Capable Stories

-------------------- I was taken from my homeland as a child, then thrown into a life that I did not want. Somehow I found myself amongst the machines and war. Now I am...

***EDITING*** I'm bad at coming up with words, and even worse at saying them aloud. I guess I can't come up with anything to say because there's nothing to tell... Not a...

What if Furiosa had a younger sister? What if that said sister rode alone with her on the War Rig? Jordan is a short girl maybe 5'0", roughly in her mid 20's...

She's turning 18 when she learned that she's going to marry the youngest son of Montefalco's. She haven't hear anything about that guy. Aside of their 7 years age gap.

| Part 2 of The War Girl | It's a dog eat dog world, some would say. As soon as one lets their guard down for more than a moment, snap! Their throat has been ripped out...

I wander this wasteland, full of heart but with no soul to be found. They have stolen from me, I'll just have to steal back what I had. And what I deserve.

(Bad to the bone sequel) I demanded respect, I got it. I demanded freedom, I got it. But now someone is threatening to take that all away from me. I will protect what b...

You inspire me to be better

During the phase of self-discovery, we get lost in so many thoughts. The road gets blurred and we lose sight. You are your only escape. Save yourself.

Pain hurts and it also takes control of the inner soul. When love has vanished and your mind has given up. The strength of you disappears, so what is there left when all...

This novel follows Amelia Amber, a bright and ambitious young woman who lands a prestigious position at a top corporate law firm in a bustling city. As she navigates the...

this is gonna be all about me! so enjoy.

Another one of my short stories! enjoy!

Poem about being anti-social

After an extensive renovations the new manager-Noah Peter and his assistant- Isabella lodge, both strive to keep and continue the hotel's tradition for excellence.

In the stillness of a cold December night at 2:00 AM, Alex sits alone on a bench, enveloped by the quiet snowfall and the distant glow of a streetlamp. This is no ordina...