#unfinishedstories

[moonshadowmystique]

The Right Person at the Wrong Time - A Reflection on Timing and Connection

All our lives, we have heard stories that involve the right person turning up at the wrong time. This concept is jarringly alarming because it layer-peels the facade of finding the right individual in regard to love, connection, or relationship. This indicates, if explained better, that two people fitting for each other might fail to emerge when the various elements of life are against their coming together.

What does it even mean to meet the right person at the wrong time?

The Complexity in Timing

Timing is an invisible force that shapes the connections we make, often in ways of which we are barely aware. You might meet your dream person, that person who checks all the boxes or sees the world through a filter instituted by your soul. But with you not being emotionally available, probably still recovering from injuries of the past, or perhaps in the middle of some personal crisis, such connection might just not blossom. On the other hand, it could be them who is dealing with troubles at this stage, which means they cannot also be fully present.

This is extra challenging because, by nature of things, there is tension between what we feel and what reality presents. There is almost something tragic in the beauty of having found someone incredible but at the wrong time. You're forced, then, to think that love and connection are about more than logical matches, but two lives crossing at a certain point where access and readiness are aligned.

The 'What If' Paradox

That is the question that will haunt when the right person shows up at the wrong time: What if things were different? It's such a haunting thought, and then you are left to wonder how, in some other world, maybe it would have worked between the two of you. You have a vision of how this might have been the case with another chapter of your life. You could run yourself into sleepless nights with 'what ifs' and yearn for something that may never be resolved.

But harboring such questions in one's mind forever would render living in the present light of day an impossibility. It is very human to reflect on the paths not taken, but living in the country of 'what ifs' blinds you to the new opportunities staring you in the face.

Growth, Timing, and Readiness

It might be that meeting the right person at the wrong time sometimes serves a great purpose. Sometimes such experiences will teach us more about ourselves, or perhaps are a reflection of where we need to grow or what we need to let go of to be truly ready for a meaningful connection in the future. Other times, the person you meet is but a mirror reflecting the work yet to be done on yourself.

That person may remind you that deep love is deserved by you, even if at the time that is not fated to be with them. They may provide a catalyzing agent that impels you to align your life through means that serve to better prepare you in the future for a relationship be it with them or someone else.

Embracing Imperfection

One of the most painful things we may learn is that imperfection meets us around every corner in life, and love is no different. Yes, even when we think we have found that person who fits every category on our ostensibly perfect list, it's not as if the universe necessarily plays a role in ensuring that all that lines up. That's just part of the mystery—and frustration—of being human.

But perhaps, other than cruel fate, that is the profound message: love is not about everything working out perfectly. It means the understanding that connections, no matter the depth, sometimes do not come out with fairy tales. It is about embracing the will-o'-the-wisps, beautiful moments for what they are and not necessarily needing them to last.

Moving Forward with Ease

So, what happens when you are in this situation? There isn't some simple answer to this proposition, nor is a one-size-fits-all solution for anything. Some can hold onto the hope that one day, in the future, the timing shall be right and the stars align. While others let go, realizing that even while a connection was powerful, yet it simply wasn't meant to be a permanent fixture in our lives.

Both are correct. The key is to move with elegance. Life, with all the moments of its unpredictability, is a journey that's really full of twists and turns. That person at the wrong time could have been one chapter in your story, but it need not define the whole narrative. Every experience in life adds to your growth, even the bittersweet ones.

Ultimately, the concept of meeting the right person at the wrong time invites us to consider what love, timing, and self-awareness are all about. It reminds us that not everything is about chemistry but about being prepared—about two people meeting at the crossroads of their journeys in life, ready to take that step together. And sometimes, such journeys are meant to meet only briefly, leaving an indelible mark but no permanent union. In those moments, we can only respectfully acknowledge the bond for what it was and know that each interaction—every human contact—is a part of our development and continues to shape us into who we are and who we will become.

[un-chosen]

Hanging Loops

One day, during a call: heartbeat.exe raced faster than any thread, and I feared he could hear the echo of my unspoken variables. I debugged my emotions, held them steady, but they threatened to crash my system.

We’ve iterated through endless data points— family, politics, jobs... Ah, jobs. A shared year of "status = jobless;" perhaps he ran on faith's fuel, while I parsed reality with stoic pragmatism.

