Tiny footsteps I'll never hear again.
Heartbreaking story: read at your own risk. I don't take responsability for the tears you'll shed! :(
When all the perfect pieces of Jisung's life seemed to finally fit into place, tragedy swept it all aside. While on tour in a foreign country with his group, Jisung receives the worst news any child c...
A tribute to my dad who passed away suddenly on 14th April 2022. I love you so much, dad!!
Your absence brings me pain, why must I heal alone today?
Part 1 of the as in color series not sure if there will be a part 2
Today is my friend's birthday, but he passed away a few years ago. In memory.(18+for language)
For @elleseng's December contest (8000 miles away/8000 years ago).
Losing a piece of ourselves puts us into perspective of what is our meaning once
that precious thing is gone turning us more than often into monsters of pain and sorrow waiting to avenge our heartach...
A girl, her father, and a single letter. Sometimes, even the smallest of conversations can help heal wounds or cut them back open.
Set in 1987.
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Written for my Creative Writing class
I've been obsessed with the paranormal all my life, and even more since my grandma passed. I believe it is possible to speak to passed loved ones.
Vinnette, my sister, is like a regular cast member in my dreams; she's always idly standing by me or making comments but seems to always be featured in my dreams.
Tiny footsteps I'll never hear again.
Heartbreaking story: read at your own risk. I don't take responsability for the tears you'll shed! :(
When all the perfect pieces of Jisung's life seemed to finally fit into place, tragedy swept it all aside. While on tour in a foreign country with his group, Jisung receives the worst news any child c...
A tribute to my dad who passed away suddenly on 14th April 2022. I love you so much, dad!!
Your absence brings me pain, why must I heal alone today?
Part 1 of the as in color series not sure if there will be a part 2
Today is my friend's birthday, but he passed away a few years ago. In memory.(18+for language)
For @elleseng's December contest (8000 miles away/8000 years ago).
Losing a piece of ourselves puts us into perspective of what is our meaning once
that precious thing is gone turning us more than often into monsters of pain and sorrow waiting to avenge our heartach...
A girl, her father, and a single letter. Sometimes, even the smallest of conversations can help heal wounds or cut them back open.
Set in 1987.
***
Written for my Creative Writing class
I've been obsessed with the paranormal all my life, and even more since my grandma passed. I believe it is possible to speak to passed loved ones.
Vinnette, my sister, is like a regular cast member in my dreams; she's always idly standing by me or making comments but seems to always be featured in my dreams.