Meloncholy Stories

Han Seo-yeon has been on too many failed dates to count. Cheaters. Liars. Men who were already taken. At thirty, she's done believing love is meant for her. But everything changes the night she meets someone... different. Someone who listens. Someone who stays. Someone she can't quite understand. And for the first time she begins to feel something she thought she lost a long time ago. Some connections come quietly. But they leave louder than anything else.

"She lives the poetry she cannot write" - Oscar Wilde

When all it takes is a rumour to become "souls" instead of "mates". •Bromance •Platonic love

──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 is a poetic memoir of becoming, an unfolding of myself, one fragile petal at a time. This collection traces my journey through the fragile and tangled years of teenagehood. Through each poem, you would get a glimpse of raw and unfiltered moments of love, heartbreak, loss, confusion and even hints of clarity. The title is more than just a name : it is a metaphor of growth and acceptance . Each year, each experience was a petal unfolding . Some were soft like teenage innocence while others were jagged, stained with blood, weathered by heartbreak and resilient in reaching. Some were glowing red under the eternal sunlight of euphoria while others were withered due to the droughts of insecurity and floods of pent up emotions . But together these roses compose the bouquet of my becoming. Now I offer this bouquet to you, dear reader, and hope you find petals of your own and embrace the garden you are meant to be. ──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝟒 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ⟪ h i g h e s t r a n k i n g s ⟫ #1 in poesia (out of 15k stories) #1 in spokenword (out of 4.57k stories) #1 in personalthoughts (out of 2.5k stories) #1 in personalexperience (out of 1.57k stories) #1 in freeverse (out of 7.74k stories)

"𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾٫ 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓽 𝓮𝔁𝓲𝓼𝓽" 𝑨 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚...𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆

Sakura Haruno (Yin) had faced a horrible devastation at the frail age of five when older she will be faced with reality and Doesn't really know where she belongs and wants to be a worthy adversary. © all rights reserved to kishimoto's anime naruto , and any other anime either said quoted or written into this fic ( if their is any ) and all rights to the writer of this story tansy a. Halpern (me ) so now its legal and illegal to copy or plagiarize this fic .

A 72 year old philosopher is at his deathbed. He spent all his life trying to master his own mind. To battle the human aspects of his own being. All that is left from him are the manuscripts that carry his whole life. Moreover, things that are bigger than life itself.

After the war, Cho is left alone. The years pass, but the memory of Cedric still lives within her - as pain, as light, and as all the time they once had together.

A group of teenagers navigate life through a climate of societal turmoil within their personal and social lives. A modern world of unpredictability and the bending of reality and fantasy. One society, one town, one self. Society cascades a town, a town cascades a person. Cascaded by the question, "Why?".

In a world overgrown with ruin, fifteen-year-old Cordelia has only ever known the sisterhood-a secluded order raising sacrificial lambs. But when Marigold, a blind orphan who sees angels, is taken by the corrupted celestial Vespirina, Cordelia must leave everything behind to save her. Through a landscape of twisted vines and shattered crystal, she faces horrors beyond understanding. Yet when she finally finds Marigold, Cordelia realizes the hardest battle is not against Vespirina-but against the life she can never return to. Because some losses change you forever. And some homes are never meant to be yours.

A dead boy and a bottle.

Cries, melancholy, and ultimately hope.

this is what happens when I get bored and start writing

A Boy. A Girl. On a bus. A short story I fell in love with a while ago. Enjoy? Finished! Yay!

Rain in my brain.

A collection of poetry exploring the darker emotions of depression and melancholy.

She turns around, facing the male in front of her. Her eyes were dull, you couldn't see any shine in them, it was almost as if she was dead. That was all she ever wanted to be, all she ever wanted Was to die

A poem a about a man's decent into madness

I think I remember how to write

Evangeline, certainly my god given name. It's so Funny that my name is so fitting for me but I hate it. Maybe that's why I dislike it so much. Evangeline, a 13 year old girl who has always Fit In, has friends , but yet she feels like she's never fit in. Ever in her life. Maybe she feels like that because she always has to morph her personality To fit other people's standards . She never really truly liked herself either. She thrives off of the affection others give her. After everything she bottles up through her life , she realized she only connects with one being. A petunia . A red petunia . So placid , so serene yet is filled with overwhelming rage . This is Evangeline's calm before the storm. This is is story about a young girl who just truly want to be loved .