Call me a pessimist? False. I'm a realist, executing actions on a thread of inner strength, not all can process or embrace.

His belief in divine recursion, a loop of hope coded in his soul, contrasts my algorithm: step-by-step, if-then-else logic meeting destiny's randomness head-on.

Our conversations: long-running scripts without closure, intentionally left in a state of "undefined." He leaves me with ellipses… Was it avoidance or indifference? I don't know, but I let the console.log("hanging") speak for itself.

Our humor scripts don’t sync: He programs clean, wholesome lines, while I import chaos: inappropriate jokes, functions that return laughter from forbidden libraries. His system—flawless, mine—full of glitches.

Yet, as we continue, the code compiles, a hybrid of incompatible yet functional arrays. I don’t know the output we’ll render, but I’d rather live in this infinite loop, even with unresolved exceptions.

[aditya-sah]

Echoes of a Rainy Afternoon: A High School Love Story

Disclaimer: This story is based on true events.

In a quaint town nestled between rolling hills and lush green meadows, there was a school that stood at the heart of the community. It was here, in their twelfth standard, that Aarav and Naina first crossed paths. Though they had been in the same school for years, their lives had never really intersected until they found themselves in the same tuition center for their board exams preparation. 🏫📚

Aarav was a quiet, introspective boy with a passion for mathematics and a love for playing the guitar. Naina, on the other hand, was vivacious and full of life, with a natural talent for literature and a dream of becoming a writer. Their worlds were different, but destiny had its own plans. 🎸📖

It all began on a rainy afternoon. Aarav walked into the tuition center, drenched from the unexpected downpour. Naina noticed him from across the room and offered him a seat next to her, handing him a towel from her bag to dry off. It was a simple gesture, but it sparked a connection between them. ☔🤝

As days turned into weeks, Aarav and Naina found themselves gravitating towards each other. They would study together, share notes, and occasionally exchange stories about their lives and dreams. Aarav admired Naina's zest for life, while Naina found comfort in Aarav's calm and steady presence. 📓💬

One evening, as they were walking home together after class, Aarav summoned the courage to tell Naina how he felt. "Naina, there's something I've been meaning to tell you," he began, his voice trembling slightly. "I really like you. Spending time with you has become the best part of my day."

Naina's eyes sparkled with joy. "I like you too, Aarav," she replied, a shy smile playing on her lips. And just like that, their love story began. 💖🌟

However, life is never without its challenges. As their final exams approached, the pressure mounted. Naina's parents were strict and expected nothing less than perfection. Aarav's family, while supportive, struggled with financial difficulties. The stress began to take a toll on their relationship. 📈💔

Naina, driven by her ambition and her parents' expectations, started spending more time studying alone, isolating herself from Aarav. She would often remind him of how important their exams were and how they couldn't afford any distractions. Aarav, feeling neglected and hurt, tried to understand but couldn't shake the feeling of being pushed away. 📚😔

One fateful day, Naina received a scholarship offer from a prestigious university abroad. It was her dream come true, but it came with a price. The scholarship required her to leave immediately after their exams, leaving little time for goodbyes or discussions. ✈️🎓

When Naina told Aarav about the scholarship, he was both elated for her and heartbroken. "This is amazing, Naina. I'm so proud of you," he said, forcing a smile. "But what about us?"

Naina hesitated, her eyes downcast. "Aarav, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I can't let it slip away. I hope you understand."

Aarav did understand, but it didn't make the reality any less painful. They promised to stay in touch, but as days turned into weeks and weeks into months, the distance grew, not just physically but emotionally. 🌏💬

Naina thrived at her new university, immersed in a world of opportunities and new experiences. Aarav, back home, focused on his studies and eventually secured a scholarship for his own higher education. They both moved forward, their paths diverging further with each passing day. 🎓🌍

Years later, Naina returned to her hometown for a visit. She decided to take a walk down memory lane and found herself at the old tuition center. As she stood there, lost in thought, she felt a familiar presence beside her. It was Aarav. 🏫💭

They exchanged pleasantries, their conversation tinged with nostalgia and unspoken regrets. "You look well, Aarav," Naina said softly.

