Discriptive Stories

History has always belonged to those who remained to write it. It remembers heroes and villains, victories and betrayals, but rarely everything that came before. The choices no one noticed. The mistakes no one understood. The moments that changed everything long before anyone realised the story had already begun. Because sometimes the truth is not hidden. Sometimes it is simply forgotten. The stories remembered the prince. They remembered the chosen girl of light. They remembered the villainess who was destined to fall. They never knew what was left unwritten. Beyond the capital lay forgotten kingdoms, ancient forests untouched for centuries, creatures lost to time, and a world far greater than any story could contain. A world where magic can create wonders or leave scars, where monsters gather for reasons no one understands, and every answer only reveals how many questions were never asked. Some endings were never written. Some stories refuse to stay the way they were told. Content Note: A slow-burn reincarnation/transmigration fantasy that focuses on the journey rather than rushing to the destination. Come for the plot, stay for the banter, chaos, and all the little moments that make the adventure worth it. Content & Trigger Warnings While this story contains plenty of humour, banter, and lighthearted moments, it also explores darker themes and may be distressing for some readers. This story includes: • Strong language • Fantasy violence and magical combat • Blood and graphic injuries • Death and grief • Child abandonment, neglect, and references to abuse • Starvation, poverty, and homelessness (including abandoned children) • War, corruption, and human suffering Reader discretion is advised. ⭐ Vote if you're enjoying it! 💬 I'd love to hear your thoughts! 📖 Share with a fellow book lover! ❤️

WIP/PREVIEW In the end of sophomore year, Meira Wynters, a freshly 16 year old girl, is caught involuntarily in the middle of a murder--or at least, that's what she thinks she saw. The memory is fragmented, the only clear image she could fathom being a man's face illuminated in the darkness. The face of the killer. Determined to move on, she convinces herself it was a hallucination. Meira buries the memory deep, naming it a cruel trick by her mind. Months pass, and she thinks nothing of the incident. Life is normal, and junior year is about to start. That was until Ryker Valentine walks into the classroom on the first day of school. This charming, intelligent man captivates everyone with a blink of an eye. he was almost too composed. there's no way a guy like that could kill someone...right? Meira's mind returned to that night. The bridge, the blood, the terror. The recollection is all too familiar, and who stood before that body was none other than Ryker. That face of his was too difficult to forget. Of course, it was him. At first, doubts are set in her mind. He doesn't even care to look her way. If he was the murderer, surely he would have recognized a witness--unless he didn't realize he left one. Maybe it wasn't him, and just someone similar. A coincidence, one could say. But the more she sees him, the harder it is to deny it. When their lives begin to intertwine, Meira finds herself in a dance of fear and fascination.

Hello everybody! (COMPLETED) So, this is my first time writing a story on Wattpad, so I'm very sorry if it's not great! I am still improving! OK, so basically, this short-story mainly evolves around Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love, and is a sort of psychological-thriller, in a way. But don't worry! It has a happy ending; I prefer it that way! OK, I hope you enjoy! P.S. I put a LOT of effort into it!

Exactly what it sounds like

Okay. Just to make these clear and for copyright reasons, I own the cover. Just some drawings that I created along with small side stories.

Vignette / descriptive story. Of a slow night routine living alone.

LACY'S BATTLES OF FRUSTRATION™ LACY'S FUR STRIKE UNDEAD FUR B.C.A.R tries to hide or corrupt audio logs and other important documents, but luckily someone has obtained and restored some of them, the boss of the facility thinks he's gotten away with his immoral actions

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This is a collection of Descriptive and Narrative Writing Prompts. Please let me know your opinions and Happy Reading!

DRIFTED BOND Is a short story of growing up from your childhood and realizing that your closest people will also change.

This poem is about growing up from your childhood and realizing of how much you missed everything from your childhood.

rottmtn meet the avengers. what could go wrong?

A fanfic Tolkien-esque writing based on Dark Souls! \_(;-;)_/ Praise the sun! Enjoy!

This short story follows the physical and mental trajectory of an investigative reporter, John Robinson. To the reader, he aims to portray his emotional state of mind through a tragic event that has occurred in his life, and his cognitive process as he pushes forth on a new investigative piece.

Idk so far this is a sad rewrite of the beach divorce, and a version of the beach divorce where Erik never kills Shaw - a happy alternative. And Cherik deserved a happy ending None of the characters belong to me, they belong to marvel, anyway Enjoy :)

Just a book with my oc's 🤷🏾‍♀️

When ever I enter Challenges or Competition's I'll publish them in this = )

Mature re-write of "Her Sister, Her Shadow" Read the first post under /ˈrɛv.ə.rəns/ for an introduction. Birdies remember.

Based on a true story Dedicated to Emily- without you, this story wouldn't have been made possible. Summary When Lainey and her family travel to Florida for a much needed summer vacation, she is suddenly confronted with a hurricane- but not the type you think. No, this hurricane sweeps into her life in the form of chestnut hair and chocolate brown eyes. This is a hurricane that wreaks havoc on her heart, yet draws her into the eye of the storm. Still recovering from the devastating breakup and betrayal of her ex, will Lainey embrace the storm and invite the tides of romance back into her life? © Moonlighttides 2019

Short narrative of my experience at a concert