Amateurwriting Stories

Three different families all related somehow. (A/N: I suck at descriptions, trust me the story is way better.)

As the title says, this is a book of some of my amateur poetry and writing. Each chapter will either be a poem or a small, short story. Most of it's really bad so I hope you don't cringe if you read it.

My name is Zian Esper Catcher, and I might be one of the most pathetic men alive. I know it all might sound dumb but my downfall really did start with the man of my dreams leaving me. Though it wasn't quite leaving me, since he was never mine.

**-Cupid's Curse-** After Olive a young boy who prefers to spend his time alone leaves the house while his parents are out of town suddenly see's the world through a whole new view. His eye's seeing the opinions that others see about each other he realizes maybe being a loner was the best idea but soon see's something that leads him to... CW -Mental Health -Implied Bullying -Eating Disorders/Disorderly Eating -Fake Friends -Murder of Children/Young Teens

A bouquet of oneshots, by me, for the lovely reader who took their time to read this! Requests are gladly accepted, but be warned, I procrastinate a lot and I'm a very busy person, so they will take a long while. Slow updates! Like very slow

A short story written for my writing class, this is the unfinished version. more of a preview.

Infinity : The state or quality of being infinite. Infinite : Limitless or endless in space, extent, or size; impossible to measure or calculate.

"Another day." She muttered. I tried to believe her, but something about her tired eyes, and broken smile, killed any hope I could've felt.

Ivory. The rebellious sixteen year old girl who wanted nothing more than to be accepted as herself. The kids at her school looked down at her. Calling her names. Insulting her. "Ivory? Ha! What kind of name is that?" "Why are you so weird? Can't you talk about anything normal?" "Hey Poison Ivy! Sitting alone again I see." You see, Ivory wasn't considered normal. She was an author and a talented one at that. But she always wrote dark plots. Therefore people tended to avoid her. Being constantly bullied and ignored led her to wanting to disappear. She wished there was a way to go to a place where she could be herself without the judgmental stares placed on her. Places like in her stories. A place to be free. So how will she react when she finds a special ink pen at a pawn shop? Not a normal pen but a pen that can make her dreams a reality. A pen that can make her wishes come true. All she has to do is write.

Hello All! I'm a 27 year old girl and this is my first attempt at publishing something in Wattpad. This book includes all my random thoughts and abstract writing. Have to ever been in a battle with yourself? If you have then you will relate to my work. Well, at least I hope you do. My oy goal here is to reach out to people and spread positivity in their lives. Life isn't easy, and we all break at some point in life. Today one of the biggest issues we are dealing with is Mental Health. I suffer from Depression. Anxiety & Insomnia are kind of a package deal with Depression. So a lot of it will be my mental conversations. But I'm here and I'm still alive.. so that's the message I want to spread. I just want my readers to be able to relate to it and realise they are not alone, and that they are beautiful and strong and totally worth it. So give it a shot maybe? You never know what you might like! And above all be kind please. This is my first attempt after all

About a dude, another dude, and some skittles.

(this is a oneshot for a contest. its basically fanfiction. go read The Hoodie Girl instead. well go on!)

A book of thoughts gathered too late.

A book chalked full of stories from prompts stolen from anywhere they can be found. And most likely a couple nerdy references.

My name is azuka, A direct descent of the demon king. I've been raised properly to destroy the human kind and defeat anything that comes in my way of destroying their corrupted mind that ruins the lands. Those filthy humans have the nerve to ask some group of adventurers to come and defeat me, but I made sure to have a spy among the group that wish to vanquish me. I didn't expect the leader of the group to be so naive and good-hearted, but she was strong, very strong. I've trained myself and my army very hard to the point of near exhaustion to levels up to the point of defeat the group of so called heroes. I didn't know my obsession with the leader of the heroes would be my down fall. I wish there was a way to go back and change my game plan from the beginning.. Until I woke up a fews years later back to the point at the beginning of my life. Now I have a chance to change this life, and I've planned to start with getting the leader of the heroes on my side.. (I don't own pictures not media okay?)

A short story about all that goes wrong, all that could have gone right and what could have been. A story about melancholy, memories and getting in touch once again.

So this isn't a story. It's best described as the thoughts and inner workings of one of the most complex minds ive ever encountered. Mine

this book offers a collection of flash fictions about the unusual phobias and fears people have.