Creative-writing Stories

ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ :- ɪɴᴋ & ᴇᴄʟɪᴘꜱᴇ... ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ:- ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ... ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋʏ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ʜᴇ... ɪɴᴋ & ᴇᴄʟɪᴘꜱᴇ ɪꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀ 21-ʏᴇᴀʀ-ᴏʟᴅ ʙᴏʏ ꜱɪᴛꜱ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀ ʙᴜʀɴᴛ-ᴏᴜᴛ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴇᴛʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ʜᴏɴᴇꜱᴛ. ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴘᴏᴇᴍꜱ... ᴡᴇʟʟ... ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʀᴇ... ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴏꜱᴛʟʏ... ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ... ʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴏᴡɴ... ɪɴ ɪɴᴋ... ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴄʟɪᴘꜱᴇ... ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ...

A compilation of the things I've written.

Transcripts of every short story and poem that I wrote and read on my "Melody's Ambient Sleep" Series 3 podcast. Each episode contains 25 minutes of beautifully ambient sounds, soothing music and a story or poem, read to you in my quiet and calming voice. All crafted to help you slow down and drift off to sleep. I release a new episode every few days. I hope you enjoy either listening or reading the transcripts in this book. 🎧 To find all my Podcasts, such as 'Melody's Ambience Meditation', just search for 'Melody's Ambience' in your favourite app. 💌 You can get in touch with me @melodysambience on Facebook and Instagram or email melodys.ambience@gmail.com Melody❤️

Textiles is a collection of the tangible--threads you can hold and turn in your hand. It explores gothic betrayal, dignity, history, and the ache found within uncovering truths. These objects carry beauty, but within their hidden seams lies the heart of this series.

This book is a collection of all the awards I've received on Wattpad, gathered in one place. Each chapter represents a different moment, a story that was seen, appreciated, and supported. It's my way of keeping track of the journey, the growth and the small wins that mean a lot to me. Thank you to everyone who read, voted, and believed in my work. This space is for those moments.

A powerful, rhythmic goodbye to the digital ghost who took up too much space in your head.

Hell is loud. Not metaphorically loud. Screaming-loud, neon-loud, engine-backfire-loud. Every vice amplified, every regret echoing off red brick and broken halos. For most sinners, the noise is outside. For (y/n), it's inside. Before death, (y/n) had been a radio archivist and investigative audio journalist, obsessed with lost broadcasts and urban legends that only existed at odd AM frequencies. Their last pursuit was "The Smiling Frequency," a mysterious signal hijacking stations for exactly 66 seconds, always ending with a warm male voice laughing softly: "Stay tuned." The chase consumed them. They tracked it across decades, tracing coordinates that shouldn't exist, discovering recordings that whispered back. One night, alone in their studio, they finally isolated the signal. And, when they asked "Who are you?" the broadcast answered. The studio burned before sunrise. Now, (y/n) wakes in Hell with smoke on their tongue, expecting demons and deals. They do not expect a familiar voice drifting from the hotel lobby radio: "Well now! You took your time." This story follows (y/n) as they navigate Hell, unravel why the Radio Demon seems to know them, and uncover the mystery behind the signal that didn't just call-they were listening back. Because the last time (y/n) tuned in... they weren't just hearing. They were answering. Note: Yes, the cover is AI generated, the website said that it would mean more people would read this. I honestly think it looks meh, but whatever. Sorry for breaking the fourth wall! :D

Not every wound bleeds. Some of them wake up with you every morning. Blooming Through the Ache is a collection of poems for those who learned how to survive before they ever learned how to live. These verses sit in the heaviness of ordinary days-the exhaustion that lingers after sleep, the dreams postponed by responsibility, the quiet ache of feeling detached from your own life. This book is not about healing overnight. It is about waking up anyway. About carrying pain without being consumed by it. About growing in places where light rarely reaches. Written for anyone who feels worn down, unseen, or stuck in a life that doesn't quite feel like theirs, these poems offer companionship rather than answers. A reminder that even in the deepest ache, something within you is still breathing, still resisting, still becoming. This is for the tired hearts. The silent fighters. The ones who blooms, even when it hurt.

