These are some sonnets that I wrote for a project, which are horrible by the way, and ended up being unused, so I'll publish them here for the sake of publishing them here. And no, I'm not gonna add more sonnets here and then because I, simply saying, suck. And yes I agree, they all suck and they are all written in a...
A shoebox collection of short fables, stories in verse, discontinued manuscripts, and other fluffy curio. Featured by Wattpad under "Short Story" from October 2013 to 2015.
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
"human beings are works in progress who mistakenly think they're finished" © taekth 2016
dear oliver: there's something i have to tell you. lilly. [ 11 | 30 | 14 - #146 Teen Fiction ] [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-fourteen ]
A/N: This is an unedited, significantly different version of the soon to be published novel by losangelesque aka L. Akhter. This draft was written when I was 15-18 years old and I highly encourage new readers to read the published version instead. Former high school football star Frank Novak meets profound and depress...
❝he wasn't looking for anything permanent, and she knew; but unlike everyone else, she didn't care.❞ timid but thriving, blair was anything but opposed to making friends with the tall, mysterious, blue-eyed boy playing guitar on a bench at one a.m. outside the city she lived in. loud but withdrawn, van wasn't like...
Let this book submerge you with heartaches, drown you with traces of the past, flood you with self-wonders, wash you with waves of healing, immerse you with romance, and fill you up with colors, but only if you dive into this ocean of poetry and let every word take you into the deep.
If Julia Hart was fall, Lance Taylors was winter. And when winter falls, so do they - for each other. Or so he hoped. ©thebrumous, only available on Wattpad. All Rights Reserved. [Credit to @thelimpid for inspiring and helping with this very story.] HIGHEST RANKS: #22 IN POETRY | #10 IN FALL | #56 IN WINTER
Every lost heart wants to be safe and sound. And every lost poem needs to be written and found.
427 years After Doom (A.D.) the stars continue to protect themselves from the species of every planet in the solar system. Their strategies and technology changed over time, making themselves stronger to have a long life expectancy. Every star is important to defend their Mother Sun and to prolong its life or else, th...
Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishe...
"they told us that we needed therapy, as if medication and tainted words could fix broken toys."
dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?
when you have too many thorns, all you can do is paint them in red, because, maybe then, they will look like petals [sequel to shades of blue]
"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆" "𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕" - - - In which he returns to Basilwether to face her; his oldest friend, closest companion, greatest regret, and handmaid. - - - Inspired by Little Women - - -
"I think you should -" "Correction: I am in my own body, with my own mind; you do not and cannot tell me what to do."
a collection of poetries and prose. welcome to my soul. [highest achievement: #5 in spokenpoetry]
「 bite-sized pieces of sorrow 」 悲伤的曲调 Misery On Shuffle is a collection of short stories inspired by sorrowful tunes, melancholy melodies and forlorn ballads. Each chapter features a different song, a different perspective, a different kind of heartbreak.
