2am Stories

A song book dedicated to those who confuse nostalgia with possibility no plot. no characters. just lyrics. written for the 2am version of you. for the nights you stared out windows and heard background music. for the ones who feel too much and write too little. this is a collection of original song lyrics. read like poetry. sing if you want.

At Greenfield University, Hostel C has one unspoken rule: Never open the window at exactly 2:13 a.m. No one knows who created the rule. No one knows what happens if you break it. But every student obeys it like their life depends on it. Except Zara. New, bold, and refusing to believe in "stupid campus myths," she laughs it off and opens the window at exactly 2:13 a.m. By morning, everything is normal... too normal. Her roommate is gone. Her bed is made. Her clothes are gone. And worse-no one remembers she ever existed. Now Zara is trapped in a truth the university has buried for years. Because at Greenfield, people don't just disappear... they are erased.

POEM

"They called me a monster until I finally became one." One cut. One scream. One "perfect" correction at a time. In a city ruled by fear, a killer known only as The Ghost is reshaping his victims into twisted versions of perfection. Faces carved into animalistic masks. Chest marked with the symbol of Phi - the golden ratio. The media calls it madness. But nothing about the murders is random Determined to expose the truth, Julian takes the investigation into his own hands, documenting every theory for his growing online audience. As public fear rises, so does his obsession. Meanwhile, Dr. Elena Rossi - the city's brilliant forensic specialist - works alongside Detective Daniel Hayes to analyze the precision behind the killings. The Ghost isn't random. Every cut is measured. Every victim connected. And as patterns begin to surface, it becomes clear Ethan wasn't chasing a myth. He was getting close. Because The Ghost isn't just killing. He's correcting. In a race against time, Julian and Daniel must unmask the Ghost before the city becomes a graveyard. And sometimes, the most terrifying monsters aren't hiding in the dark... They're standing in the light.

Sixteen people. One piss dungeon. There can only be one victor, the ultimate piss lord. Who will win? A/N: I wrote this with the expertise help of @thegspot who introduced me to the piss realm. Thank you, my dear friend for this beauty.

All of these are straight from the empty chasm known as my brain at 2am Enjoy Some of these turned out deeper than expected so be prepared I suppose,, this was written by and edgy teen in 2019 pls don't read check out my updated poetry on my account 🙏

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GUTS, what made you? [ ENGLISH ] original , poetry salzstangenraucherin © 2018

not poetry. not stories. just little nothings that keep me awake. ♦ ♦ ♦ copyright: all rights reserved

... It wasn't that he was annoyed. Okay, maybe he was a little annoyed, but that was just the lack of sleep talking. Because a certain explosive punk thought it was a good idea to test the flammability of his sheets at 2 in the morning. Every single morning. (In which Bakugou's quirk wakes Kirishima up, and Kirishima gets way too invested in his bro's well-being.) Bakugou x Kirishima fic ⚠️ DISCLAIMER ⚠️ full credits for this story go to Unbreakable_Red_Riot on Ao3!!! I just enjoyed this story so much I wanted more people to see :)

Gone through it, grew with it

This is all poetry I wrote in 8th grade...in an English class.

2 am thoughts 💭💡🎈 Things I ponder about in my spare time and reinventing those thoughts so that I can pour it out for all the fellow wattpadians here to relate or expand their views and get to know about their own judgements on common topics 🖤 Everything in here is based on my personal opinions , events and experiences . - Riya Joshi

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I had always loved Charlotte Harris, she was simply magnificent. Lotte was delightfully chaotic, a beautiful mess. Loving her would be a splendid adventure. I had absolutely no chance to be with her. But one mor-night, I received a call from an unknown caller ID. Little did I know that it would actually give me a little chance with this girl. Should I answer? It's 2AM and the girl of my dreams is calling me. HELL YES.

idk life but its me

Short writing about family. Is this a poem? It doesn't rhyme.

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