Writerscommunity Stories

I offered my hand to you so we could dance the night so gracefully, and the moon pretended she didn't notice how we looked at each other.

A night in the hustle of a sex worker.

Title: Between Dreams and Dawn Genre: Psychological Fiction | Mystery | Drama | Faith Description: Adoma's life was perfect... until the night she whispered words that n...

Just unearthed short stories from my early twenties & Just an update for anyone following my writing. I'm currently editing the first installment of my story, Ambulate...

This is a collection of moments captured in silence, where the world unfolds before you through the eyes of a quiet observer. These poems are reflections of fleeting enc...

Love. Amore. Call it what You will. Whatever its name, once You feel it, You know. There is no denying it, hiding from it, or pretending it does not exist. Even if You a...

What is a person willing to do to achieve the things he or she wants? How far would that person go? Leena Klammer will go very far to achieve her goals. And that's what...

It wasn't about reaching somewhere. It was about meeting someone in between. Sometimes the most beautiful journeys aren't the ones that take us far they're the ones that...

Our lives are different, our experiences aren't. The poetry this book contains my experience of life captured by writing.

A poetic exploration of the eternal paradox that defines womanhood. This piece captures the inescapable yet endlessly enduring essence of love, memory, and contradiction...

As Sia started to walk ,Amor held her hand and said ...''Please don't do this to me ''.Sia replied to him saying ''I have no choice but,this is fate''.As amor tries hold...

Have you ever held onto false hope from someone you love and adore? They paint a beautiful future, only for the truth to unravel into a lie. I invite you to read my poet...

Ever stared at a blank page and wondered where to start? Or written a story only to feel like it's missing something? This book is your friendly guide through the messy...

I have no desire to metastasize my sad vibes but this is something very close to my heart 🧡

Poems here based on life stages and the memories we created, the different experiences life throws on us and the feel of every stage of life❤️

Just a collection of thoughts and feelings collected into a journal, mostly as a capsule for my own thoughts at the time, but of course available for your enjoyment. Hop...

This is just my poems (For all ages); I will be publishing them instantly. On Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays, I will be posting more. So, give me feedback that could he...

Because when you're alone and it's 3am and you're crying, who's going to be there for you? YOU, you gotta pick yourself up and find the strength to carry on.