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𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒗𝒊𝒃𝒆𝒔? Editing Everything jisme 𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒒 hai ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆࣪ ִֶָ☾. 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒒 𝑬𝒅𝒊𝒛𝒛 - 𝑨 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆. 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦! Covers • POV Banners • Book promotions • Reel edits • Character Aesthetics • Author intro banners. 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲! જ⁀➴ ♡ Free Orders are Open. Portfolio & order book available ↓ Helping authors grow their own vibe 𝜗ৎ ～⁠ Ishq edizz ♡

|THIS IS A TRUE STORY · SHORTYS 2026| Victoria Christie is on her way to Maine to visit her parents and escape the looming psychology exam. Still, when she unexpectedly stumbles into American Horror Story The Second, she must learn to give up or stand up for herself. *** All Victoria Christie wanted was a smooth flight to Bangor and five fun days with her parents, escaping a psychology exam and finding out if she's on the spectrum (not to mention her crappy Math skills and self-confidence, too). However, as soon as she's on that 8:20 flight to Charlotte, her problems begin piling up one by one. Now Victoria must find a way to escape American Horror Story The Second before it devours her and sends her ashes to Maine, where she will never have the chance to learn true self-confidence. As Victoria works through her anxiety and uncertainty, she'll learn that beneath her flaws, she may have one skill that could get her to Maine. Now she must figure out the best time to use it before she's stuck in Charlotte forever. *** *This is a true story that touches on neurodiversity, something I'm working through now as a newly diagnosed adult, so please be respectful.* *Moral: "Stand up for yourself."*

Alam mo ba kung ano pinakamatinding problema na pwedeng maencounter ng isang mag-aaral? Para sa akin, hindi isang daang item na quiz, or makatulog sa klase ni ma'am or sir... Well, subukan mong pumasok nang magkaiba ang sapatos-isang sa'yo, at isa sa kapatid mo! In this short story, samahan nyo akong pagpawisan kung paano ko haharapin ang isang hamong kalkulahin ang bawat galaw at posisyon ng mga tao sa paligid ko. Sa gitna ng seryosong flag ceremony at mahigpit na ROTC inspection, isang malaking palaisipan ang kailangan kong lutasin: 1) Paano ko ipapantay sa mandatory 30-degree position ang dalawang sapatos na magkaiba ang laki at hugis? 2) Susundin ko ba ang dulo ng sapatos, o ang hinlalaki? 🏫🏬📌 Sa huli, samahan ang ating bida sa isang nakatutuwa at nakatatarantang "survival mission" laban sa matatalim na mata ng mga guro, ang yuyukong squad kapag prayer time, at ang kaibigang halos maihi na sa kakatawa. Isang kwento ng kapalpakan, pagtitiis, at ng 'di matatagpuang suwerte sa sapatos na tiyak na magpapahalakhak sa iyo! This story is originally written by Jasmin Cabaldo✨ Enjoy reading po and don't forget to comment. 💚😅

one shot stories ive created based off of random prompts I see relating to the people of Belladia. Majority of these chapters are based off the characters Eudaris and Kael. Eudaris Belmont is the prince and expected heir of the Belladia Realm. He's born to king of the realm, Cyprus, and the goddess Memphis. Eudaris has been through hell and back and has been fighting since he was merely ten years old trying to stay alive and prove he is nothing like his mother. The only people that help him with that battle are his closest friends Barrett and Alistar and perhaps a future lover? Kael Thorne is a character made from one of my bestest friends. His character is a man from solace. Training to be a soldier, losing loved ones, and joining the pact to prove hes worthy. Kael has worked for ages to get to the position he has now, War General. He does have one particular issue that seems to appear daily, since when could men be so damn pretty? And why does his heart pound and his body go numb when he sees the prince? This "book" are stories mainly consisted of Kael and Eudaris. Occasional stories that involve Eudaris and his siblings and some even his friends. [A/N] I do have some stories that Ive considered "Crack fics" that will get their own "books", trust.

my name is basha. i am a pembroke welsh corgi and i live with the author. this is my honest account of that experience. i have opinions about bread, the aircon temperature, delivery packages, and a fictional korean man named eun woo who has never once given me anything but somehow lives here anyway. i also have opinions about writing, late nights, deleted chapters, and what it means to love someone who is always somewhere else in their head. these are my notes. updated whenever something important happens, which is often, because i am very alert. - basha

I started reading poetry in school, and I kinda fell in love with the art. So I started writing my own and I thought, why don't I share it. So here it is.

