Aspiringauthor Stories

Mother may I go out to swim, Yes my darling daughter, Hang your clothes up neat and trim But don't go near the water.

Ben And Ben Series #13: Bibingka "Simbang Gabi na naman Tayo gising na, patulog pa lang ang buwan" Alas-tres ng Desyembre ang isa sa mga paboritong oras ni Zyg...

ARE YOU FALLING IN LOVE? original drabbles / short sto ries! I HAVE A FEELING YOU ARE!

This was one result of a bunch of semi-random inspiration the hit me at two in the morning a while back... I'm positive it is much better than those couple things I'd po...

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A bunch of short horror stories! All of these stories belong to me. I will write new stories when I can. :D

This will contain basic Information about my Novels and characters within them.. as well as Vague explanations of the plot If you are sensitive for certain topics I sugg...

A one shot story that tackles with the end of an abusive relationship.

We are designed for destruction and only the sense of the world. Despite our advances, we are only creating s ticking time bomb for ourself. This is the apocalypse.

A typical teenage girl minding her own business and focusing on school soon realizes things aren't so normal. Her world is flipped upside down as she sees that her life...

#101 in Poison #5 in AspiringAuthor A short story

The rider of the apocalypse facing day in and day out the most dangerous monsters from a pandemic long ago.

This will house a collection of different stories that I have had Ideas for and written them down over time -- months, some maybe years! I will continue posting any book...

#50 in daydreamer #7 in AspiringAuthor Poetry from within

Noor and Amora haven't been free their entire lives, but when the gem of Varg goes missing, they have a chance to forget their pasts and start new, but at what cost?

(See profile for part 2: days 201-365) I gave myself the challenge of writing something everyday for the entire year of 2016. Includes in depth scenes of nature and lo...

In y/n's quirky ville, something's stirs. What could it be?

I am Em, and I write. My fingers tapping against the keyboard are thunder and rain. The pencil scraping against the paper is the screech of a dragon. Sentences create s...