Earlymorning Stories

HOW I USED TO FEEL

The reminiscent of laying in bed with you

Just a place for ranting stories

A morning struggle

After Paris, after they get back together, they have a ritual: A kiss to say 'I'm home safe, I love you.'

Do you ever have hypothetical conversations in your head? Whether it's you talking to someone about something that you would never say in real life? Or just a conversation between two make believe characters?... Well, this is kinda like that. Each part is just a conversation, completely unrelated to each other. I wrote this in script form, because I didn't want each part to be a short story. How you see those characters is entirely up to you. What they look like, and their back story is up for interpretation. Please note that this is a work of fiction. Any similarities with the characters and or situations are coincidental. The characters views, opinions, and beliefs are their own, and do not reflect the views of the author. (There may be updates in the future.)

Heller! Okay so hi! This one is about friendship and hard times and how a lot of things go to absolute shit! But it all works out later! Kisses!

To be completely honest, it's just a load of randomly plucked words from the air, infused together with some punctuation and their job is to represent the bunch of emotion I, - a tired, caffeine filled, late night worker- threw together in hopes that I would touch a passionate soul trapped inside a body with a thought-provoking mind and rapidly beating heart. To all the readers, dedicated or not, there is a 'sequel', The Second Wave. Click my profile and have a peek, I think you're going to like it.

Poems. I wrote them. Enjoy!

This is a short story about a pleasant morning. A good start can affect the rest of your day; remember to start your day on a positive note. You don't need to live next to mountains or lakes to have a good start. It is something YOU create.

Ongoing collection of poems about my life as an empath. the good, okay, and mostly bad. Each poem includes a song that either helps convey my feelings from each story or is just a song I like I wanted to put with that poem. My poetry is a way for me to process and understand my trauma and feelings. I don't care if I'm "good" at it or not. I don't come here for advice on how to write better or anything like that. I come here to share what I'm going through and what I've gone through and maybe you'll relate to it in some way.

saw a tumblr au and really really liked it here it is: fire alarm went off at 3am and now the cute boy in the flat next door is standing next to me in his underwear

Lana and her Minions want to steal John Lennon's guitar. But what will happen when their plan fails? Read to find out.

These are some poems that I just make up, but I use my real life as a starting point of the beginning of each one(mostly). Some might be fiction or just scenario based. Hope all y'all like either WAY too complicated speech, or very detailed wording. Some may not be to your liking, some you may absolutely adore, either or I'd appreciate some feedback and thoughts! ^^ And thank you to those who decide to read this. (｡^‿^｡) **Credits to the owner(s) of the pic(s)!!**

Random stuff that I write between 11pm and 5am. This will probably contain a lot of poetry. Things can get really sad really fast or really romantic really fast. Yeah, that's it... :)

"twenty four hours of poetry." when i'm lost, this is where i go. i turn to poetry, when i'm alone. i can speak my mind, without being too cautious. my heart can rest in peace, when i confide in writing. thoughts hand in hand, my perspective every hour. changing like the seasons, my feelings and emotions. everything is measured, whether it is a test or a race. make full use of your time, because it's precious. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ read this backwards. if you will. but careful dear. every hour counts.

Two 17‑year‑olds. Virgin emotions. Early morning cycling ritual. A bond that feels like love to him, maybe friendship to her. The story is about the beauty of routine, the fragility of assumption, and the crushing weight of one‑sided affection.

Heartbreak is not singular as we cannot simply box it into one mere type. This piece of poetry is a part of my soul that I am choosing to bear to those who know all too well what darkness is and cannot recognize the sun. I write this as someone who has experienced loss after loss, heartbreak after heartbreak, and bruise after bruise. Our scars are there and they powerfully hold or stories. Dedicated to: the heartbroken, the lonely, the lost.

zoro and sanji share an early morning together. "I want a cigarette some kind of bad." The blonde mumbled, pushing himself up a little to kiss his way to Zoro's lips. The swordsman smirked. "Kiss me instead. I think I can make you forget your little addiction for a while."

5:07am i've woken up and i can't get to sleep cus all i can think about is walking towards you tilting your head up and kissing you // - // Short snippets of early morning daydreams and ideas that have come to everyone's mimd at least once in our lives. Unless stated otherwise; All Quotes are mine. Feel free to create aesthetics and whatnot outta em.