Weeping Stories

This poetry book, Echoes Beneath the Moonlight, is a collection of deeply emotional reflections that travel through love, heartbreak, loneliness, devotion, and silent resilience. Beneath the soft glow of moonlit nights and within dimly lit rooms of memory, these poems explore the fragile state of the human soul - wounded yet hopeful, broken yet still capable of loving. Through recurring symbols of the moon, shattered hearts, silent rivers, freezing seas, and trembling breaths, the book captures the ache of longing, the fear of losing someone, and the quiet strength found in enduring pain. Each piece feels like a confession whispered into the night - sometimes romantic, sometimes philosophical, sometimes standing at the edge of mortality - but always sincere. Echoes Beneath the Moonlight is not just a poetry collection; it is the voice of a soul navigating darkness while still searching for light.

Kettu Kinson's life hangs in the balance, literally, when he meets beautiful young artist and philanthropist, Nina Andews, who is determined not only to save him from jumping off the city center bridge, but to get him to see the beauty in every day life and find new reasons to live, but will her kind words and sweet smile be enough to save Kettu from himself?

One Direction. Doctor Who. Harry Potter. Sherlock. Plus a tinsie bit of Vampire Diaries. What more could you want? Note: This story was first posted on onedirectionfanfiction.com I re-posted it on Wattpad to get a larger audience, all work is mine, The second story to 'Yer A Wizard Harry' Harry Styles is a wizard. Yeah, he knows that now, but what happens when he meets a fellow 'clueless'? Looks like he needs a Sherlock to help sort it out...

Andrea King, the filthy rich supermodel, singer, and actress is the most famous girl in the world and has a prefect life: a boyfriend, a bunch of true friends, a loving family, lots of money, and an amazing job. Then her agent and friends' agents makes her and her friends go to public school for their sophomore year of high school. That's when everything fell apart. Everything she had once taken for granted like love, friends, and family started to break into pieces. Can Andrea fit them back together and fix her life up before she falls apart, too?

The story focuses on a maid who loves her family a lot and fear of losing them one day. When such a day comes, she won't be able to bear it cause she never know what happens to them one day that fate could bring them and also because she is never able to spend enough time with her family, only once or twice a month. Her husband promised her he'll be there as her substitute guardian by her side at all costs. How will he be able to be by her side when he's gone and encountered an accident? How will he protect her? And what her Master and his children who she serves will have to encounter at their home?

When Ticci Toby befriends a human named Willow, a fragile connection between them blossoms. Everyday they meet up in the woods, sharing stories of their pasts and laughing at dumb jokes. What they don't realize is that every time they meet up, he is watching..watching and waiting for the perfect moment. He's fascinated by Willow, he wants Willow and will do anything he can to force her into his world, going as far as using her own friendship against her. Ticci Toby x fem oc

I just wanted to write a fanfiction that involved a weeping angel :)

"All ready" she smiles innocently as she begins walking along, pulling me with her. It's a nice day, sun shining down on our backs, bright blue sky coating the space above us. Almost makes me wish I hadn't spent the past week hiding like a coward. My long strides were big compared to her small steps. And before we know it we're at her resting place. An open field with rows of headstones marking a fallen soul. Theres hundreds of them, grave after grave. It's never ending. "Help me pick some for Mum, Crate" she smiles as she bends down and starts to pluck the wildflowers from their roots. "Alright" I sigh, kneeling to her side and grabbing handfuls if whatever I could find. Honeycomb heads, Penstemons, blue bonnets, and Boykinias were spread across the ground bringing a vibrance to the landscape. It was a nice resting place for mum." ⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。°⛧ ⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。°⛧ 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽. 𝖨𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖾𝖽. 𝖨𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋. 𝖮𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾? - Novella to the Weeping Willow

BOOK TWO "Don't move." The Doctor said through clinched teeth. "What's behind me?" I demanded, my breathing hitching in my throat. I fought the urge to turn my head. The Doctor's eyes were wide and full of fear, looking at the monster behind me with revealed hatred. "Doctor, what's behind me?" "Trust me, Scarlet. Step towards me. Slowly." I obeyed, slowly creeping towards him. I swallowed my fear and continued. His hand caught my waist and pulled me to him, finally allowing me to turn. Instead of a hideous creature, I saw... Myself, over a dead Doctor. "What is it?" I asked slowly, knowing I would never be so foolish as to allow myself to cross my own time stream. "It's your worst fear."

Ariella is a time lord/lady. She has known the Doctor since they were little on Gallifrey, now they are the only ones left. after 600 years of nothing in her life, Ariella finds her self stuck with the Doctor on the planet Midnight, she has no choice but to tell him who she is. now follow her life and discoveries of who she truly is with the ninth tenth and eleventh Doctors as The Girl Who Could Never Leave.

Ever wondered what happened to the people of Manhattan during the Angels in Manhattan episode of Dr. Who? Here's just one example.

Roland is on his way to the museum. But after bring tormented, he has to stay in the museum overnight. With what? Read and find out.

Valora cannot remember who she is, where she's from, or anything other than her growing longing to find the Doctor, whomever that may be. The Doctor gets a distress signal on his psychic paper, which no traveler could pass up. After finding her broken and seconds from death, he discovers that she's not human; not even close. This comes as a shock for the Doctor, because after all, twelve-hundred years of time and space and he's never met an angel that didn't turn to stone. science fiction #570

Just a bunch of poems for Doctor Who. Comment or inbox me any requests.

Mulţi afirmă că viaţa fără poezie ar fi un nimic monoton, lipsit de frumos şi expresivitate. Dar cum ar fi viaţa fără poeziile MELE? Probabil mai bună. Dar de ce să riscăm? Limba poeziilor va alterna între Engleză şi Română, nu pentru că mă dau mare vorbitor de Engleză, ci doar pentru că uneori, unele versuri sună mai bine aşa. Dacă "operele mele" vi se par prosteşti sau copilăreşti, aş dori să mă anunţaţi, şi să nu aruncaţi cu banane în mine. Vă mulţumesc.

What does the world seem like through the eyes of a weeping angel? Perhaps the fearful monsters are misunderstood, cursed celestial beings? What if an Angel just wants to feel the touch of another living thing? What if they are divine creatures, cursed to an infinity of murderous rage?