"You too, Naina," Aarav replied, his eyes reflecting a mixture of emotions.

As they parted ways once more, both realized that some stories, no matter how beautiful, are not meant to have a perfect ending. They cherished the memories they had created together, knowing that their love, though short-lived, had shaped them into who they were. 💞🛤️

And so, Aarav and Naina continued on their separate journeys, grateful for the time they had shared, and hopeful for what the future held for each of them. 🌟🚶‍♂️🚶‍♀️

Penned by: Aditya Sah

[risiblewriter]

The Return of Sabrina

Midnight, October 31st.

 Ambrose Spellman stood at the edge of a precipice. A steep, sheer precipice that loomed over the edge of nothingness. Ambrose breathed in the thick, acrid smoke which rises from the oblivion below. To a mortal, the noxious smoke would provide a swift, excruciating death involving a lot of choking and a lot of blood. But Ambrose was no mortal. Ambrose was a warlock. A dirty rag covered his mouth, blessed with a protective spell. But even this spell, with all the power of Hecate, would only protect him for so long. But Ambrose knew what he was looking for. With a final glance behind him, he dove off the precipice, disappearing into the bright oblivion below.  

 Chapter 1

 A New Beginning

October 30th (The following year)

 Greendale was quiet and ashen. Summer had ended quickly, and fall had arrived early. The residents of Greendale, for reasons unbeknownst to them, had experienced a slow, deflated year. Most of the year the sky had been gloomy and grey, like all colour had been swept out of the sky. The theme of colourlessness seemed to permeate everything. Unemployment was on the rise, the movie theatre had closed, and roofs here and there had begun to fall into disrepair as rainfall had reached its highest yearly rate in centuries. Whilst the rest of the country had experienced droughts and wildfires, the people of Greendale had been wading through puddles for months. In early summer, there had been a short respite from the rainfall. As summer was coming to a close, fall was greeting Greendale with tempestuous storms, and as a result, floods. Baxter high, in particular, had suffered as a result. Situated near a low point of Sweetwater river, no student could pass through Baxter High’s halls, not unless they wanted to front-crawl from geometry to gym. As though boredom and lethargy were viral, they had spread through Greendale like an epidemic.    

 A yellow, trundling school bus came to a stop on the border of Greendale. School children had been forced to attend surrounding schools due to Baxter High’s temporary closure, but the bus drivers refused to drive them all the way home, in fear of stranding the school buses in the floodwater. Theo Putnam jumped out of the bus, pulling his hood over his head. His other friends had started to attend Riverdale, but Theo lived too far, so had to go to a different school, at least until the rains stopped. He waved goodbye to the few classmates he had befriended on his daily bus and started to wade home in his black farmer’s galoshes. Theo was taller, wider. After a year of a mixture of puberty and meds, he looked immensely different. At almost eighteen, Theo had a thick stubble, and finally a bit of muscle to match his fierce personality he had always had. He was finally starting to feel like himself. But he couldn’t deny, it had been a hard, long and monotonous year. After one of his best friends, Sabrina, had died, and he had been separated from his friends Roz and Harvey, Theo had never felt so lonely in his life. He didn’t mind the weather so much. He had always been a winter person, but boy did he miss Baxter High these days. Nothing had been the same since Sabrina died.

Theo turned the corner, passing the closed and boarded-up movie theatre, which he chose to ignore every day. Suddenly, he felt a sudden embrace. Robin, his boyfriend, had whooshed out of thin air and into his arms. As a hobgoblin, Robin could run almost as fast as light (almost). Robin planted a tender kiss on Theo’s lips.

‘Missed you’ Theo said, smiling weakly.They kissed again. Theo was almost the same height as Robin these days. He looked at Robin, who from speed-running through the floodwater was absolutely soaked, and burst out laughing.

‘You’re soaked, Robin’ Theo snorted.

‘Guess I’ll have to come back to yours to get changed then’, smiled Robin.

‘I guess you’ll have to’ Theo smirked.

The pair waded through Greendale, passing countless sandbag-surrounded houses, closed-businesses and crows perched on lamppost and roadsides, as though they were waiting for Greendale’s gaunt residents to drop down dead so they could devour them.

