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Dear reader, Dude, I need your help. I have attached some letters to the back of this paper. Short stories too!!! I'm on the way to my execution. I think I was shoplifting, or maybe I killed a few people. I don't know. But does it really matter? I may or may not have had too many beers. Not a big deal. But anyway, I'm in my cell, just having my last cup of tea, writing to you. Why you? That is a good question, my dear reader. I honestly don't know. I think they put something in my tea. I should stop drinking it. *takes a sip and clears throat* Anyway, these are just some short (or long, I don't know) letters I wrote in my free time. Which I have alot of. You know, since I'm always in a jail cell and everything. Honestly, you never know what might go into this. No, really. Lately I've been thinking about writing a murder story. (I wonder where that idea came from...) I mean you never know. I don't have a specific time or anything that I'm going to promise to send to you, just whenever I feel like writing something or someone gives me an idea that could be a good story. Anything can go down in here, so imma need you to sign the first paper attached to the letter. Do it and I will give you a cinnamon roll. Wait, no! That's the last one I will ever eat!!! You know what? Take it. I don't like them anyway. *lies* Shut it. Moving on. These are your requirements. ~ Sign the paper. I SAID SIGN THE DAMN PAPER!!!!! ~ Read at least one of my stories and tell me how you feel about it. I don't care, just some feed back. What I have to do better, how awesome I am, whatever. ~ Give me a ride to the insane asylum. No, I have to visit a friend. *lies* Shut it. So now I you permit I on to carry on. Your truly, Legend Sane P.S. My executioner said that the only food to make a person cry is a onion, so I threw a coconut at his face. Ha, your welcome.

Still in writing still working in the cover

Through surges of paranoia, Henry Senth spent his time awaiting his letters, needing them to tell him what to do, how to act and how to feel. The first one was weird, but then they started to get too specific for his liking... But now it's too late for him to back out.

Contains lyrics of Taylor's every song in her album "Midnights". 2022 © Taylor Swift

This is where I'll post my updates on stuff like when I'll be adding more or general updates!

A hard year, starts now. One entry per week. Names are changed, but other than that it's pretty much acurate. People often say that fiction is just the byproduct of daily life, beefed up and mashed together, like a literary stew. I hope this one is entertaining.

Hi, I'm iddhi - but in this space, I'm just a girl who writes what she couldn't say out loud. I write about heartbreak, soft love, messy boys, best friends, betrayal, and healing in silence. Some of these stories are mine. Some are what I wish I'd said. Some are fiction - but all of them feel real. I believe in writing with emotion, crying in private, and falling in love with fictional people who make you forget your ex. 💌 welcome to my universe - the iddhiverse. 📝 Genre: poetic heartbreak, slow-burn romance, soft girl diaries 📍 Vibe: emotional, sometimes chaotic, always real 🎀 Status: still healing. still writing

↳ ❝ [ℬ𝒩ℋ𝒜 𝓍 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇] ❞ Nowadays, people usually use their devices to send messages and share other things. However, if you don't want to have the receiver to see your messages, you'd do something different. Y/N has written on paper. Something many would probably think is too 'old-fashion' or 'out-dated'. Just plain out boring. L/N Y/N loved the idea to write down her thoughts. It kept her life private and it felt the same as opening up to someone... at least for Y/N. She didn't want anyone to find the letters but things don't always go as she wants. Even if she's gone.

loved, ae.

I am a blank sheet, surrounded by people, but yet, completely alone.

Dear Reader, I write this for you, to remember me; for me, cause if I never get to meet you, to kiss your lips or at least to touch your hand, I want to remember you when I get old; and for us, cause I have hope that one day, it doesn't matter how much time it will take, this book will reach your hands and you'll remember what you've forgotten . I won't tell your name cause it's too pure and beautiful to be written by my dirty hands and fingers and I'm afraid that of a matter of a pen and a paper, the moment in which your beautiful voice said your beautiful name in my head for the first time, will be forgotten.

(Y/n) is the light of everyone's lives except for her own. She doesn't want to put this on someone who thinks she's just the ray of sunshine she puts on herself everyday, so she gets a diary. She puts all of her thoughts, good or bad, in that diary. It's her little secret happy place. That book is her life and she wants to keep it to herself. She wouldn't know what to do if someone found it... she couldn't handle it. She wants to stay the happy (y/n) for everyone and keep her true self locked away in that diary. True (y/n) will never come out and never be seen... right? Warnings⚠️: suicide and self deprecating talk. If you are sensitive to sad topics I wouldn't really recommend reading this story. All characters except for (y/n) and the plot belong to Kohei Horikoshi.

A "book" on my thoughts about the world I'm living through and how I portray and deal with it. It's not that intriguing, but I wouldn't feel bad if you were to just pass this.

A collection of stuff I wrote about love and other things. Happy reading!! much love, Amarynthe L.

There's a lot more to life than what people lead on. This is my story. Come along for the journey. trigger warning: contains mentions of suicide and suicidal thoughts. Do not read if you are sensitive to that content.