Symbolic Stories

Recommended for 15+ (Make you're own call if you think you have the maturity of roughly a 15-year-old or older... you're good) Anyway... Six years have passed since Aaravos fell... Six years of planning, failing, hoping and waiting for what's to come. But no one can predict the future. (Well, maybe Kosmo kind of can). Rayla and Callum are navigating love, loss, and the unknown of what's to come. Old enemies awaken, new dangers emerge, and every choice could destroy the world they've fought so hard to protect. Their home Can they survive what's coming... together? ...Or will everything fall to pieces?

When they were twelve, Amara Brooks and Junseo Park made a promise. Same college. Same future. No matter what. Years later, they keep that promise and find themselves on the same campus, carrying the same whale keychains and the same memories.

"Excuse me, mister, but why did everything suddenly turn black and white?" A miserable adult who prefers to ignore everything, including their dying father. A concerned neighbor/friend/something more with curious connections. A taxi driver who doesn't bother to ask where the passenger wants to go. And a cat with unclear intentions. Where will this journey lead to, if anywhere? --------------------------------------------------------- • Based on prompt #9 of ONC. • Started: February 2, 2023 • Ended: November 15, 2023

Sulyáp Silayá carries the legacy of the Phoenix, a radiant bird said to appear only for a fleeting glimpse before its brilliant rise. In the legend, the ashes of the Phoenix scatter like shimmering glitter, bringing life and fortune to those touched by its flame. From that blessing came the Silayáns, each carrying a spark of the Phoenix within them. Though different in nature-some calm, some lively, some resilient, and some boldly fiery-they are bound by one story and one rising flame. This is the batch lore of Sulyáp Silayá, a story not only about where they began, but about the journey of a hundred and twenty souls who are only just beginning to rise. written by raniaaaa.m hehehehe Let's go Silayá!

The God of Afterlife, Osiris, had appeared before me. The Sky, The Seas and the Land had melted into sand. All that I could see, was Osiris and the sand around me. And then he spoke, and he spoke to a perhaps foolish mortal.

A day in the life of a girl who carries too much in silence-too many unspoken words, too many tears unseen. Through music, thoughts, and letters, she unravels the weight of her heart. Sometimes, freedom comes softly, like wings in the morning light.

What if Wattpad was personified as a place? What if someone wanted to escape? I don't know, but there's only one way to find out!

We slithered beneath a cathedral of beech-fleshed Nephilim, their synaptic boughs brooding above our thrifted Chevy like spires of Babel- Ether held. Quiescence shackled. Static wraiths of neural tonic and THC jolted through our nerves- jaw locked at the damp root. Breath bound. Once we were spewed from the verdant lattice into the glaring grey open, wheat tides unfurled across the plains- furnace-lit glades breathed. Moirai cut. April's breath, glassy as my marble-floored gaze on gloaming's edge. Your earlobes-gemstone suns set in Sheen's trinkets- swayed as we drifted through liquid swells- The engine stirred in the fume-thick sanctum of tacit confessions and broken plans. We, Janus-mouthed hyenas, chattered everything, everywhere, all at once- trying to claw a life beyond instinct, since our son needed a language not built from blades. Our son, a slumbering barque at anchor, hull pressed to polyester, tilted in his car-seat, dreams drifting afar. Eros' milk calcified into bone. You crept, ivy, through the map of my heat in the dark-geometry without boundary, as though I was shaped for the eve we seep. I was trellis to wisteria twine- the bind that held- palms pressed to wall, eyes spasmed- azure crescents melted into treacle- salt rising from throat. All mothers, piranesi-bricked into themselves, releasing their locks. The changeling's kingdom you cage was never beyond saving- after the keys, after the release, there is a trace in us they cannot name. Day Zero.

Our town was peaceful. Few things were difficult. Life was simple and good. Then came four travelers that brought with them a curse that would end all of that. -Authors Note- Hello everyone. I know it's been a long time since I've written anything (about a year, yikes) but I am going to be getting back into it. This little four part story is just to test and see if I'm welcome back. I hope people like it and that I will be writing more often. -Dark_Matters13

A symbolic story I wrote for my English class about a victim of domestic violence.

A collection of books

This was one of my first poems that I ever wrote. I was just messing around with some words and some of the rhymes just kinda stuck so I decided to write them down. Enjoy :)

"I didn't ask you to love me." Adella's stimulating stare burned through my skin. "You didn't have to ask." In the small town of West Green, Ohio things have always been peaceful and obscured to the cities around. Adella Nim is known to the community as the girl who will prosper. Her family keeps her prim and propper, but secretly Adella wants nothing more than to escape her well organized life for a more wild and free life. Noah Brand is just the solution to her wishes, but when Noah reveals his past, Adella rethinks her life choices. Through love and tears, Adella's journey takes twists that will have the reader craving for more.

'The Lover and the Mountain' is a short story of an wanderer finding himself within the center of the forest. Those speaking are the man and the mountain, but audience is the whole forest.

Who can fix a broken heart when one is desperately, desperately wanting to be in love. "My castle" tells a fairy tale of a little girl longing to be in love. However, her love was always one-sided. Watch as the castle around her gets ruined and built back.

Tagalog and English words Symbolic Words with hidden meaning and story Can you crack it? Can you read between the lines?? this is just for fun