Wishyouwerehere Stories

"I have lived this long, haven't I?" It's easy to lose a child in a mall, or even around the house, when they're quiet. They hardly say a word, when they should be talking, and chattering, at 6 years of age. They have started school, and are making connections between people. They are growing up, yet they do not speak. They never said a word, when they were picked up by 'workers' of their family. They never dared to yell, when they were slapped with a piece of tape across their mouths, and bound to chairs for hours. They were 6 years old then, but they are 18 years old, and times have changed. No longer do they hold their breath when someone tells them too. You are on their land, and they have the control. They do as they please, because if they didn't, tomorrow may never be there. They go to sleep, knowing they have made a life for themselves, and awake, knowing they lived through the night. Astrid, Asher and Avery, live with knives to their throats every single day, without a single clue, after 12 years, if they are ever going to make it out alive. They always have an eye on the exit, and even debate taking it, but then, they would cost themselves their lives, wouldn't they? They wouldn't know, unless they walked through that one door, and saw the other side of the world. The other side of that door. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Started: 30.03.26 Finished: -

Maria and Noah have been best friends for a long time. Forever, it seems. They have always been there for each other, through good times and bad. Even when it felt like Maria's life was falling apart at the seams after the death of her father, Noah was there. But what happens when Noah is no longer just a bike-ride away? ***************** This short story is told through something I like to call snapshots: a collection of single scenes, disjointed fragments of a story. Individually they don't tell us much, but together they make a single narrative. Please let me know what you think! If there is enough interest, I may add more snapshots than what I have planned, or may even turn it into a full-fledged story. PS: I do not own the photo on the cover. I found it on the internet, and it was the inspiration for this story. No copyright infringement intended, should any copyright exist for the photo.

carpe diem.

I miss you.. I miss your face.. I miss your touch.. I miss your feels.. I miss your kiss.. I miss your hug.. I miss your presence.. I miss everything... "Wish you were here.."

Goodbye my baby. These are my letters to you that shall never be sent. Please don't ask me why I doing this. Please just don't.

"I do not know how to start again, but I will force. I will not forget you, Love. Thank you for the concern you have given. Thank you, Bokuto. " ENGLISH VERSION

I'm not okay (but that's okay). Here lies the journal of a girl who lost her dad and her journey since.

Kumusta naman kayo? Ayos pa rin ba kayo? Tunay ba lahat ng ngiti niyo? Sa bawat salita niyo ba may pinaparinggan kayo? Oo,life is full of happiness. Pero syempre,di pwedeng puro saya lang. Sa bawat ngiti... Mero pa ring PIGHATI! Masakit na part lang ay ikaw lang nakakaramdam nun. Kase ikaw lang naman nagmahal.

something i've been working on periodically but FINALLY finished a few weeks ago

After 3 long years, Regina is reunited with her soulmate. But when things don't quite go to plan, will it still lead to a happy ending? - credits go to the rightful creators of the manip on my cover.

a collection of sentences i've written.

This will be a dedication to my sister marina she died at 22 and I miss her like hell.

Him

TBD

I miss you so much, I hope you know how much I love you, and I really wish you were here... He's my Greatlove and my one and only Love...

A late night rant about a boy. About our story.

Just me pouring my heart out to someone who doesn't want to know how I'm feeling. The messages I want to send to him but I never could. The mourning of our relationship and the love we once had. The difficulties of trying to move on while you keep me attached. The process of trying to let you go, the good the bad and the ugly. Posting my messages for the people who gave someone their all and wanted nothing in return but their happiness and they still got their heart broke. Just the beginning of the long process of letting someone you're in love with go because they don't want you anymore. If you can relate to my messages, I'm so sorry.