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When an angel falls, love rises.... In this captivating paranormal romance, an angel incapable of human attachments, battles an internal conflict - remain celestial or become human for love. Now available on Wattpad! #wattys2024 https://www.wattpad.com/story/371968268-messages-from-the-divine-guardian-a-paranormal
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@AuthorNavy13 Hi. I'm sorry but I'm actually not taking any reading requests right now. I will add your book to my library still. Thanks for reaching out!
When an angel falls, love rises.... In this captivating paranormal romance, an angel incapable of human attachments, battles an internal conflict - remain celestial or become human for love. Now available on Wattpad! #wattys2024 https://www.wattpad.com/story/371968268-messages-from-the-divine-guardian-a-paranormal
I don't remember the name of my favorite doll I don't remember if I liked Tom and Jerry better than Donald Duck But I remember that my favorite Disney princess was Rapunzel I wanted my hair just like her I had my hair just like her I've seen my older photos in which my hair ran below my waist Like a staircase of waves But the next photos in my photo album were of me with no hair and me crying, my chin pushed up in a defeated protest of my teary eyes It brings back sad memories of boy cuts and being pushed into the boys' line and being interrogated like a criminal by the teachers, asking me if I was a boy or a girl My short curls at the brim of my forehead would stand up in a riot even when they were tied into a ponytail or a pigtail or by clips, giving me the look of a girl who got struck by lightning who was then offered to play the role of a standing tree in a school play by the class' meanest girl- perfect role for the curls with no purpose to add Just like a tree with no purpose in a school play but to stand Incapable. Uncharacteristic. Boring. Now when I ask my parents why they cut my curls they would tell me what a trouble my curls were I'm not a kid anymore. I'm a lady and instead of being told to play a standing tree, now I write my own stories,
(contd) So I go up to my room and write a story about a girl who magically gets her curls back just for a day And while my hair is still damp I roll them in tight buns And when I put my hair down in the mornings the curls roll out like a red carpet bringing out messy versions of my childhood that I know to be dead and so just for that one day, I get to be them all the curly hair girl who stays quiet and reads but can talk for hours about her favourite books the curly hair girl who acts coy when a boy is interested in her but will not shy away from writing a love letter his way the curly hair girl who says she loves One Direction, Taylor Swift, Kishore Kumar in the same sentence the curly hair girl who hates makeup but loves wearing dark lipsticks and rimming her eyes with Kajal the curly hair girl who pairs jeans with jhumkas if her curls are crazier than usual on that day - Shivangi
NaNoWriMo - Day 3 and 4 Today's Day 4 but let me tell you why there was no update on Day 3. It was a fine day yesterday and all I did was write. You know it was one of those days when I was in the feels and every single word that I had written was just.... *perfection* if I say so myself. After I finished writing I saved the document and left it. However, when I came back... *drum roll* it was *gone * I don't know what happened. But all I know was that I had to rewrite the whole thing again. I was literally in tears when I couldn't recover what I had written. It hurt me more than anything. Like yes, a breakup would hurt. Yes, your crush leaving you at seen would hurt. But you know what hurts more than that? You writing pure good stuff that you just know in your heart that you will not have to edit out later because it's just that good and then lose it all because your word document is a stupid little jerk. Like that shit hurt me almost as much as the thought of One Direction never ever reuniting again <\3 So yes, please, keep a backup I'm gonna write some more today. I hope that doesn't get deleted : ) Thanks for reading my sob story! Wishing you all a good writing/reading day ❤
HAPPY NaNoWriMo November to all! Day 1 For all those who don't know, NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month. Most writers try to finish a complete novel in just 30 days- start to finish. So, this November even I'll be participating in the NaNoWriMo. I'm going to write a One Direction fanfic since it's been a while. It's called Something Great (named after the 1D song Something Great, obviously) The story is about a 1D fan who loves living in her own head, absentmindedly daydreaming. When her boyfriend dumps her because, and I quote, "she lives too much in fiction", she feels offended. She wants to show her (ex) boyfriend and the world, in general, how much fiction and One Direction impact her life in the hope that someday they would understand and maybe even like books and 1D like her! So, she sets down to write another book on One Direction. What she never imagined will happen was what will she do if her characters came alive into reality? Will her characters be able to show the world the power fiction holds? Or will the world be proven correct in knowing that reality always wins? I've already plotted most of the story. I just have a few details to figure out which ill do today and then from tomorrow ill start drafting! Wish me luck Are you participating in NaNoWriMo? Ps. Harry's House is on hold till the end of this month because obviously im focusing on the Nanowrimo book. #NaNoWriMo #Day1
