Burning Stories

When sunshine-soft pre-med student Pure Vanilla Cookie gets paired with a mysterious, brooding art major named Shadow Milk Cookie, he expects awkward silences and maybe some weird smells. What he doesn't expect? Piercing-heavy, emotionally-constipated roommates who sketch him in secret and hide poetry in their laundry pile. Shadow didn't ask for a pastel cardigan-wearing, tea-obsessed roommate who literally radiates warmth-but he got one. And the worst part? He's kind of getting used to it. Maybe even... liking it. Between late-night tea rituals, clashing aesthetics, unspoken confessions, and accidental almost-kisses, they'll learn that opposites don't just attract-they combust. But with friends who gossip like it's an Olympic sport (looking at you, Mystic and Eternal), and emotional baggage the size of their dorm fridge, falling in love might be the easiest-or hardest-thing they do all year. A slow-burn, soft-chaos queer romance about growing close, falling apart, and finding your person where you least expect them.

Al1 knew what the world code was, it built every block around him, he had even seen it's green zero's and one's once, and only once. But he hadn't thought it could become ustable, not over a single broken block. He hadn't thought it was going to slowly kill everything around him. (This is a short story I'm writing since Ao3 is down, I wrote the first five chapters in a span of 24 hours)

As Bruno trying to made his visions more perfect to be in Alma's expectations, he saw something. It wasn't clear, the candle almost went out and became bright again, but the clear thing that Bruno only saw is a girl trying to made the Madrigals came back in one piece again. (Bruno's 35 here, and Sephora's 29)

One night is all it takes for you to fall head over heels in love with a boy. But one night might have broken you far beyond what you could have ever imagined. Inspired by unfinished (but amazing) Johnny Cade x reader Wattpad books. I really reccomend reading these books, they're simply adorable and amazing. (If you are the authors listed below, I do hope it is okay that I wrote this. If not, please DM me! I am willing to remove this story and keep it for myself, that's totally fine!) @onlyoneoutsider - ~Be My Peace~ @_N_D_J_ - Broken, But Never Alone DISCLAIMER : Credit to S.E. Hinton for her characters and the original story. :)

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This is a random collection of poetry I have written since 2007. I have poems ranging from serious to hilarious. I tried to space them all out so you don't get 3 depressing ones in a row or anything like that. I hope you enjoy. Please comment on your favorite poem(s) and let me know your thoughts on them! ***Disclaimer: This doesn't actually have to do with cows... or lard. I am sorry to disappoint***

Francis had vowed to protect the girl named Jeanne d'Ark. And that is what he would always do.

Alice May argent is Alison argent little sister she is 11 years old

A few short poems about depression and such.

Quinnstin Perry Hesting is a thirteen year old girl who lives in Mandan, North Dakota with her Mom, Dad, and her ten-year-old genius brother, Sora. Her life isn't the grandest in the world, but it definitely isn't the worst life to be living. Then again, things always happen without control no matter how much you want to hold onto that certainty in your life. With Que juggling her school work, trying to be at the same academic level as her brother, and worrying about her impending future, will she be able to handle the fire that's creeping towards her? ---- *There will be a common theme of trauma, death, and sadness mentioned throughout the book, so I do not recommend reading if you are uncomfortable reading such things. Stay safe < 3*

Stef Carlson is the popular, smart girl that is good at everything but one rainy day everything changes. A high school love story with a massive magical twist. My first ever story.

Life is hard but when your father has a hand in the lives of other living creatures it gets worse. She's stuck between two realms, only able to visit home every few weeks before having to return to the land of the humans. She follows all her orders but when one thing sticks out of place she is forced to work with the other creature. His path is bloody but it didn't start out that way. He turned into something that no one wanted to mess with. He turned into what she already was. Their paths collide and join into one. But at the end they have to say farewell as their path splits once again. ✎✎✎ ☞This story contains mentions of death, murder, blood, gore, and fowl language throughout.☜

All stories/poems are my own. They came from a dark place that nk o one knows. Im still there its not that bad. I've learn to deal, so no ones mad. My grandma says im fine, mom can't care. John aka my dad isn't here. At least not alot its just not fair. If you need to vent or get something off your chest don't be afraid to message me. Im not that bad. Everything is kept secret, I don't tell. But all I ask is don't ask me if I'm okay. I would like to not lie so please don't ask. And please don't be offended if I don't confined in you. My trust issues have become a huge issue. These do have triggering topics so please if you are easily triggered I suggests you don't read. Also my beginning poems I have to apologize for, when they were written I was in such a dark place so most of them are about self harm. Im not deleting them because even though im still in a dark place its not as bad and they keep me going and they're there for me to see the progress.

