Woes Stories

“I don’t know when exactly I fell for him. I don’t know if it was that first day that we met, or our first date a week later. I don’t know if it was all the movie nights we had at home after that first date, or if it was that time we played like children in the snow on Thanksgiving Day. What I do know, though, is that when he told me that he was dropping out of school at sixteen and moving to London, leaving me behind, I was heartbroken. And I don’t know if it will ever be repaired.” ***** 18-year-old Charisa Blake wants to leave behind everything from her old life in Suffolk when she begins her term at London University. For a while, she is successful, focusing on her studies and dealing with her newfound best friend, Alexi. But what she doesn’t realize is that Alexi is a fan of rising singer Ed Sheeran, who happens to be one of the very things Charisa is trying her hardest to forget. When Alexi manages to drag Charisa to one of Ed’s concerts at a local pub, Charisa hopes to just be able to get through the night unnoticed. But her hopes go unanswered as Ed sees her and Charisa is helplessly dragged back into his life, whether she wants it or not.

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To the ones who have read 'Eternal Spring And Starless Nights' this is its part-2. To the ones who haven't read that, 'Dear Lover' is an anthology of my poems and writtings. The difference between the part-1 and this part is just that, this has a particular theme whereas the other one had a variety of themes. I mean the poems where on different topics. While this one just has one. Also, Go on and read the first part toooo!

This is a selection of poems Ive made. The first is a poem about a good guy who really cares for a pretty girl who doesnt have those feelings for him.

Resonance of Being: A Journey Within" Gently..... I tried to arise to seek my true-self... Entwined in the shackles of conventional echoes of 'shoulds' and 'musts'... Withheld by norms of rights and wrongs.... Pulled back by protocols of this isn't and that is nots.. In the depths of silence, tried to paint screams on the canvas of solitude, before they could echo....messed by the brush of judgments.... An introverted soul yearned to break the silence, yet each attempt to vocalize trampled by the weight of judgments and societal scrutiny. Amidst the labyrinth of conflicts, anxiety, and depression, the flames of inner turmoil blazed higher fueling self-doubt and low esteem. Though continued to stifled within the stigmas of 'good for nothing,' 'clogged head' and what nots ..... Yet the journey to speak out became a silent battle against the echoes of "so called societal contractors".... Bled in silence, proud to own scars...Impalpable in self discovery..... I rose to.... ...BEING ME ONLY...

This is my poetry I have written since starting to develop an interest in writing around late 2015. My rhyme scheme is undefined at the moment as I just write with the flow, I suppose you could say it is more closely related to how rap lyrics rhyme. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy my work.

Issues of Liberians

A book about the wonderfulness and weirdness of the Internet.

A working woman whilst in the toilet during a 9-5 job 5 days a week in a corporate Company

The title says it all. ************************************************************************************************* I wrote this short collection of non-continuous stories when I was going through a certain phase in life. Hopefully people can relate to some of these entries. Credits to @RainfallXx for the cover design! Ps. Constructive criticism is appreciated. *************************************************************************************************

The year is 1532 after the covenant between the realms was formed. Peace has mostly reigned aside from the odd national war. But nothing like the war that once rended the world and nearly led to its ruin. People moved on and are now living far more simple lives, having left behind the machines that devoured so much magic and instead use more primitive machines to assist in living, rather than replacing all work. But in this prosperous age dark shadows yet loom!

Happier poems about my woes about the things I love. Less angst in this one.

Hi, as a matter of fact im not a good writer, But yet i have written this seeking for some self satisfaction, i know this may be a sensitive topic to pick. but yet ive tried to share my experience.

Destiny does play a major part in your life, but what about your choices? Yes! That do make a difference! Shivaay and Annika, hailing from the two most richest families of Mumbai, were supposed to follow their family's legacies of managing their business. But the two chose to do what their heart said. Following which, Shivaay became an architect and Annika chose to fight for the justice of people and became a lawyer. Since a certain age of their lives they were taught not to even have an inch of sympathy towards each other's families. The "Oberois" and "Malhotras" were best known for their rivalry, rather than the amount of success they had in the business world. Shivaay and Annika kept ignoring whatever their families had between them and moved on with their career untill the two met each other. After finding someone who had been troubling the Oberois since a while, Annika and Shivaay forget the rivalry and join hands to trap the culprit. What is in store when the two elder heirs of the rival families team up? Will they find love? or as they dig the truth more deeper, is it paving a way for them to never meet ever again? Story rankings: #1 - Woes