Chitchat Stories

My rant pov page: No basher allowed. Writting randomly and freely. Random chitchats. crazy.

𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐇 : "𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑡𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑟!" 𝐕𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀 : "𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑔!" ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ 𝐕𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚, who accidentally text an unknown number, mistaking it for her bestfriend's number. The unknown number turned out to be none other than the famous rising actor and superstar, 𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐧. Read further to know more. ------------------------------------------------------------------

How Kang Hyuk takes his revenge? Where is his Mom ?

Just a book where I can scream with my friend, plan ships, stories, talk about characters, etc etc etc (Yes, the cover is my cat stormy after he got nuetered. He was so high he could barely walk for like 6 hours)

"I guess I should tell you what's happening. So I made an Instagram, not gonna tell you what's in it, 'cause you should look for yourself if you're that curious."-Natsuki.

Chceli ste sa niekedy niečo spýtať svojej obľubenej/neobľúbenej postavy? Práve tu je na to priestor. Aký má názor? Čo si myslí? Čo by spravila inak? Ľutuje niečo? Môžete sa spýtať čokoľvek vás napadne. *** Zatiaľ bude táto "kniha" patriť k príbehu You belong to me ale v budúcnosti, ak sa zameriam aj na iné príbehy a samozrejme, keď bude záujem tak by som to rada zaradila aj k iným príbehom.

Some Lyrics that I came up with when I listened to numb

Chit chat with author-nim:)

this is nothing really just a book of random stuff i want to publish; ☽

This a short story is a dialogue only short story about three kids talking about archaeologist. It's one of my earliest writing, so it might not be that pretty.

Sélection d'histoire , de débat ,anime etc.. So Welcome.

This is a private chat book for me and my friend only.

A man woke up early morning, freshened up and visited different public toilets; he liked to talk to strangers irrespective of their interest in him. He just wished to empty his loneliness on people by paying for their ride to heaven. It was during that time when people had no option but to listen to him. Bound by nature's call and in desperation to relieve themselves, neither could they move out nor could they shout, but listen to him with patience for they feared it might lead them into an unusual place. He usually ended up paying everyone's amount as long as he stood there. He continued with his conversation when people moved ahead, he just continued, at times, he blabbered about his daily job, a job which he truly loved but was very unsatisfied for some unknown reason. He bitched about his boss - how she never showed up despite unlimited requests. People showed keen interest when he spoke about his love life, how he had fallen for a girl and saw her every day but didn't have the heart to ask her out. At times like these, he often stood quiet for some minutes, and just then someone would advise him on how to approach the girl or things that worked out for them. Some even went to the length of buying him a cup of tea and converse on how to take things ahead. When people heard him out and advised him, he almost felt like home and enjoyed the little moments of happiness he could gather to spend his long day in a box of an abandoned building which he had to guard.

This is not a story,guys. It's just simply something that I want to talk to you about. This is where I post my Notes for you all about my stories, my schedules, and things Authors like me should talk about. I will not post any notes on my stories. Only here.

All things Agere, whimsical, and cozy

Don't ask about the cover, okay?

me talking about random shit lmao HIGHEST RANKINGS: #282 in anything #114 in what #5 in babbling #19 in chitchat