This is my last poem about you This is the last time I'll talk about how I met you And how our eyes met from across the room This is the last time I will say that every moment with you was like in the movies. Everything else blurred except for you. This is the last time I'll mention how your friends teased you because of me when you were showing me around the campus because I was new This is the last time I'm gonna remember how you would look at me when I was too zoned out in the plot of a book And how when my friends told me you were still staring my way I would try and fail to hide my blush before I finally look away This is the last time I am going to talk about how you would send me your road trip videos when I was feeling blue This is the last time I am going to confess to myself that I liked it when you used to scold me to get out of my house and travel someplace new. This is the last time I will pretend that you were interested and had meant all the times when you asked me if I was single This is the last time I will miss you telling me that I overthink everything and that I am crazy just a little bit This is the last time I am going to put the candid photo of me laughing as my profile picture because you told me I looked cute in it. This is the last time I'm going to watch Yeh Jawani hai Deewani and remember you as Bunny This is the last time I'm going to listen to romantic songs and think of you and me Because now when I listen to love songs like these It makes me think of how different you would be in love with her and not me. This is the last time I will wonder if you are the one who acts cool or like a romantic lover This is the last time I will wonder if you send her too your videos of road trip adventures (Continued)
This is the last time I will wonder if she is shy like me or just someone loud and very easy to remember This is the last time I will wonder if she listens to English bands like me or if she prefers Punjabi songs like you This is the last time that I wonder if she is the magic you've been missing That I found looking at you. And if she is that magic, This is the last time I am going to write about my love for you Because the love that I was writing about has already found you but not me. This is the last time I'm going to write a poetry about you because, for you, I have written a collection of poetry already but you don't even read. - Shivangi Srivastav
Hello, I have a new read for you. https://www.wattpad.com/story/321771618?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=shivangistories21&wp_originator=qvtHnCKezElmsqbHxCvwKYtARzQ%2Fo6L2Lr2ZrphC6sbP1yNc0uRZy6xG1BhajUwxtDoMrDpiK4D7cMP8CAP%2BBDoUEFhuKTQaLZr6bbFGGY4PWj4M%2FKtpl4tOuTUTY2kC What if the album Harry's House was not an album but an actual book written by an author? I've published a new short fic. It has been sitting in my drafts for many months now. Ever since Harry's new album came out there's a story weaving inside my head that binds all the songs together and I got an idea of this book. I really hope you like it. You can read it on wattpad for free
Trigger Warning: Rape, Sexual Assault My dear guy best friend Sorry I couldn't meet you yesterday It was already dark out and my parents wanted me to stay I don't know if you saw the news Another girl was raped and they said "Shame!" Indeed, such a shame isn't it, that we live in a society where the victim is blamed? They shush her to save their honour and name I know because I have a friend who still feels guilty when she shares her pain She was assaulted when she was 5 years of age And was stripped off of her clothes in the boy's washroom by her guy best friend and classmate There's a girl that hates Kanjak poojas because when she was 7, her friend who was only a year older than her in age had forced her in the name of a game Traumatised, forgetting about it was the only way to make her feel safe again It was her friend who did that! Reports say Assaults are commonly committed by a familiar face You wouldn't know You only read about it on the newspaper and Instagram rant pages But many wake up with the fear of being chased, raped, and not returning home safe even with the protection of a pepper spray Anyway, I have got to say that I don't like your friend The other day when he made a joke about rape I saw you laughing. Was it funny? My dear guy best friend I trust you too much it seems Anyway, I won't be able to meet you again today It's kanjak pooja and my memory is not great But I remember some things now That I wish I could forget again But if I did I wouldn't have been able to share this with you and you wouldn't have been aware that I don't feel safe with anyone and I'm always internally debating if I can trust a boy again But I trust you and I feel safe with you So I hope nothing changes that I'll meet you tomorrow Hopefully when it will be safe Even in the dark. - Shivangi
@zouis1bus Aww! Thank you so much Anushka <3
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