 One of the only houses spared from the floods was the Spellman mortuary, perched on a raised hill in the misty, wooded outskirts of the stormy town. The large, discombobulated house stood atop the hill, smiling like a gothic mansion, slightly wonky and out of sorts. An unusual abode: fitting for a remarkable family like the Spellman’s. As the day shrunk into night, the Spellman’s were coming to the end of another monotonous, eventless night. As sudden as lightning springs from the sky, Zelda Spellman appeared in the entryway of the mortuary with a whoosh. Dr Cerberus, who was descending the grand staircase with a tray of teacups and snotty tissues, jumped with fright, dropping the tray on the ground.

‘Unholy hecate!’ Yelled Zelda in frightened frustration, ‘You shouldn’t skulk about, Doctor’.

A confused Dr Cerberus apologised weakly and began to clean up the dishes. As Zelda strode off into the lounge to find a cigarette, he muttered under his breath:

‘Maybe you should learn to treat brothers-in-law with a little respect’, before stumbling away to the kitchen to dispose of the broken teacups. The past year, the Spellman house, no matter how cavernous, had felt a little claustrophobic to Dr Cerberus, who was still getting used to his new housemates. Though, he had to admit to himself, he knew marrying Hilda Spellman would not be a plain-sailing endeavour.

 After retrieving a vogue cigarette, which Zelda, a highly sophisticated witch, smoked with a Victorian cigarette-holder, she ascended the bifurcated staircase and entered her sister’s bedroom. Hilda, a stark contrast to her severe elder sister, lay bundled up in floral bedding, which was littered with a fresh supply of snottified tissues. The tender-hearted, and comparatively dumpy and squat sister held out a hand to Zelda, who took it and perched on the edge of the bed.

‘Still despairing, sister?’ Zelda asked, her usually stern intonation softened and uncharacteristically kind.

‘Of course, Zelda. How could I not be? Tomorrow would be her birthday. Her eighteenth! Our little Sabrina, a grown witch…’ Hilda sobbed, her squeaky, British voice dissipating into muffled sobs.

‘You know as well as I, Hilda, Sabrina was wise beyond her years. She was as grown a woman and witch as you and I have ever been…’

‘Oh, we all know how brilliant she was, Zelda’ Hilda choked, ‘but we also know better than anyone else that was still a girl, a child. Deep down, Zelda, she was. She was our little girl’

This was too much for Zelda. She gripped Hilda’s hands tightly for a moment, a single tear oozing out of her icy eyes. Then, she stood quite suddenly, and let go of her sisters’ hand. She walked to the windows and swept the curtains open.

‘Enough, sister. Sabrina would want us to be convivial for her birthday, she wouldn’t want us to lie about all day wallowing in our sorrows!’

Ambrose, the handsomest, youngest Spellman, entered the room, straight from the mortuary in his trademark bloodied apron.

‘She’s quite right, auntie’ He said to Hilda ‘Sabrina would hate to see you like this. And, besides, you never know what might happen’

His aunties turned and looked at him with a kind of astonishment.

‘You’ve been acting peculiarly, recently, Ambrose’ Hilda stated.

‘Quite,’ agreed Zelda ‘have you got something up your sleeve, nephew?’

‘A new beau, perhaps?’ Giggled sniffly Hilda.

Ambrose turned and left the room without comment.

‘What’s with him?’ Hilda asked her sister, pulling another tissue from the box.

‘Oh, he’s always been a little bizarre, that one’, said Zelda.

TO BE CONTINUED...

[iriel3000]

Amazing Unfinished Fanfics

QUESTION:

a) Have you ever posted an incomplete story that you no longer work on?

b) Have you ever finished another author's incomplete/abandoned fanfic?

c) How would you feel about someone else completing your work?

d) what incomplete piece would you like to see finished? (no pressure to the authors!)

[self-taughtscreenwriting]

(Hahaha!! 📝👻) #Repost @writing4breakfast ・・・ If a fortune teller would have predicted your future 5 years ago, what would they have said? . . . . #screenwriter #scriptwriter #writerslife #selftaughtscreenwriting #screenwriterspirit #scriptwriterslife #scriptguts #screenwriterslife #passion #unfinishist #unfinishedstories #writeon #scripthustle #scriptbliss #writersfollowwriters #story #happysundaze https://www.instagram.com/p/BpNNx8yh3Qb/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=pyy1kndzeebe

[sheiyrah]

How can I forget you if all of your memories keep on chasing me?