Greenhouse Notes: Kinda crazy, but full of wonder Greenhouse Notes is not a book about having all the answers. It is a record of what happens when you stop demanding them. It began with simple questions-why, where, when, and how-and somehow those questions kept growing. Into gardens. Kitchens. Forests. Relationships. Grief. Joy. Work. Identity. The strange little moments that seem insignificant until you look at them long enough and realize they were telling you something. This is a collection of essays about learning to see. Not just what is happening, but what might be happening underneath it. Not just what something means, but what else it could mean. Not just the feeling itself, but what the feeling is trying to reveal before we rush to explain it away. Like a greenhouse, these pages hold a little bit of everything: things being cultivated, things being neglected, things outgrowing their containers, things that refuse to bloom on schedule, and things that somehow survive despite us. There are no neat formulas here. No five-step systems for becoming your best self. No promise that if you simply understand enough, life will finally make sense. There is only the invitation to look closer. Because sometimes the most ordinary thing becomes strange when you really notice it. A seed can make you think about patience. A meal can make you think about memory. A relationship can reveal the parts of yourself you hadn't met yet. A forest can make you reconsider what you thought you knew about being alive. And sometimes a question doesn't lead to an answer at all. Sometimes it leads to another question. And another. Sometimes they chain and create their own multiverse. And, somehow, that turns out to be the point. This is not certainty. It is curiosity in motion. A little chaotic. A little tender. Occasionally ridiculous. And, hopefully, full of wonder.

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You become neither here nor there. This is your funeral where you haven't quite died, but in reality, you are lost forever." I left the vibrant, chaotic warmth of Pukhtunkhwa, my heavenly province for a single purpose: to become a student in the far northern reaches of Finland, a heaven of white trees, or, frankly speaking, to help my family come out of poverty. But the Arctic silence is not just cold , it is consuming. As I step off the plane into a world of endless forests and frozen lakes, I am instantly faced with the agonising solitude of the wayfarer: a life where old bonds dissolve, and a profound sense of alienation takes hold. This is my unfiltered journey, a young man who must navigate gruelling interrogations, the kindness of strangers, and the deep, personal anxiety of giving up everything for an uncertain future. It is a story of fierce emotional endurance set against the backdrop of the ethereal Northern Lights and the tranquil town of Lappeenranta. In the stillness of the first snow, I am forced to find life's truest wisdom - not in logic, philosophy, or tradition, but in the lessons whispered by the great forests. I went looking for an education, but I discovered the only thing that could save me: The Music of the Trees. Welcome everyone to my journey.

A collection of short stories I have written in my 'Creative Writing and Publishing' class.

County fairs have an uncanny way of making one introspective.

"Some loves don't end because they stop loving each other. They end because the world won't let them love in peace."

Little stories I write usually for descriptive and other forms of creative writing exercises.

Legit random

Quick poem that involved using the word door and what is behind or ahead of this door

A love story between 21 year old Fiona Kemp and Duran Duran's bassist: John Taylor.

In the scorching heart of the Arabian Desert, a tale unfolds that unravels the mysteries of a forgotten city. Amidst the relentless sun and endless dunes, a journey is embarked upon, guided by a weathered Bedouin named Ahmed. This creative non-fiction narrative delves into the secrets hidden beneath the seemingly lifeless sands and explores the echoes of a lost civilization. With vivid descriptions of the desert landscape and an evocative atmosphere, readers are transported into a world where past and present intertwine.

2nd person flash fiction vignette -- CW: suicidal ideation, self harm