Eclectic cerita

A collection of poems I wrote. They're kind of all over the place, no theme connects them all (at least not intentionally). Some are serious, some aren't. Hope you enjoy.

Poems that I wrote, and am merely compiling here for my convenience, and your viewing pleasure. *TRIGGER WARNING* the 7th poem deals with sch**l sh**tings/gun violence.

Poems written over the course of years and collected together from various notebooks, binders, file-folders, hard drives, bits of scrap-paper, backs of envelopes, and so forth

Spearheading an impromptu adventure to the ends of the earth in search of his friend Sitara, Eden is mystified by the weapon that has mysteriously come into his possession: The Sunthread, a weapon of such destruction that everyone from kings to the terrifying Eveilas want it for their own. Speaking of kings, the king of Iresh himself (er...herself) is hounding Eden for the little golden thread. And to make matters worse, Sitara hasn't been herself lately...not since that mysterious red-haired man, Artemisia, has started mentoring her. When atrocities start popping up wherever Artemisia goes, Eden is hell-bent on saving Sitara from his dark agenda...and maybe even herself. In the second book of the Sunthread series, Eden's quest becomes clear: His best friend is in danger, and it'll take more than the Sunthread to save her.

I've decided to post all of the random texts that I have saved in my computer here. They range from poetry, to fanfiction, to random fantastic fiction. I wrote some of it in the last 6 months; I wrote some of it almost ten years ago. I don't know. Just feel like putting it all out there. Feel free to comment and give me some constructive criticism. I really want to know how to better structure my writing, and just write better in general. Maybe it'll motivate me to write some more, or even continue some of the stories I started. Who knows? On that note, please enjoy; the chapters are in no particular order, so feel free to pick and choose whatever. Unless you don't want to read this. Which is fine too. Note: I don't want to give a title to a story that doesn't have one. So if you see "Untitled 2/3/etc." in the table of contents, that doesn't mean it's a sequel to a previous chapter named "Untitled". It's just another story with no title. Note #2: Also, I've provided little descriptions of each text before they start for your enjoyment, including the genre and a general summary. Note #3: Don't expect any of these to be finished. Don't even expect them to stop at the end of a chapter, or even at the end of a

The Ballad of a Young Girl's Heart is a book of poetry that tell's the heart and soul of not only a young girl but all women. Not only does it relate to women but it can also relate to men. It is an eclectic collection of poetry to nurture the heart and soul.

The play's not the only thing when a supermodel and two witty young adults head up a live-in socialization- through-Shakespeare drama program for six highly unlikely inmates, unaware the doctor who started it has sinister intentions in this breezy semi-romantic comedy.

What happens when you share your daily journal with the world? This is a year-long journey through the mind of me, Sadie, delivered in the raw, honest format of everyday entries. You may find observations on: The crippling suspense of waiting for a package. Profound analyses of why certain movie endings just don't work. An appreciation for a simple, perfect sandwich. Deep dives into my emotions It's messy, funny, and utterly honest-a true snapshot of a life in progress.

Words. [Hand-Sewn] Of Seemingly Irrelevant--Phrases . . . Hung, Broken--Jumbled Letters--Of Thoughts, Day In . . . Day Out . . . The Reflections Of Rose. ECole789

Well wielded words work wonders. ~ Wayward thoughts expressed through lines that rhyme ~ "..We fall in and out of love, Run in and out of time. We are Survivors, With nagging scars And half empty jars. We are Survivors. "

some spells that i made. they may not work as i have yet to bless the spellworkings.

tap into the sap of a human body we're rich in nutrients and abundant in self pity ___________________________ a poetry book dedicated to unmarked Salem graves @timespieces copyright 2019

My Book of Shadows

COME Wander-- The Cosmic Crevices of My Mind, Where Stars Implode; Wondrous-- Poetic Tales Each Remnant of Glitzy Dust Holds... Glimpses Of Forgotten Souls-- 2 Mystique... . The Peculiar, . The Cryptic, . The Inquisitively Unique. ECole789

Tired of fighting a losing battle with his family, Jamie is forced to take on the most ridiculous and challenging fight in his life yet... Being herself.

A man is going through a brutal divorce, and the stresses and woes of that storm bring about a bizarre nighttime ritual. Once he closes his eyes and enters his dream state, he ends up in the same library that stretches endlessly. He has read many, many times his weight in its tomes. Some bring joy, some bring dread, but most just lilt as aimlessly as its reader. As the man progresses along the collapse of his family, he stays in the library longer.

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, 𝐚 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 ; 𝟎𝟓/𝟏𝟏/𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

Ranked #5 on 7th Jan 2017 Been in top 10 for over a month. Hello friends its my 1st wattpad work. Please do VOTE and SHARE your views in the COMMENTS section. It will really mean a lot to me.

These are short stories, flash and microfictions, most less than 500 words, the longest about 1500 words. Short, funny, and sometimes fun. Sometimes pointed and sometimes pointless. These stories have been described as eclectic, quirky, and sometimes sad. Take a handful to go.