#love #unrequiredlove #unfinishedstory #broken #memories #forgetting #brokenheart

[jixifox]

CLOSE #UnfinishedStories

The last time, The last time I felt, Your warm embrace, It put a smile, On my face, As it does, Everyday, Being so close to you, After all these years knowing you, Learning consistently, Agreeing and not agreeing, Spending endless nights, Talking, Walking on cloud 9, Never caring about the time, Knowing you are mine, And I am yours, Our closeness, Developed, Blossomed, Widen, Deepened, …..

Close:a short distance…

[crownandkingdom]

Check out this playlist on @8tracks: Autumn Tunes by unfinishedstories.

[unfinishedstories]

Unfinishedstory 2

(Flashback) " I think I like you, " he said "What?" "I think I like you!" "You think you like me?" "Yes" "You cant like me" "Watch me" I walked away. (Present Day) He walked away. " I think i like you," i said   "What?" "I think i like you" "You think you like me?" "Yes" "You cant like me" "Why? "You're too late.. thats why.." "Watch me" He left. This time it was me that got hurt , not him

[amandabromfield]

Still Installing for the NAS Masters of Fine Art Graduation Exhibition opening on the 8th November at 6pm. @nas_au #nas_au #nasceramics #australianceramics #ceramics #ceramicundies #unfinishedstory #womensstories #amandabromfield #doilies #oldlace #sewing (at National Art School) https://www.instagram.com/p/BptREknlqaH/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=q79hs2tnuwef

[lookingformyron]

secret to hid 2

this is going to be one of my harder mission. our king caught news that the new boyfriend our princess is dating is nothing but a trap from another kingdom. this is really not the first occurance with our princess, its not her fault that she’s so willing to hand out her love and trust to almost everyone and everything. its her charm and also her faults. In the past we could reasons into her and show her prove that they’re using her kindness to infiltrate the kingdom. but not this time, this guy is too good. no loose ends. and she’s in head over heal for him. there’s nothing we can do to show her that sh’e just another one of his project. there’s nothing for us to do... 

thats where i need to come in. i need to make him disappear from her life. for the sake of this kingdom and for her. i love the princess, but it can never be for us. Im just a servant. I know the king values me, and that we grew up together; but i need to know my place. all i can do is to ensure the kingdom is safe. and that the king and my princess is safe and happy. The king’s already order for me to end her highness pathetic excuse of a bf. i’ll just wait for the opportunity. I hope he could at least make her happy during his last day as a breathing human being. 

i waited for them to bid their farewell that night. as he was approaching the parking lot heading home, i knocked him unconscious and put him in the trunk of my car. As i was driving away to pre-set up warehouse, i needed to get a comfession from him first. There’s no hard proof that he’s a spy, I just know in  my heart and i want to at least give him a chance to confess. after all, killing an innocent is nothing really my style.

I got to the warehouse and woke him, dude was a pain in the ass even though he was unconscious. like why the fk is over 200lbs and 6ft tall? unness body mass. after a long ‘talk’ with him, and a little bit of violence, he confessed. [like a little pussy] 

it was nice knowing you asshole. thank you for at least making our princess happy today. sorry you have to go this way, but i really can’t have you marrying our princess and give her a lifetime of unhappiness b/c YOU’RE A FKING SSPY. 

as i was about to end him, our princess pushed me out of the way and a shot missed fired; luckily she wasn’t hurt.  

no, you can’t kill him! -princess  i wont let you! -princess 

why do you always ruin my happiness? every time i find any glimps of happiness with anyone, you have to come in and tell me they’re kill to take over the kingdom, or trying to use me to get the king to do whatever. why do you hate seeing me happy? arn’t your suppose to be my best friend? why do you like to torment me? -princess 

she yelled at me as tears stream down her face. each tears feels like a sharp stab to my chest. i never wwanted to hurt her. but she seriously has the worst taste in men. i would never want to hurt her. but i’d rather she feel sad now, then to let this relationship continue to ruin the rest of her life. i didnt say anything back to her. once again i raised my gun, and pointed at his chest. 

