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A fallen hero becomes a human girl with her mind with one thought: to destroy the date with happiness instead of letting it crumble. Stella smiled as she played around with her sundress. This was going to be the day, she domain more than a kingdom, more than a soldier, she was gonna fall to love. She wanted to be loved…
When I pulled him into my chest, with the desire of wanting this for forever. That feeling stain into my chest never willing to leave. Warmth flutter through every vein in the cold night. Snow fell in every directions covering up what was the High Line. I look straight ahead of the path that lead to new hopes. I hope at least. I stared at the green eyes boring into mine, as these thoughts arose.…
Hello fellow readers of Jowritest! I am so happy to announce that I am finally starting to write my dream novel. I want to became a teen writer and this is the year I decide to not slack off and turn my dream into reality. I will not post often on my blog, but I’ll try to write a few short stories along the way! To tell the truth, I am scared to write my voice into words yet I am dauntless. I am…
“Do you know what love is, child?” Grace asked sitting down the ten-year-old with a gentle thump.
“Yes, Mother. I love you,” Sharon replied.
“No, Sharon. One day you will love someone more than you love me because that is the way this world works now.”
“Mother, is that why Daddy left you? Because he didn’t love you anymore?”
“No, sweetheart, he left because he shares his love with another…
When I open up to you, I didn’t expect you to help me the way you did. It was like that first time when we talk, we understood each other. The silence was the moments that were lovable, the tears were happy because someone finally cares. The heartbreak you cause, the laughter you cried was nothing compare to those seconds that someone gave you a fraction of attention. That some part of their hearts belongs to yours and their minds had you lost in its thoughts. When I told you the defeats of my life, it was a sparkle of a moment that you lit me up. The way your hands wrap around my waist was as if you never wanted to let go. I would never fall for you, I told myself. You are like the rest of the breaths in the world. You would only care for a time because then you would find someone better. I was replaceable, but that day was not. In some part of your mind, I hope that I let my hold linger inside of your soul. When you smile, remember I smile. If you cried, my shoulders are open to a limited time. Because I know now that being replaceable is mutual. I will no longer miss you but it would be a lie to say I will never love you. Your love is all that I have left of you, the memories we share, that was the past. We run from the past because we're scared to face them. I can pinch my skin to wake up from this daydream of you because there is no fear as I stare at you. I see you, I see your flaws inside and out. It was a shame you couldn’t appreciate me the way I love you. Those eight letters, they’re fine now. Igniting every time I recall those words because you will always be my match. If I ever move on, it would be the ocean waves to drown you out. I want to place my hands on your face to admire you, put my head to your chest to hear your heartbeats. I understand it now. You were there to teach me the lesson of opening up to an opportunity of love. Love like everything else doesn’t stay forever. That’s why you’re gone. Not because of my imperfection, not because of my mistakes. You were the lesson to teach me the bad before I experience the good. When you walk down those roads with someone else, I hope you understand the love you gave me. Each kiss for every flaw is the ashes of our remains. Walking down the same path, I know you need to hear this. He may not be the one, but someone out there is. Heartbreak is like love, both painful yet beautiful.
I couldn’t hold my gaze at the stranger’s back any longer. I sighed then turned around back to the figure seated in front of me.
“Every time I see someone capable of love, they’re a stranger in the same cafe that I will never see again? Never know their name?” I told as I heard a slight chuckle. I drew my eyes hoping I could erase the laughter out of his glint eyes.
“What do you think, Hope?…
The scars were visible in the light shining down at the scarlet drops.The scream building up inside of me let go. The girl turned around to stared at me with her dark eyes, my legs froze as ice.
¨What are you looking at, Anna?¨ she asked harshly pulling down her sleeves. The cuts were gone, out of sight.
¨Nothing,¨ I murmured back as low as a whisper. In daylight, fear had taken form. The…
“We’re done with this. Everything including us. We are through, please don’t contact me again. Ever,” I spit out making each word more hurtful than the last. I didn’t want to see his crumple face or the betrayal feeling eating inside of me. I wanted to walk away from the person that I love, the boy who bite me.
“You don’t want to do this. You won’t know the consequences of what happens next,” he…
The wind blew carelessly against our white hair, the color of life. The wrinkles in our skin shimmer against the sunlight on the porch outside of my cottage. It was a tiny, fairytale house with red bricks and white roofs. Our shadows darkened the steps leading up to my home.
