Eclectic Stories

Go ahead, sweet little darlings, and let your cerebral frolic in the fields of Daisy-- ECole789

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.

A common roadside diner, an eclectic cast, and an existential crisis leads to an examination of life and death, and what they mean. What lays beyond life? Perhaps it is a window to lost souls.

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.

Poetry in Motion ✯☆‿➹⁀☆ ☆⁀➷‿☆✯ Eclectic comes to mind ~ yes it does

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

where a mishap of nature is imperfection at its worst of the best---unique in a most particular kind of way . . . unseen---all there is of bare-minded beauty. Pale Sensibilities ECole789

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

A collection of my short stories I have made. All different genre's and topics. Miss matched muddled up, eclectic, eccentric.

clear your mind, for a minute . . . let your senses inhale---breath in, and hold---this air, saturated of these words---of mine. Smokestacks ECole789

Enemies of two great countries must come together to fight the dark evil stirring chaos in the world. Can they do it?

onism (n.) the frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time, which is like standing in front of the departures screen at an airport, flickering over with strange place names like other people's passwords, each representing one more thing you'll never get to see before you die-and all because, as the arrow on the map helpfully points out, you are here. kind enough to bloom, mean enough to thrive

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫. ✎✐ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬, 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨. . . . 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞? . . . 𝗢𝗻𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗮𝘅𝗶𝗮 ; 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗜𝗻𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗗𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗕𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗙𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆. (Published first chapter January 4, Intro chapter January 3) discontinued till summer!

Simply, a collection of poems I write for therapeutic purposes.

This book is an informational grimoire that provides free information to the baby witch on subjects such as plants, planets, the moon phases, crystals, etc.

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.

Eclectic.

Short. Short. Short. This booklet is aiming to be a compilation of flash fiction stories that will hopefully evoke different feelings and allure to different emotions in the hearts of readers. The combination of those emotions will then make up a whole new heart - just like the monster from Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, who is made up of body parts from different people. Note from the writer: As a wordy writer, this project is a challenge I'm taking on to help me write with less words and more meaning. I thank and appreciate each and every one of you who takes the time to read my work. I hope you can provide some feedback to help me become a better writer. Thank you, thank you!

A very eclectic gathering of things I write, which can be pretty much anything.