I freeze as I feel his warm hand caress my cheek, I shudder with pleasure. I crave his touch. I love the way he runs his hands through my hair, the way he makes me feel so much, with just a simple jester. "You don't know how beautiful you are" Derek whispers, his hot breath on the back of my neck. Wrapping me up in his strong arms he begins to kiss me. I can feel all of his emotions pouring through like a dam busting, all of them come flowing out. He's not being gentle like usual, tonight he is fierce with heavy passion. And I want more. I know we're pushing the boundaries. This is territory we've never quite reached before. But it feels right. I just want one night to have him hold me in his arms. We pull apart our faces inches away from each other. "I love you Annabelle" he whispers. "I love you too" I whisper back. Just when Annabelle thought her life couldn't get any worse, her mother decides to pack it all up and move to boring old Brushfield Montana. Though she soon sees this new life might not be so bad when she meets Derek. He's arrogant, cocky and relentless, but she can't deny the strong feelings that she begins to form for him. But soon Annabelle will learn love this passionate always comes with a price.

Leslie Hall lost her five-year old brother when she was fourteen in a tragic incident involving a certain neighbor, he-who-shall-not-be-named. She places the blame all on herself, but can't help from hating him. Her parents learn to despise her, knowing that their son's death was her fault, and she has no one there for her, except possibly her older brother. Still shaken from her traumatic experience, she puts all of her free time and pent up anger into her one passion, writing. Leslie is free from everyone when she writes, especially Cooper. Leslie is sucessful, and becomes the boss of the Chicago Inquirer. Cooper applies for a job there, and unfortunatley for Leslie, he meets all of the requirements for the ideal employee. He took her brother away, and now he is taking away her escape, too Does Leslie really hate the man from the incident, or should she be thanking him? Cooper, the cause of conflict, was Leslie's old crush when she was an underclassmen in high school. Do some of those feelings still remain? Cooper starts to develop feelings for the fiery woman he works with, which never leads to anything good. COVERS WELCOME. spg041@gmail.com

Fireflies. Beauty of nature. But have you seen one?

Things didn't fall apart the night i lost the two people in the world who meant the most to me. I hit rock-bottom long ago and i hit the ground running. What's the point of getting out when you're just going to fall back in again? The more i think about it, the more i wonder if my siblings are better off dead. They had no one. Aside from me, but let's face it, i may be clinically insane. They never have to grow up. Ten years old for all eternity. I was never going to be able to shield them from this world forever. +++ Tilley Kieran, in her seventeen years of existence, never had a chance to be a child. From the moment she could walk, her world had begun to spiral. Years of abuse, neglect and unwarranted responsibility begin to take their toll on a kid. The loss of her two younger siblings leaves Tilley with nothing to lose, and nothing left to fight for- a concept Tilley embraces whole-heartedly. Tilley has only one goal: to hurt those who have made her life a living hell. Her shattered heart can cut them all to pieces, given the opportunity. What better way is there to seek revenge than to burn all that has harmed her to the ground? In her mind, she is unstoppable. Nothing can intercept her fury. Not the cops riding hot on her tail. Not the boy chasing after her, oblivious to the hurricane that is Tilley's mind. She believes she's past help, and past love. She will shake the world if it's the last thing she does. After all, what's more dangerous than someone who has nothing left to lose?

We won't journey on forever. Someday, our dreams will cease to exist. But I believe that fantasy turns to reality- when we learn to submit- at our breaking point. We need to wake up. We can't live in fantasy

Going through a tough time or moreover a tough life is hard. You loose yourself trying to find someone who won't give a single damn about you or your feelings. You start to do self harm and try to kill yourself. It only gets worse. The only ok-ish part is that you might not be alone. Take it from someone who has anxiety disorder, depression, bulimia, borderline personality disorder etc. Yeah, etc. It's not gonna be easy. If you ever want someone to talk to you can message me on wattpad anytime. And I'll listen to whatever it is no matter how absurd because I know how it feels to be not heard. Keeping everything inside destroyed me and i don't want anyone else to hurt the way i did. So please if you're not okay just contact me It's okay if you hesitate to open up to a stranger but just know that i wont judge because I've been through some pretty bad times. And believe me trying to attempt suicide is not the answer. I tried and everything just got worse.