Grievance Stories

I'm STILL GRIEVING OVER A BEAUTIFUL SHIP'S DEATH. So I decided to make this to help all of us Allurance shippers! I DON'T OWN VOLTRON OR ITS CHARACTERS DO NOT READ THIS...

People tend to look into their selves outside the box. Are you willing to witness someone's story in this compilation? You will see how they manage to work with their ow...

it was because of me that the poor kind lady died, but she wasn't just any lady, she was the wife of the most powerful drug Lord Darius, I would pay the price with my f...

Kim has a life of her own now, but she has to see Edward again.

From the thoughts in my head, to what I write out. These are about and for you. I will forever love you; always & forever my teddy bear💖

Everything about my leisure time poetry. literary, Me.

❝ It was supposed to be a normal day. A perfectly normal, non-eventful, humid day. Go to class, go to work, hang out with friends and go home. But did that hap...

Meet Olivia Banks. A seventeen-year-old trust fund baby that's tormented by the death of her beloved grandmother and abandoned by her family. She finds herself in Prague...

This is a short poem capturing the emotions of loss and grievance after the occurrence of losing my Grandmother last October (2015). This poem brought me great solace in...

To think I won't see those eyes It makes it so hard not to cry And as we say our long goodbyes I nearly do Teen Titans Rachel/Richard AU

Memoir to my little boy I lost in June.

I only wanted a place I could call home. A place which gives me warmth, security, and a place where I can feel accepted and loved. Is that too much to ask?

Bertina McClinton raised and born in a noble family, never expected to be chosen as the earl's bride but not for long. She embarks on a new journey as a runaway bride se...

I see her crooked smile. I see her blue eyes sparkle, protruding from underneath her thick-rimmed glasses. I smell the aroma of baking cakes mingled with the smoke from...

A Random Compilation of Poems It seems like a forlorn melody of song The title is poetry of my soul Partaking unto the depths of my life, shall I call (/)Ongoing

We all have unsaid feelings where we do not get precise situations to explain them we don't get time to utter words to explain how much we love and ultimately situations...

A short story to get some feels