“Best friends are supposed to hold hands like friends, not lovers, Summer,” August said. I smiled at him, my oldest…
It was a dark and stormy night nevertheless, the princess ran. Her tawny hair hidden by the blackness. The amber golden eyes of hers were squinting to see her way through. The owls in the night screamed in horror as she passed by. The faster she ran, the farther she was away.
The day before it all began, she sleeps a dauntless nap filled with envisioning a castle. A warm welcoming palace with a…
The world silence by the voice of singer for she got her heart-broken too. I close my eyes and let them come. The vivid past that open my eyes to the world. When I experience the places with someone I cherish, without him, the still world couldn’t scream more. The haunting of him as the night swept away, yet I allow them to come in each time. I press closer to my blanket as if it was the…
Okay but the importance of romanticising soft kind thoughtful boys who are open about their feelings and sweet in general cannot be overstated. More romantic leads who check in on their girls , who don’t care about being seen as “whipped” , who go out of their way to bond with little sisters and moms and dads , and who don’t try to change the girl they’re with at all. We need to romanticise soft kind boys, so that young girls see soft kind boys as the ideal romantic partner. Teach young girls through media that being with the asshole guy isn’t what they need, teach young girls to find kind boys who actually talk to them about real stuff, who watch the movies they like, who never tease them or mock them, who stand up for them and are never ever embarrassed of them, who notice their smarts and their personality, who understand their fears and their struggles, and actually care about them. If we make that the ideal Love Interest™️ character more young girls will see that as someone to strive for, and maybe less of them will settle for guys who treat them poorly because of it.
The emptiness stay like we were friends
The coldness join its company
The only thing left untouched was my soul
The first thing broken was my heart
A wave off the ocean
As I drown in its silence
Cold air with warm tears was the worst mix in the city of New York. Although the park was filled with laughter and happiness, we were in our gloomy world. I couldn’t bring myself to look up. With my eyes shut, I pray when they open, the hazel eyes of his would be filled with a tint of light. A tear on his lovely face because it meant you care, it meant I didn’t break you after this.
“You love me…
*insiders 11/25*
When the mountains come crashing down on my shoulder, I look for you. To the pieces I have, the memories I cherish, and the thoughts of me that you lost. The world is filled with distraction, I mean sure boys can be beguiling, but your love was real. Loved. There’s none of it left around anymore. Was my words said poorly that you walked out the door? Was it the things I did that cause unhappiness? I seek these answers to impossible questions from an uncaring soul. I love you more than love itself. I wonder if there is something more than love to describe my feelings for you. I hope there is.
I want to run and fly because the ground lost its touch. There’s no adventure without you. This still world has lost its beauty when you stopped loving me. Why is it pain itself comes when it’s not wanted? Unexpected? A penny as worthless as I am has lived the magical life with a lover boy. A heartbroken girl in a filled world. There is nowhere to go, no place to hide if you’re not there to find me. Travel the world with me, my boy because I don’t want to waste a breath on someone else. There’s no worth, not more than pennies itself.
This emptiness inside of me is hollow like a shell. It’s blankness screams maddening my head. My heart is the real thing that needed medicine. There’s no cure for the heartbreak just like there’s nothing I could do to make you fall in love with me again. There’s something about you, your spell that just fills the emptiness with sunshine. With life. It’s not dead when you’re gone, it’s worst. The spell is gone with you out the door. Are you waiting for me to come back? Or to apologize.
Because over and over I would wrap you in my arm kissing you I’m sorry. That’s the thing about love, second chances don’t exist when it’s real.
Part 1: Please give this fantasy short story a read and show some love! Some things may change.
Setting: A place call City Island in a New world, 2018.
Broken hearts scattered in pieces even light can’t reflect upon. Death was no exception. When a human has fallen to the defeat of demise, the dark clothing symbolizes their heroic. What if they weren’t heroes but villains instead, are we going to…
“When the world makes me die a little, you bring my life back. It’s sad, dangerous as well as beautiful,” he whispered like it was a secret. Something only he and I share, the rush of the adrenaline intensify because now I was apart of this threatening ride. The lovely blush warming my face as I move away from his hold.
“I am,” I stammered,” speechless. I never knew there were more powerful…
