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fleeting.serenics
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penning tales of fleeting hope
Stories (16/0)
I Look in People’s Window
I often look in people’s windows, like I’m some deranged weirdo, as I have this feeling of longing — for something, for someone I have lost. Somehow, seeing people laugh at their tables, children play with their fables, and lovers mingle under moonlit gables gives me a sense of indescribable comfort. However, whenever I would meet people’s eyes, mine would quickly turn away to avoid the inevitable — seeing their prophecy.
By fleeting.serenicsa day ago in Fiction
Whispers Among the Stars: The Guardian of Fae Wishes
In a hidden land with misty curtains and crystal towers, a gentle soul named Nicolaus, also known as Santa Claus, whispered about in hushed tones as the Guardian of Fae Wishes. In layman’s terms, he’s known as Santa Claus. His home, a celestial cottage adorned with twinkling constellations, was where dreams took flight and wishes came true.
By fleeting.serenics5 days ago in Fiction
I Used To Be A Dreamer, But Now I Can’t Even See Myself In The Future
“Where do you see yourself 10 years from now?” I paused, stunned and dumbfounded. Whenever people asked me that question, I had visions laid out before them. I had detailed and vivid descriptions of the person I aimed to become and the future I wanted to create. I would speak with unwavering certainty, my future stretching out before me with endless possibilities. That question was something I could answer in a blink of an eye. But now, I can’t answer it. I don’t have an answer anymore.
By fleeting.serenics6 days ago in Poets
Whispers of a Weary Pen: A Writer’s Flame-Kissed Confession
I get tired a lot. Weariness in the quiet town that cradled my dreams settles in like an old companion, wrapping me in its familiar embrace. Tiredness permeates me as I sit hunched over my keyboard, chasing words across the screen. Yet, amidst it all, there was a little kid lost in the labyrinth of her imagination.
By fleeting.serenics9 days ago in Poets
Whispers Among the Stars: The Guardian of Fae Wishes
In a hidden land with misty curtains and crystal towers, a gentle soul named Nicolaus, also known as Santa Claus, whispered about in hushed tones as the Guardian of Fae Wishes. In layman’s terms, he’s known as Santa Claus. His home, a celestial cottage adorned with twinkling constellations, was where dreams took flight and wishes came true.
By fleeting.serenics9 days ago in Chapters
Because life didn’t end when I was 14 or 15
There are times when we feel like it’s the end of the world. When darkness loom over us and it seems like the sun won’t rise again. The time when we’re trapped at a seemingly unending, poorly lit tunnel, unable to find the end and unable to see the light.
By fleeting.serenics10 days ago in Psyche