from many others. It is also a tiny piece to a bigger puzzle that i plan to put together. Enjoy!)

saudade /noun/ a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant.