SRenaS

Joined August 2023

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Writing is one of my many hobbies. I love writing stories whether it is fiction or horror, everything is written from the top of my imagination. I occasionally write on other communities and topics aswell.

Stories (16/0)

When I realised
I Remember my mom one day brushing through my hair and braiding it, making comments on how I should take better care of it like every average Asian mothers does. “You should put this oil on your hair every 3 days!” Or “You need to brush your hair daily, it massages your scalp.” I sat their, trying to hold my chuckles, covering my mouth with my hands. She continued to brush my hair and make these comments.
By SRenaSabout a month ago in Families
New Year, New Memories.
Some are out in clubs and parties While some are with their families, A happiness yet sadness is seen in their eyes, Recollecting the memories they made this year,
By SRenaS4 months ago in Poets
Pompeii
Pompeii is a preserved ancient Roman City in Naples in the Campania region of Italy. Which was once a thriving and sophisticated city, is now buried under metres of ash and pumice after the calamitous eruption of Mount Vesuvius in 79 A.D. Pompeii along with Herculaneum and other surrounding cities were all buried in this ash.
By SRenaS5 months ago in History
My Country, My Motherland
It’s a country of many seasons, A country known for its complete seasons. Summer, Winter, Monsoon, Autumn, Late Autumn, they have it all!
By SRenaS7 months ago in Poets
2 Stories that will scare you to the bone
STORY ONE: Twin 2 girls named Amber and Anna were twins. Amber would follow Anna all the time, do everything Anna does, eat everything Anna eats. But she never talked to anyone, not even Anna. She would always stay quiet and follow Anna. But Anna didn’t seem to mind it at all.
By SRenaS8 months ago in Horror
Mother
Oh Mother, For you I saw the world, For you I saw what it had restored for me, For you I’m happy. * I’m sorry for all the trouble I caused,
By SRenaS8 months ago in Poets
Time
The clock is ticking, Moments are passing, The time is decreasing. Do we have enough time of infinity? ~~~~~~~~ Why waste it,
By SRenaS8 months ago in Poets
Story Time: The house across the street 2
Today, I want to share another story of the house across the road from my grandparents’s house. As I said before, my grandfather and his two sisters all of them live in the same area, houses just beside one and another. One is a house beside my grandparents’s house, another one’s house is just across the road. Since these 3 houses are practically beside each other, we grew up very close to each other.
By SRenaS8 months ago in Horror
That house across the street
My grandparents lived in a three story house. With a small yard and swings on the rooftop. My grandfather loved plants, trees, gardening and everything about it. His yard was basically like a garden and on the rooftop he also planted so many types of flowers, fruit trees and plants. It was always so nice there. Fresh air, greens around, during summer a nice sunny day, during winter a nice cold day and during monsoon a nice rainy day, who wouldn’t miss it once leaving? Mind you, they lived in the city.
By SRenaS8 months ago in Horror
We Bloom like the Flowers of Blossom
The seasons of blossom, Such a scene of the horizon, Such flowers bloom, On the brightest days of dawn. ~~~~~~~~ The sky is so bright,
By SRenaS8 months ago in Poets
Cause I’m Me, my Own self
Flowers bloom like they glad, They live their life in their pride, Am I really part of their mind? ~~~~~~~ I’m not something that they can use,
By SRenaS8 months ago in Poets
Why do I still?
Why do I still expect? When I know they will not notice, When I know they won’t care. ~~~~~~ Why do I still help? When I know they will forget it,
By SRenaS8 months ago in Poets

SRenaS

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When I realised

New Year, New Memories.

Pompeii

My Country, My Motherland

2 Stories that will scare you to the bone

Mother

Time

Story Time: The house across the street 2

That house across the street

We Bloom like the Flowers of Blossom

Cause I’m Me, my Own self

Why do I still?

Stories (16/0)