Wandering Stories

Summary: After arriving in an unfamiliar world, Rimuru decides to live peacefully as a wandering apothecary, traveling from village to village and treating illnesses. However, every place he visits seems to be plagued by disasters, wars, ancient curses, powerful monsters, and impossible problems. While Rimuru insists he's just an ordinary apothecary, his "treatments" somehow end wars, save kingdoms, defeat legendary threats, and leave the entire world questioning who he really is

When Lara arrives in Montreal... 🌆 What was supposed to be just another anonymous trip 🧳🚆slowly becomes something else entirely. A chaotic group of strangers. 👥💥 Late-night conversations. 🌙☕️ Jazz bars filled with golden light. 🎷 Rooftop parties under endless skies. 🌃🎉 Cheap coffee and feelings. ☕️💭 Emotional turns. 💔🔥 And fleeting moments that somehow feel permanent. ✨⏳ For the first time in years, Lara begins to wonder if maybe she isn't « too much » or « too strange » after all. Maybe she was simply lonely. 🌧️💔 People Like her ☀️🌿is a slice-of-life story about wandering hearts ❤️🗺️, accidental friendships 🤝✨, learning how to stay 🏡, and discovering that healing doesn't always arrive with grand speeches or dramatic moments. 🌅 Sometimes it arrives softly... 🍃🤍 Through shared meals. 🍲🥖 City lights reflecting on rainy streets. 🌃🌧️ Kind people who unexpectedly become family. 🫂❤️ And the quiet realization that maybe...you deserve to be loved exactly as you are. "Not despite your messiness. Not after you've fixed yourself. Just as you are. " 🤍

Random and unpredictable Short and long Poems from the mind of Ekho Storm. TW: Some poems may strongly reference depression/suicide, so please read only if you feel comfortable, I promise they do not all contain that sort of content. Enjoy!

THEIR IS NO AFTERLIFE ...AND SO IS THE STORY OF Stephania and the dead.

The wandering soul, meets a Lost horde member with a mind of their own. The creature is hollow, most of it's soul still kept by it's previous master. The creature serves no-one. The soul gives it life, purpose, and a voice. The creature takes a name, and becomes a Mercenary. ~Currently on Hiatus~

Sometimes we don't choose if we're strong, because we have to be. We cannot choose the cards we are dealt with, but we can choose our reaction. __________________________________ STRONG (strông) adj. strong·er, strong·est 1. a. Physically powerful; capable of exerting great physical force. 4. Having force of character, will, morality, or intelligence. 8. Not easily captured or defeated: a strong flank; a strong defense. 9. Not easily upset; resistant to harmful or unpleasant influences. a. Persuasive, effective, and cogent: a strong argument. b. Forceful and pointed; emphatic: a strong statement. c. Forthright and explicit, often offensively. 12. Extreme; drastic: had to resort to strong measures. 13. Having force of conviction or feeling; uncompromising: strong faith; a strong supporter. 14. Intense in degree or quality: a strong emotion; strong motivation. ~··°•°·°•°··~ Ha, you probably didn't even read all the words above, did you?

Book 3 of the "Short Poems" series. - - - "I could easily and hopelessly fall- although I'll release my all." - - - (NOTE: THE TITLES OF THE POEMS WERE ALL GOT INTENTIONALLY CAPITALIZED ON THE FIRST LETTER OF EACH WORD FOR AESTHETIC PURPOSES.) Copyright © 2020 by Pawerr14 All Rights Reserved (120 SHORT POEMS AVAILABLE) (BEST IN BLACK BACKGROUND) (COMPLETED) - - - -Pawerr14

Not all thoughts are meant to be spoken aloud, but should we conceal everything we think no matter how hard we wish to let it soar? Shout out to @eugenie_hoc24 for the amazing cover work! Follow @eugenie_hoc24, @watt_cover

Story of a girl lost in the world.

FTO Season 3 and 4 Crossover (Sorta) For this fanfic, season four is in a setting before Grandmaster Jonathan enacted his grand plan against the guilds of Alantide, just so that we have all the characters for usage. ---------------- Book Description A god amongst demons, a king to the light, a guardian to the innocents, and a specter to control the dead, that's what these four were in a sense, godlike in a sense is what some of them were. One dead yet still protecting, and the others never losing themselves, even when faced with an eternity of life. They grew bored over the millennias of just doing the same thing every day, and their boredom was finally answered by someone appearing before them, from the realm of the humans. -•-•-•-•-•- So this is a fanfic of FTO season 3 Ritchie, Michael, Austin, and Mario surviving beyond the destruction of their original world (well Mario died but PIXIES are mysterious and that's how he's a spirit that can physically affect things) by taking the roles offered to them, or the roles they needed to take. I mentioned this idea more in depth in my FTO, SNO, OoO, etc. one shot book, but I just decided to give the necessities here. Also, a lot of what I say about season 3 will either come from my memory of it or from information based guesses, or stuff that I just pull out for convenience on occasions. -•-•- P.S. - This is my third attempt at creating this story, hopefully the first two times didn't succeed.

a collection of poems of sorrow and redemption

Space is vast, and the Hauler is alone. It is a kilometers-long train of supplies, but it has been off course for years. Its lone inhabitant used to get transmissions from Earth, but eventually, even those stopped. An occasional visitor might be nice.

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Twins, Violet and Daniel, live in a perfect kingdom with perfect security, perfect rules, perfect ice cream, perfect weather, and perfect people. Well, that's what the people say. How can Violet hide her imperfections when the rest of her family is perfect. How can Daniel live up to the kingdom's expectations of him when their expectations are so high?

I'll wander this world of words wondering my way. There may be no end or perhaps it's just today. Distractions make Day Dreams. Day Dreams leak into pens, pens onto paper. It makes me wonder how far all this wandering will take me, or perhaps it will stay simply within the chapters of each Short Story.

These are the rules: If you have been true to those you loved; if you have been true to your word; if you have not been vain; if you have followed you own heart; and if you have placed personal integrity over gain and comfort; then, just like gravity makes sure that what you drop will find the ground, you now get to be an albatross, the reward of a life well led. :: A sailboat with a crew of three goes down in a fierce storm somewhere between South Georgia and Gough Islands in the Southern Seas. All three drown. Though one of them not entirely.

Philosophia