The love is killing me.....

Have you ever felt like love is not what you thought it was? like it's something dark lurking in the deeps of the love everyone loves.

So I see that many here at Fakku likes to write and read storys/poems so I thought "Why not make another one" but this time lets make it a love and/or horror story. It can have a happy ending or a sad ending, so Basically you decide how it should end. And like the first one it must be a story/poem YOU made up.

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Here is some pictures to get you in the mood.








Scary Story thread

I dont believe in Love i give up on that long time ago.

Forever Alone

This is more suited for the Writing section.

Roses and tulips are everywhere to be seen ....
which one shall I pick to be mine, oh what a complicated scene ...

I sat on the grass and just let the wind blow it's way ...
It was a intimate moment that lasted for only 90 days ....

I ran and I laughed and enjoyed the scenery ...
until I reached the parts of rotten greenery ....

I gasped and I held my own very breath ....
I was also disgusted with it and thought it was death ...

So I ran back to the place of flowers and greens ....
but the place has just vanished and there was nothing to be seen ...

So I walked on the path of loneliness and despair ...
until I saw a green spirit flying in the air ..

So I asked what it's name is and it said I am the green land ..
and it asked me : " Oh great wanderer, why didn't you hold my hand".


This poem is about me getting together with a girl and everything was perfect until I knew that she also has some issues in life. I couldn't handle that and left her, and later I learned my lesson that no matter how beautiful the relationship or the girl is, that there are bound to be ugly moments but it is natural since she was willing to share me her problems, and I didn't accept that and lost her.

She told me later that she really liked me, but I was just immature.

Realy good one there, you got a talent for writing poems. +1 rep

Why thanks, i'll return the favor once I can rep again.

I wish to see your work as well, no need to hold back.

Somewhat love is not something we should understand, but to comprehend.

I'm sure we've all felt love isn't what it seemed or like those love songs we hear on the radio, but never give up... :) When it's meant to happen, it will.

If this isn't a discussion about the dynamics of a relationship, or if you don't need advice, I think this should be moved to Writing.