Reminisce Stories

ㅤׂ ⠀ SOOBIN & BEOMGYU ﹨ soobin stumbles upon his high school diary, unlocking a flood of memories and unspoken emotions for his long-time crush. ↬ short fanfic

--- Love is a double edged sword, and the pain it can cause is like no other. Love carries a risk, but the reward is a life of joy, acceptance, and love. You must learn...

This poem is about how I met my lover, my random thoughts and how I kept on falling in love unintentionally.

One year after Choi Seongjun's wife gave birth to their daughter, the couple are polar opposites in their marriage. Hyeyeong is still on break from work because of raisi...

this is my first attempt at poetry and also the first time I've written in here since around 2019 🙏🙏 If you have any feedback, let me know!

this is a series of three stories, how the boy (Yash, narrator )got his old love (ananya aka anya) back and about to loose ...and how they spend thier simpatico life tog...

This anthology includes the experiences of a West African living in a Western country, including influence from Arabic and Islamic culture. Please note that each part h...

A collection of short poems.

Love isn't real, you know that. ---------------------- In which, Ewan Dorsey reminisces his past --- his high school love. ----------------------- I was so close, so cl...

Leftovers of a reminiscent past.

Trigger warning ⚠️ contains: suicidal thoughts, suicide, death . I will probably keep this incomplete for a long time as I will probably write more poems and upload them...

.

you feel pain, you get hurt, you heal, and you'll learn.

"I Love you" Nikhil says hugging me tightly. "I love you too Nikhil" I said but he pushed me and saw me with tears saying "No Sam it's not the...

What happens to the promise of 'Till death do us part' when time parts two lovers apart? Sarah and James were old classmates... and lovers. And time will let them meet e...

As it was fathom by an intruding silence, there lies a girl who wonders about everything.

A collection of my reminiscences as when I find the right words to express them. Some parts are rhyming and some are not. Some are poetic and some are prose. Some are ju...

a letter to my grandparents.

A taste of history.

I search for a language to remember the time I left behind. The present is chaotic. And it is this chaos of everydayness that prompts us to romanticise the turbulent pas...