this time however, she jumped between us, and is now in front of him. 

i wont see him again if thats what you want. but i love him. and i can’t let you kill him. if you want to kill him; then you’ll have to kill me first. -princess 

i’ve received orders from the king. we both only wants whats better for you. please move -i calmly asked her 

no- she yelled at me. 

i’ve rarely failed a mission that was given to me. but when the princess is involved, im usually ready for whatever punishment that will handed to me. just like that i knocked him out and warn him to never return to our kingdom. then i escort the  princess home. we were both silence the whole ride home. 

you didn’t kill him? he wasn’t even a trained agent! he was just a planted fk boy by the princess?! i cant think of a reason why he could have lived, after the encounter he had with you. -king

i didn’t say anything. its was my fault anyways for being so careless, and letting the princess find out. 

its my fault. im ready for my punishment.  -k 

our king smiled. and pat me in the back. you really think i wouldnt’ find out that our spoiled little princess was making a scene and being the melodramatic princess that she is interfered with your mission? why do you not tell me things like these? is talking really such a chore to you? -king 

a failed mission is a failed mission. i dont want to make up an excuse for it. -k 

in your lifetime, there are a handful of failed mission. and EVERY SINGLE one of it has the princess name written all over it. yet not once has you ever said anything. -king

i looked at our king in surprise. he knows. he knows everything. 

anyhow, we still have to put on a show. we can’t let ppl know how much i love you compare to everyone else here. you grew up with me and the princess. there’s no one in this kingdom, besides my spoiled little sister, that i love more than you. you know that. it just annoys me so much that you’ve never said you love me back **cute face** -king 

i smiled. i know the king cherishes me. but rules are rules. 

go run around the filed until you’re tired. that’s your punishment. i feel like you need to let out some steam. our princess must have pissed you off on the ride home. -king 

____

how long has be been running? -king  about 7 hrs. -servant  SEVEN HOURS?! how many miles is that -king i think he runs 6mph, so around ~42miles -servant

our king was for some reason furious. he got into his running gear and headed to the track. he started to run along side with K. 

are you trying to kill yourself? stop running and go rest! -king  you told me to run until im tired. im still okay -k  stop running right now; that is an order! -king

K continues to run. 

are you defying me right now? -king you went too easy on me with the punishment. i can’t let the ppl see how easy you are to step all over. im really still okay. i’ve been in worser situation.... 

[tearstavern]

#unfinishedstory

“GROW!!!”

yelled an angry lady to a tiny slowly-growing flower.

It was a warm sunny day. Lucy walks fast, her head down. She refuses to see the beautiful flowers on the sidewalks. Biting her tongue, closing her eyes as her memory involuntarily recites last night’s encounter with robots, titans and zombies.

She just can't forget.

"Good morning!" She greeted everyone with a hypocritical smile as she entered the office.

It was the most exciting month (supposed to be) for Lucy and the rest of the team.

Flower fields began to blush with pinky tulips, while gigantic sunflowers imitate the unbeatable radiance of the sun. Hope and courage thrive like humbled weeds and grass, despite being unnoticed and insignificant to some.

[msroxxyr-blog]

💭 💔 💭 💔 💌💔💌 💔 💭 💔 💭 #brokenheart #disappointed #disappointment #friend #friendship #frustrated #frustration #heartache #heartbroken #lostfriend #poem #poems #poetry #quote #quotes #sad #worthit #writer #writing #writings #tellmewhy #cry #unfinishedstory #thinkingofyou #hope #love #life #remember #smile #rememberyoursmile #world #myworld #alwaysremember #missyou #imissyou 💭 💔 💭 💔 💌💔💌 💔 💭 💔 💭

[heytherekezia]

Our stories are being written with each day. Grab one of these at tee spring.com/unfinishedstory. #audioanthology

[petronsaints-blog]

She knew the sky. It was the very part of that vast expanse of endless blue she used to watch in boring afternoons. The colorful houses, the bustling cobblestoned streets, even the noise of the marketplace; these were all the things she thought she would never see again. The same old city where she was born hadn't changed so much. She was amazed at how almost everything remained despite the fact that things wouldn't be the same again for her. The way she saw the world changed a long time ago, soon the way she was also followed.

The Bard