Petrichor Stories

A girl with intense trust issue suddenly has deep feelings on a boy who caught her attention after she looked at his picture. However, the boy does not reciprocate her f...

You didn't think I'd leave it like that, did you? [spin-off/ sequel to 'petrichor'] [started on 12/04/24]

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❝why is this camera filled with my photos?!❞ moon hyejin, a jolly highschool girl who is just like any other student: burderned with studies, finds an abandoned camera l...

on the paradise of Petrichor V many strange things happen, reality is warped, the stones walk and life spans in fantastical ways. along with said life comes death in ma...

Eloise Chevrolet is a French 19 year old fearless badass. Her parents died when when she was only 13, ever since the death of her parents she has been working with her u...

I found home in the way you said my name, my Petrichor. (Petrichor Series, 2020) . . . Cover creds; Tan Pic source; pinterest *all tw (if theres any) will be written in...

You know those stars and colours that you see when you rub your eyes? They're called •phosphenes• Didn't know this, did you? Read on to discover more interesting, be...

ღმერთო, თუ არსებობ და მხედავ უბრალოდ გეტყვი რომ დავიღალე.

Loving the rain

I'm not a poet of descriptions. Please read, I'll be filled with joy if you understand the meaning of my poem's content.

We grow old eventually {here are the waking thoughts that consume me}

Clarissa Forbes A Vampire Diaries fanfiction. She always liked the smell of rain. Quiet and free. The exact opposite of her.

(n) light produced by high temperature Would you risk it all just to find your light in a sea of darkness?

The story of the pluviophile.

Confessions of a shy , introverted and lonely twenty year old girl. In this book I am sharing with you my thoughts about how anxiety and loneliness affect my day to day...

What we miss the most when we are in the adult stage, Of course it is our childhood memories and all. No doubt at all. And even sometimes we wish to go back to our old a...

Buried thoughts expressed as short poems

For Petrichor, there was never any in-between. He was either way outside of the box, or curled up inside it. He was either 'Serious Steve' or 'That One Wise Guy'. Ever...