histórias de 5senses

Just a compilation of poems that have touched me and made me fantasize what life could've been would've been and may already be

A short prose "poem" about how I experience all 5 senses while I write.

Naomi didn't expect for any of this to happen. No one does. She seems to still have it all, but inside her, her heart has been ripped into pieces, and frozen back together. She is not who she was, and thinks she will never be the same Naomi as before. Will her journey to avenge her parents prove her wrong?

(Originally titled "Long Live The Queen," this is book one in the Mo Canter Trilogy) Imagine a land filled with laughter. Rainbows rise from the sky in bright streaks of color, filling the air with joy and hope. Now imagine a desert plain. Void of life, it sits alone in the world, gray and empty. Guess which world I live in. Whatever you're thinking; it's wrong.

This isn't specifically a story, more like a compilation of my daily thoughts and little stories and feelings that float in my head (hence why it is called In the Clouds) but i really hope you do take the time to look at them. It would mean alot to me. This is mainly for me to really get over my depression and make time for myself because i have forgotten to do that for myself for the past 2-3 years. So enjoy!

In a world where all of our knowledge comes from our 5 senses, how can we tell between whats real and whats a deception of our minds?

This story when writing was mostly focused on the 5 senses. [Sight, Smell, Hear, Taste, Touch] Hope you enjoy :) {And yeah.. No name were mentioned]

One, a colorblind, and deaf girl, has to leave Isolation and travel through the city she once new with her new friend Daniel, a young boy with no sense of feeling or taste, in order to find the secret to regaining her senses.

He looked like an a n g e l Smelled like c i g a r e t t e s Sounded like a m e l o d y Felt like v e l v et And tasted f o r b i d d e n

Watching the sunset.

Just a sweet story about two people in love. Please enjoy.

Comic Con? Unless you've been to one before, this short story gives you a sneak peak of some of the amazing things you might find there! NOTE: This is not a guide book, its something I originaly wrote for a decriptive writing piece in an English assessment at school (which was many, many years ago).

My special place is my sweet home in India, where I hold memories since childhood and seek new chapters that life holds.

I write chapters using the 5 senses. These chapters do not relate to any story, but you may copy and paste my chapters to use for your books. FOR ANYONE WHOS EVER HAD WRITERS BLOCK. (Also, this is NOT a non-fiction. This has no genre, but I had to select one.

Hellooo readers! This is Tamarin Williams back with a little spoken word I wrote. It's been FOREVER since I've been on wattpad but I'm feeling inspired. This poem I wrote came from my heart. It's about me and a future partner and what I wish to share with them. please enjoy.

***This story contains allusions to suicide.*** When someone leaves this world, sometimes the only way to escape the memories is to leave too. A 400-word short story/3 minute read

She looked like a p e r f e c t i m p e r f e c t i o n Smelled like v a n i l l a Sang like an a n g e l Felt like s i l k And tasted i n t o x i c a t i n g

Coimetrophobia. Google says that it's a fear of cemeteries. Well, I say that it's a fear of not only cemeteries but also the memories that it holds. But then most people actually fear the reason why they're there- people like me. The pain. The loss. The cold. The shadows. Everyone's afraid of something. For me, it just happens to be this...