Dearest Stories

All my poems together. The poems are my thoughts, feelings and my heart on the page.

Lesbian မိဘႏွစ္ပါးၾကားထဲ မေမ်ွာ္လင့္ဘဲေရာက္႐ွိလာခ့ဲတ့ဲ ကေလးငယ္ငယ္ ေသြးမေတာ္သားမစပ္ေပမယ့္ အသက္နဲ႔ရင္းၿပီးခ်စ္ၾကတ့ဲ သူတို႔ႏွစ္ေယာက္ 528 ေမတၱာနဲ႔ 1500 ေမတၱာၾကားထဲက လွပမႈေတြကိုလြမ္းေမာဖြယ္ေဖာ္ျပသြားမယ့္ Dearest... #moonlight

This is a map of my stories that can range from canon in mine and my friends universe to non canon as my friends recently made a "monster AU"(alternative universe) where we both turned our characters such as Flynn and Jaakuna into monsters or mythical creatures. Me being for the myths and my friend for the monsters. The characters I use is my own and my friends characters just to let you know. If you want to find us both. Look on Instagram for Wpk12 and Emi_pello to find our art and tell me what you think of the stories I write. Would be super appreciated <3

**Based on a writing prompt from @writing.prompt.s** Ever since he knew how to write letters, my son Austin has been writing prayer-letters every night, always starting with "Deerest God." I used to think it was all harmless until one morning, an enchanting doe-like goddess shows up at our door and moves in, catering to my son's every whim.

Poetry in Motion ✯☆‿➹⁀☆ ☆⁀➷‿☆✯ Eclectic comes to mind ~ yes it does

A Ryoji Mochizuki one shot (Persona 3) Disclaimer: I do not own Ryoji Mochizuki.

I hope that ypu like it and commit on it😄

Dear Dionysius, You forgot me. Love, Ophelia -OPHELIA NAMETHEIA GUERRERO SANCHEZ x DIONYSIUS COPERNICUS MEDEIROS PERREIRA

Peace be upon each and every one of you❤️ This book is aimed at a specific group of our sisters who did not commit themselves to covering their modesty

Mezou Kuryuu celebrates the culinary achievements of the world with her very first cookbook. She proves that you don't need an oven or a microwave or even a basic knowledge of cooking in order to be a good chef.

This is a C!Mocha smutshot book! This is a Genderbend Mocha. Just know Mocha is not okay with people writting smut about him. Please do NOT write smut until further notice of his boundaries changing!

This is a true love lesson to every young couple and teens who want to maintain a decent long lasting relationship. I used to think it's funny until the last page. Light fade and curtains drawn. It was fun to experience life and love as a youth from such a romantic angle.

Despite of knowing the million reasons to leave you still got one to stick🍁 Love is perpetual❄️

Dear dearest diary Life sucks...sometimes

This is the diary of a teenager who is writing letters to her friend Angie. Things turn for the worst, read to find out what. The main character is Jessica. Who knows what will happen? Only me as the writer. You have to read to find out

Mengisahkan tentang kisah daripada awal dua orang insan bertemu sehingga salah seorang daripada mereka terjatuh...

"Maleficent appeared in the grand hallway, making people cry out with fear! She sauntered down the path, the Kings eyes shooting daggers at her. The fairies flew back out of fear; enabling her to grant the wish: 'On her sixteenth birthday, she will prick her finger and-" "Stop!" The little girl hiding under the quilt shouted. The old woman chuckled at her fear. "It's only a story, F-" She began. "I know! Granny! Why can't she prick her finger and fall in love with a prince?" The little girl asked, her cheeks lined with embarrassment. "Deary me! Look at the time! You better get to sleep, your parents will be home soon." She said. "Okay, granny." She grinned at the old woman as she buried herself under the covers. "Goodnight, fae." "Goodnight, love you." "...I love you too, fae" That was the last time some one called fae by her first name. That was the last time some one told her they loved her. It was the last time she saw her grandmother. That was the last time fae was fae. ****** Fae Robinson was six when her grandmother died, when her grandmother was murdered. Her whole world just seemed to... Stop. She grew distant with everybody, even her parents. Fae locked herself away from the outside world, obsessing over fairy tails. Her life remained in a bedroom, never growing, never blossoming. One day her parents agreed that she had to come out; they entered her room, but found nothing. Fae Robinson was Gone. Never found. No one knew when she had disappeared or Run away. But she was right there. In a fairytale.