3am Stories

My pen had always scribbled from the ink of imagination, writing fiction and stories I've always longed to read. But I never would've imagined, I'd write from experience. To write through blood... through pain and tears... through anger and grief, was the last door I'd ever reach for. But it opened just for me. I never imagined I'd write poems, not about death, not about grief... not about a face I miss and can't wait too long to go back to sleep to see. No, not too soon like this. I'm not a poet, but here I am writing poetry. Hoping it would be another journey, but this time... to heal. And I do hope, that when I visit this book after a long time, I'd be somewhere better. And somehow better.

At sixteen, she bought an old bed from her neighbor , thinking it was just another piece of furniture. She was wrong. Soon after the bed entered her home, strange things began to happen. Unexplained noises echoed through the night, shadows appeared where no one stood, and terrifying nightmares refused to let her sleep. Then her world shattered. After losing both of her parents, she finds herself completely alone. But grief is not the only thing haunting her. A ghost connected to the bed has chosen her for a far darker purpose. She is slowly turning into its blood puppet. With every passing day, the spirit's control over her grows stronger. Her thoughts are no longer entirely her own, and her body obeys commands she never gave. Trapped between reality and the supernatural, she must uncover the truth behind the cursed bed and the ghost that lurks within it. But the deeper she digs, the more horrifying the truth becomes. Can she break free before she loses herself completely? Or will she become nothing more than a puppet dancing on strings made of blood?

One rule. That was all Eva's parents left her before they disappeared."Do not stay awake at 3:00 AM."It seemed like an absurd, unexplained joke-until the neighborhood fell dead silent, the clock ticked to the forbidden hour, and a hairless, eyeless entity with a horrific, stitched-on porcelain smile appeared at Eva's shattered window.Now, trapped in a waking nightmare with only her loyal dog, Pickle, Eva must unearth a dark secret buried in the ashes of a 1990 psychiatric hospital fire. A secret her own parents tried to burn away. The low, unsettling whistling is echoing from inside the drywall. The house is alive. And if Eva can't break the walls before the clock stops, Patient 0 will drag her into the darkness forever.A fast-paced, atmospheric.

Rosie is a college songwriting student struggling with writer's block and insecurity. But an unexpected encounter with a rude but attractive stranger at her favourite spot might just shake her out of her funk. Oneshot Chaelisa, sort of? XD blink and you miss for jensoo Story by Dreamofshadows 2026 Cover by Dreamofshadows 2026

In this world full of bad things, there will always be a good thing. In this world full of thief, there will always be a victim and sadly its you. You were finding your Mr. Right in this world full of Mr. Wrong. Where is your knight and shining armor in this hopeless world? where is your prince in your destroyed castle?

100 words to describe me, my battle, my emotion, and my life. I will be with you.

Thoughts, rants, poems anything with significance that comes to mind in the early hours of the morning. Have a read, you might relate.

(Mileven texting au) Riptide I was scared of dentists and the dark I was scared of pretty girls and starting conversations Oh, all my friends are turning green You're the magician's assistant in their dream Ah-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ahh-ah-ah And they come unstuck Lady, running down to the riptide Taken away to the dark side I wanna be your left hand man I love you when you're singing that song And I got a lump in my throat 'Cause you're gonna sing the words wrong - When Mike Wheeler accidentally texts Elaine Ives instead of his friend Lucas. Originally written by: MWTHEDEALERSMANAGER - Riptide

I'm weird...here's the reason

again, you bought the same thing at the same time every night dolan twins fanfic, for grayson --- ©dolanweed cover by: me :) :) (:

My book of my mind. Has my thoughts, rants, some art and poetry. Will also be used for announcements sometimes. I have my opinions in here, so if you can't stand it when someone else has a different opinion to yours, please see yourself out the door. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ tw: swearing, svic1d@l mentioned, and violence?? cover belongs to hoyoverse

Hi, this is just a collection of brain rot poetry? I'm not even sure it could be labelled as poetry, maybe short stories?

facts are bitter than rumours

What if.... Diavolo skipped time when Giorno was gonna pierce himself with the stand arrow to achieve requiem? A single time skips changes fate, Jotaro's location, and then everything spirals from here.... All characters introduced in this aren't mine, but the plot is. NO ROMANCE OR SHIPPING IS ALLOWED.And don't ship me with Giorno or Diavolo because I'm an ~unc~.And absolutely NO Giorno x Diavolo in my comments either because that's ewwww. Sidenote: I DID NOT draw this cover.

When Jesse, Hypemike, Grapnix and Morgan went to a trip to the forest to enjoy the summer time, things went wrong. Could the trio find Jesse or the unexpected visitors will? And who is the visitors, anyway? Read if you want to know the whole story.

Read the title. I have no other words.

Aesthetic succinct poems written at 3:00am when the whole world was drowsing in utopia universe~ How shattered someone can be, completely shattered yet you are too busy to notice. Or how shattered you are, into fragments of arts yet they are too busy to notice. Isn't it irony, the world we are living?

if im being honest, it probably needs edited again "You got any valuables down here?" "I'm gonna be honest with you. Only my ten dollar lottery ticket and my icecream. " §§§ When glass shatters at 3 a.m at Luella's small home, what will she do to stay alive? What if the thing that shattered the window isn't as scary as it seems?

It's 3 in the morning?