Whimsical Musings
Lost in whimsical musings
Sometimes you meet someone and your universe sort of just explodes, because even the sea gets tired of happy endings. Life is tragic and I witnessed a tragedy. ** After three years of keeping dark secrets, eighteen year old Helen Kumar wants to unveil it all. She knows who killed Sebastian, the boy who almost burned h...
❝I have never been myself as much as I have with you and all these words.❞ A beginner's attempt at poetry, exploring a few different forms and voices while trying to convey loss and beauty. Organized alphabetically, so feel free to read in whatever order you like. Sept. 2013-June 2014 "eye of twilight" from Jan...
I fell in love with a physicist, and then we lost ourselves. Maybe there are places we can all be happy. We just need to find those places. Or maybe they don't exist.
There in those city lights, there was no her and there was no him. There was just everything and nothing and the spaces in between, like flickering lights against a never-ending, black sky. There in those city lights, there was no love and there was no hate. There was just listening and talking and understanding every...
Okay, so Nick's mom was exaggerating when he said he wanted to go outside. Well, wouldn't she not if her son wasn't one to regularly skip through the outdoor's atmosphere? « Nick, a homeschooled almost-senior, has a eureka moment—thus leading to the unconscious creation of the Discovery Page, established alongside h...
"What if something new happens when you come back? Will you move forward or keep running back?" As Aria finds a way to come back to her old town, she comes across her and her best friend's clubhouse of some sort. They were both confused when a teenage boy stood in front of them. At that time, they didn't realize that...
They weren't supposed to meet. But life does that sometimes; it throws in a couple of new faces that bring you the utmost of joys in the most unlikeliest of places, and every now and then, you'll come across someone who changes you - someone who's genuine and wonderful and full of hope; someone who changes your perspe...
Julia Tylers was gone for two years. She hadn't been in contact with the people from her old life. To her, they were gone, and she would never see them again. She unexpectedly came back-- back to the place she swore she'd never return. She changed... a lot. How will her old friends react to her coming back a completel...
stories left behind by burnt out souls. [trigger warning: suicide. viewer discretion advised.]
What if the person you trusted the most suddenly became a stranger, who desperately wanted you dead? And if an hour later, they were back to normal? Detective Jack Arnette was a respected cop, before a hostage situation went horribly wrong. Victor Slade is a meditating, hedonistic cop-killer. When Victor makes a pick...
❝Because when you realize nobody cares and all those pretty little opinions derive from your own mind; you can finally get some sleep at night.❞ Marion was an insomniac, Jay feared the night, and Dean thought he owned it. {starting back in march}
[Camp Nanowrimo Project] They watched him grow up from the gaps in the floorboards. They waited for his dreams to die and his hope to wither. They fed on his dying childhood. They. The monsters.
Mary Durward’s life hasn’t been the same since her best friend Noah passed away. Although diagnosed with clinical depression and paranoid schizophrenia, she’s convinced she is being haunted by Noah’s ghost. After one fateful night spent at the local cemetery, Mary is suddenly able to see Noah—and she discovers that sh...
[Complete and edited.] Being moved from foster home to foster home sounds pretty difficult, right? Try being framed for arson, slashing tires and throw in a seriously bipolar teenage boy and see how easy it is then. Copyright © mavericks_ Best Achievements To Date: •○● JUVENILE #1 [as of 10/10/2018]●○• • Juven...
Tragedies change people. That being said, it shouldn't come as a surprise that the accident changed Gemma. Anger problems seem like the only issue to her, but her father and evil step-mother see a lot more than that lying underneath. Unable to help her, they go to their last resort; they send her to Safe Haven, a summ...
❝When we grow, we stop searching the monsters under the bed, instead, we search in our heads.❞ [other #161-10/25/13 ● spiritual #81 -01-27-14]
It was a rainy day, in New York no less. One held a cup of coffee, wishing for the rain to stop. One held a hand full of old books, savouring the moment. short story #98 poetry #51
A collection of tragedies of sorts, of demons or angels (whatever you'd fancy to call them) that lurk and/or gleam in my mind. Written when the moon's dreary and the sun's near awakening. Obnoxiously metaphoric, subtly inspirational. © Jake Sullivan, 2014