Blue__Eden

Lettres à mon "meilleur ami"…

MaelEncreEtMots

Simples textes, romances ou réflexions... Toujours avec ma plume teintée d'émotions"Écrire avec mon âme et mes émotions est la seule façon ! Pourquoi ? Demandez-moi de faire autrement et je ne saurais pas."…

belles_lettres

"I'm okay," I say."Okay? You're beaming right now. Pretty," Joong-ki replies staring at me. I roll my eyes. 'Excuse me? Don't sweet talk me. I'm still pissed!' English girl, Cassie Sage and Korean boy, Song Joong-ki, what are the odds?…

mkamtn

𝗟𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴.…

SweeterThanToblerone

[ belle-lettres ] a French phrase meaning "beautiful" or "fine" writing-----------------------------------------------------------------------------These are the stories I can't get out of my headThese are the characters that run around my mind all the timeThese are the worlds I like to live in…

Gentillefille

Candy tombe amoureuse du meilleur ami de son frère...Le seul hic est qu'il a 18 ans et elle a 12 ans...…

Bellsten

Les lettres ont les aimes, on les décrit , on joue avec elles. Elles sont toutes différentes. Et c'est pour ça qu'on les aime.…

walrestes

the letters from legat, to von hartmann.…

daphnechanteloube

Perdre sa meilleure amie, c'est dure. Supporter les regards des autres, les insultes et la violence l'est encore plus. En s'acharnant sur sa meilleure amie, les gens pensent venger la mort de Melodie, persuadés que c'est sa faute. Mais est ce vraiment ce que Mélo aurait voulu? Qui est le véritable monstre?…

-hyunpxtter

❝ your hair flows down in a natural waythat creates electric yet pleasing sparks emitting on my cold fingertips . your eyes , your chocolate brown eyes gives of the favouring warmth i feel comfort to . every ounce of the soft freckles that kisses your delicate and fragile skin makes everything look perfect , and worth the wait . and lastly your rosy lips that i wish to kiss , in a euphoric moment , near the hills with the wind cheering our names with great joy andsuccess to know you're finally mine ❞ A REMUS LUPIN FANFICTION…

Louhalyx

Des lettres éparpillées. Une à une, pleine de sentiments. A qui sont-elles destinées ? Mais est-ce ça qui compte réellement?Des lettres perdus, et des yeux pour les retrouver.Et peut-être une histoire derrière tout ces mots.…

elisachabot123

Louis Saliou mourut, brave, et jusque dans sont dernier souffle, ses pensées furent pour Jannine.Sa veuve le pleura jusqu'a sont dernier jour. Elle le rejoignit, loin de cette violence. Prenons ces deux amants pour exemple de la cruauté infâme de la guerre.…

Madormir

Juste, des lettres. Rien de bien beau à dire, j'écris pour moi, à moi-même ou aux autres, sous un semi-anonymat. (nan je dec tout le monde pourrait me reconnaître mais 0 abonné tmtc ça fait un peu mystérieux)…

Kitty2301

Ceci est un recueil de lettre jamais envoyée d' une petite fille de 9 ans a un de ses amis qui la voie comme une amie normale, sauf que la petite fille est amoureuse de lui.…

Spleen21

Pensées. Correspondances.…

Baka_sable

Textes écrits lors des lives écritures de Tinky…

Lafolle_1

Il cherchait quelqu'un, il l'a trouvé, son cœur aussi...Elle était là, il est venu, elle s'est laissée guidé, son cœur s'en est mêlé...…

Chaosame89

Une série de lettres à un inconnu ...…

MelinayasmineYasmine

It was the beginning of a season in which everything falls, the fall of 1991. The large magnolia flowers with their green leaves were falling behind the window of his small room, a small room whose walls were painted in light brown, a small room in which Mr. George collected memories of his past and relived the long life he lived in the past. With his strong memory, he did not forget anything, and the fragrant Neroli flowers no longer bothered him with their scent.He had always hated its orange scent, but he was slowly getting used to it. The ground outside was full of leaves and flowers, and everything was falling slowly, like every autumn we had before. Autumn brought its pale brown and yellow colors, which in reality were not much different from his room, and the smell of dirt wet with the rain no longer pleased him. He had changed a lot after he thought that he was at an age where he could not get used to new things George Miller Hall was an 80-year-old old man, a former soldier in the American military base. After he became an old man and a cripple, an old man who was not good for anything, he was placed in a nursing home named after the American surgeon Arthur Gillette, whose headquarters were In Florida, he agreed to spend his final days here • While a young 21-year-old employee named Mary Brooks joins to work full-time at Arthur Gillette, George Miller Hall sees her for the first time. She holds everything he wanted to live in, and what he wanted to have throughout his life. She looked different, young. She carries bigger words than her and him, so he decides to get to know her in his own way and tries to make her fall in love with him in a different way. It was just the last emotional journey full of madness and without logic that he decided to undertake in the last days of his boring and boring life, but things happen that turn everything upside down.…