Romanticism Stories

This small volume contains a collection of my life's wisdom, dilemmas, downfalls. All of this is related to the burden of youth, complicated human relationships, both fr...

The Mountain which tells a story..... What's the Mystery?..... Can you tell?.....

The Regency era, just after Napoleon's fall: four cheerful but clueless young men set out from England on the Grand Tour of Europe. Join George, Robert, Hugh, and Tobias...

i squeeze the tar out my brain

Random poems. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or in any means - by electronic, mechanical, photo...

poorly written love letters to all of the people whose beauty shall be stuck with me forevermore.

THIS IS ONLY PUBLISHED ON WATTPAD!!!!! My Second songbook!!!!!! These songs are written at the same time as the songs of my first songbook but they're a lot more emotion...

This is a digital copy of a book that was preserved for generations on library shelves before it was carefully scanned by Google as part of a project to make the world's...

Kalopsia [ka-lop-se-a] Greek (n.) The delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are. Poetry. Mostly intertwined with Tales of Greek Mythology. "Will...

He is her entire universe until she thinks of him as her angel . They are eachother , within him she exists and vise versa. You are more than a human says Alaizha to Ser...

Orphelia Knight is tired of the grey city of London. Her family is pushing her to marry the most eligible of London's bachelors: Lord Ezra Burton, a man who wears his e...

𝐵𝐼𝑇𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝐼𝐿𝐿 𝑊𝐼𝐿𝐿.

Lonely highway hosts a hundred heartless strangers that refuse to stay, The grasses green and the striking yellow mustard fields are lovely but they refuse to sway. A...

Oh how much I adore being alone!

✯Written✯ MxM A short story about a romance between 2 men. After years of hard work, Tom manages to open his gallery. This evening he meets a shy and charming man named...

Mourning her adopted grandmother, a ballerina becomes lost in her thoughts.

"𝑊𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝐶𝐴𝑁𝑁𝑂𝑇 𝐵𝐸 𝑆𝐴𝐼𝐷 𝑊𝐼𝐿𝐿 𝐵𝐸 𝑊𝐸𝑃𝑇." ⸺𝑆𝐴𝑃𝑃𝐻𝑂

We met in the spring, we never talked in the summer, you came back in the fall and now winter comes and you're gone again. I guess I'm like the transition of seasons in...

A short sweet poem I wrote while looking out my window on a frozen winter day. It mainly iterates about how loving someone hurts and loosing them hurts even more , thoug...