Figurative Stories

A documentary story of what the eye see during the days in his past, present and future.

Poems can be related to book characters, OCs, or réal Life expirences. I am taking requests

A random collection of poetry From a little boy who found a home in its melodies A roof after a stormy day Or a canvas to paint the painful gray I hope you find in them A pleasant pass time Or a solemn read that will plant in you, poetry's seed September 7, 2018 *I can promise no constant updates🙂 Pls... if you can, support this story by sharing it to poeple that you think will like this random surge of poems from a self-proclaimed poet.

This is an ongoing collection of descriptive and narrative stories based on the IGCSE FLE Paper 2 Composition Prompts. I hope that the language and literary techniques used in these stories will help inspire you learn to wield your words wisely together in order to create beautiful imagery that effect your readers and the examiners :) Enjoy!

. A lover is a lover . Make your rules as boundlessly as it could be . Drown in affair not in oceans ripple .

Poetry made from metaphors others have used to describe me/my life. 100% stealing creds from even rando's on the streets haha For now, only 1 part Perhaps in the future, as I get out of my shell and talk with more people, I can add more :)

Halloween is a cursed night.

So, I want to tell you a story. The thing is. . . . it's a true story, and it is still happening to me. I like a boy. I also like writing really descriptive and detailed essays. So, this is a chronicle, a history of a romance. I have no idea what will happen. There will be some parts written from his perspective but they are only what I can imagine might have gone through his head during these moments. This is not fabricated and it is mostly just for my own enjoyment. Let's see how this goes . . .

A six word story is six words that can stand by themselves. They are poetic gems and capture the beauty of saying more with less. I trust that you will enjoy mine. July 21st, 2018: I now am going to start posting parts Eight through however far along I get. They will remain poetic, artful, and sometimes topically grouped. Post or comment suggestions, and I will try to honor them. Enjoy and See you on the page!

sudden realization that I am a cat with 9 lives.

Madison Riley Carter has had an amazing, fun life. Friends that make her life fun, a lovely, caring mother who she'd never replace, whether her dad was in her life or not. She loves what her life is become and she can feel herself going places in her life. All of that was going wonderfully until one day, she is struck with a fatigue that never seems to go away, aching pains that get worse daily, and shortness of breath that accompanies her wherever she moves. She goes to the doctor with her mother to find out she has cancer. The cancer takes control of her life, turning it upsidown. Just as soon as things seem to turn up, everything falls down hill once again. She lives out her days trying to be happy with, the friends who stick with her throughout everything, the mom who holds it all on her shoulders, all while a boy enters the equation, which seems to be just what she needs.

Just a bunch of random random poems that my friends or I wrote.

Figurative short story :)

Poems, feelings, and thoughts. Nothing rare, just myself.

A collection (more like jumble) of poems I've written throughout the years and have decided to throw on here.

Mable can't stop thinking about this chocolate brown haired boy with gentle hands and a welcoming heart. She doesn't know his name, but she finds him to be the most handsome boy she has ever seen. Mable goes on with her days to the same secret room. It's in the closet, up the stairs, and hidden from the rest at her high school. The room may be tiny, but her heart sure does express huge amounts of adoration when she uses her paint brushes to paint beautiful pictures. When she falls asleep after school one day, she finds herself in a panic when the time is past seven. However, she finds that she isn't alone, and it opens a whole new door.

this is a cry for help✨

Feel the sorrow, feel the pain.

A memoir of my mistakes. Peer into the depths of my past and gawk at the misfortune I wrought for myself. Gaze upon my atrocities and learn from my baren, bloody misdeeds. A collection of pain. An anthology of agony. Have fun reading my nightmares.

A short lyrical essay paving my emotions through the days, as I anticipate an acceptance letter from a few Universities I applied to. Writing has been my comfort, my form of expression, as a beginner I hope to grow and adapt within my expanding style. If anyone would like to give me feedback, I would appreciate it. I'm here to learn and converse we with other writers. Enjoy.