Earlymorning dzieła

Today was cleaning day at the orphanage. While Hazel Turner has attic duty, her friend finds the box that's Hazel's. Hazel decides to open it up. What will she see? Read to find out!

I plan for this to be a safe place to write my ramblings and poetry. If you find this, that's cool, although Im sure nobody will.

This is a book of thoughts and things written by a gay at 1am. I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes.

True story. True thoughts. Trigger warnings: suicide, self-harm, abuse, & swearing, e.t.c.

Halloween is just another night for most people to yell trick or treat... but for others it's more than that it's how you seek revenge and find souls to replace as scary monster who hunts the night and take lives...

Jethro is having nightmares about Jen dying in his arms.

This story is made by my self imagination.Kinda horror and a bit funny🥲.....I'll post this story in episodes/chapters.....Hope ya'll like it🙂💜.....Thanku

writings of the astrokid

A romance fanfiction of Jassin. By: $hannon Hamilton

HOW I USED TO FEEL

Random stuff I write between 11pm and 5am. I write a lot of overly depressing, overly romantic poems when its late, but some of the stuff actually turns out to be pretty good. Hope ya like it!

am·a·teur /ˈamədər,ˈaməˌtər,ˈaməCHər/ adjective engaging or engaged in without payment; nonprofessional Yet another poetry/ random thoughts book for the internet to consume Don't be afraid to comment of course a lot of these might not make much sense

Sometimes you just need a little break.🍃

10:06

A poem, written at 2 in the morning.

The morning is a sacred time for many people. Is it for you? It is for me.

[short blog posts] grab a cup of coffee or tea and join me in this 30-day 5am challenge! let's keep each other accountable 🪻

I have been searching about something called "wattapad" as wake up eventually by 3.22am. started reading a book in this app and its inspired me to write something, as i like to write poems. The poem is about my feeling right now at 4.25am

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.

Simple poems ranging from all sorts of topics