A short poem about perception, poverty, and the moment life turns upside down. Every morning, the performance begins. A street corner becomes a stage. Cardboard signs become scripts. Tin buckets fill with coins and folded bills as passersby glance away. Under the faded lights of a traveling carnival, two performers sit quietly - a guitar player and a painted clown - collecting sympathy from the crowd. Their sign reads: "Visions of Cheeseburgers." To most people, it's just another scene of poverty. Just another group of strangers asking for change. But what happens when the distance between observer and performer disappears? What happens when the coin flips... And you wake up on the other side of the sidewalk? A Turn of Event is a haunting short poem about poverty, perception, and the fragile line between spectator and survivor. Sometimes the show isn't entertainment. Sometimes it's a warning.

Poetry is the easiest way of expression for some like me, not only experiences but feelings. This book is a set of poems about feelings, experiences and thoughs that linger in my mind day and night. There's letters too that will never reach the eyes of those who they're intended for, though some are just based on emotion. I write because I hope that someone comes across this and thinks "hey this is relatable". Some may resonate with experiences that awaken sacred fragments of memories, or some may just deeply impact. I write because that's the easiest way I can express any feelings. I write for fun, for love and for awareness on certain topics. All poems and letters are original by me :) Most aren't aimed at anyone specific, but just product of my imagination.

i write some stuff poems yay just about my head

Destiney fresh in college, learning to be the therapist she always dreamed to be, but one day after taking her best friend Noami home. Destiney accidentally learns her family's secret. Learning how her magic works and the true history of her family she must choose between that therapist or learn the magic and stop evil from taking over this world (This is like a series)

Have you ever felt an invisible thread linking you to other people, moments, or words? 🧭✨ Soul-Linked is an anthology of stories and reflections born from curiosity and the search for meaning. Here, every story serves as a compass for those who feel like travelers lost in time and space, just like me, seeking to reconnect with the essential. This digital book is an extension of my Substack community, where we dive deeper into those bonds with exclusive content and private sections you won't find anywhere else. 📖 Read, reconnect, and if you enjoy the journey, subscribe for more at: andresricvot.substack.com This is a space for free connection.

Every morning, Papanti wakes to smoke, brew coffee, and feed a hungry dragon-calf. Between fog, dreams, and absurd conversations, the line between reality and story grows dangerously thin. ☕ A daily, poetic slice-of-life fantasy - whimsical, warm, and quietly strange. -After finally cobbling together a couple of half-baked, supposedly eco-friendly solutions-still in need of plenty of testing before they could truly earn that label-the group reconvenes at base camp to plan their next decisive "strike."-

Grace Schnell has been wrongfully kept in a padded cell inside the Region IV Mental Institution for the last five years. One day, she decides that it's time for her to escape. She befriends a semi-truck driver, and with his help, she brings to light the human experimentation that has been happening inside of the darkened halls of the R4MI.

Poems and short stories 🤷‍♀️ enjoy

There is a specific kind of silence that settles just after midnight-a quiet so deep it begins to hum. This is where the stories live. Whispering Voids is a curated gallery of moments, memories, and "what-ifs." It is a home for the stories that refused to stay in the back of my mind and the free-writes that captured a feeling before it could slip away. From the ethereal to the grounded, these chapter-long journeys don't offer neat bows or final goodbyes. Instead, they leave you standing at the edge of the void, wondering what happens next. Step into the deep green. Stay as long as you like. Some stories aren't meant to end; they're just meant to be felt.

This isn't just poetry. It's a teenager's diary-filled with her thoughts, heartbreaks, crushes, love, late-night poems, self-love reminders, realizations, sadness, and moments of growth. If you've ever felt alone in a room-or even in a home-full of people, then maybe this is the right book for you. "Just a Teen's Diary" is a collection of poems written and crafted entirely by me. Every word, every verse, is a reflection of my own thoughts, emotions, and experiences. This collection touches on sensitive topics, including self-harm, and delves deep into my personal struggles. Please respect the effort, creativity, and vulnerability that has gone into these poems. Kindly refrain from copying or reproducing the work in any form.

A one-shot story collaboration with @vskalsi Cover credits: @vskalsi

My poetry begins with three words. I often ask people to give me three random words, simple ones, strange ones, words that normally would never belong together. From those small beginnings, I build entire worlds. Each poem is an act of imagination. The words become seeds, and the poem grows around them. Sometimes the result is quiet and reflective, sometimes surreal or playful, sometimes deeply emotional. The challenge is not just to use the words, but to let them guide the direction of the story, the feeling, and the atmosphere of the poem. I like the idea that something meaningful can grow from almost nothing. Three small words can open a forest, a memory, a dream, or a moment of connection. In this collection, every poem begins the same way: with three words offered by someone else, and an imagination that refuses to leave them small.