Flowery Stories

- a sleeping beauty retelling ₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ ─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─ "𝘛𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴: 𝘐'𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶." - 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺-𝘙𝘢𝘺 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵 ⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ⋆˚₊ 𖤓☽˚.⋆ "𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 " - 𝘈𝘯𝘯𝘦 𝘚𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘰𝘯 ˖°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 🪽 Update Nov 2025: Still writing !! will post officially when all writing & editing done Edit; so this book is a romance with slight mystery, inspired by a fairytale & with somewhat poetic writing! Please check it out if you're of any interest & even vote & comment if you like it! It literally makes my day! I recommend the Aesthetics chapter the most if ur lazy (like me) (In the works... (like literally in the works... Idk when this will be officially published but if I see a lot of saves // attention I will speed up the process I prom!!:) <3

Purple prose is flowery and ornate language, and here is a hint of it.

ℑ𝔱 𝔦𝔰 ℑ, 𝔱𝔥𝔶 𝔠𝔦𝔯𝔠𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔴 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 --- Let these pages immerse you into the endless horizon of language-- where thoughts end not in a simple dash or dot. This, my dear, is evidence of my struggle-- that not all elevation come with might. Rather, it comes with patience, doubt, and wisdom. Where scarcity of nobility strangles the heart desiring of greatness... the only garden it can grow is within. My grand desire is to utter as if the words speak for itself, yet for a world whose tongue outruns one's wit, my steel-tipped pen is shortened. So even if my bed is not the soil I prefer, let my stem outstretch to graze the rays of the light-- and this struggle come fruitful in its endeavor.

Alisa was only a little girl when she and her two canine friends fell into the Underground, only ten years old. Eight years past since she fell and the girl was glad she did. Her past could not get to her here and everyone was kind and accepting of her. She couldn't let them know of her secret though. They would hate her and hurt her and Alisa wouldn't be able to fight back. Word gets around eventually to the skeleton brothers and Sans gets curious. Who is this strange human and why were they different than the rest? Not wanting to go back to the surface? This is a story of friendship, family, and love. Though, magic has something to do with all of that though... SansxOC

"kid. you mean the world to me. your smart, and funny, and caring and compassinate and determined and forgiving.. but not to yourself. now do me and you and everyone a favour by smiling. for me, kitten." Y/N sighed and smiles. The group let out cheers.

When the world rages around you, When no one can find you, When you're ready to leave, Be it by land or sea, You'll always have me. Me and this book of poems. So when you are ready to leave... Please, Please take a poem or three, That they might bring some comfort to thee. As you embark on your journey.

The ups and downs of a highschoolers finding love.

An old prize fighter Finds peace in an astonishing new friend.

A short story I wrote about how stories, if told correctly, can inspire even the most lost souls.

This is a short story about exchanging someone's soul for infinite money. Genre: Psychological horror (fiction)

This is my written proses and poems-I am lost in fascination. My writing skills was improved in this new poetry book I published.

Flower language and deep thoughts mixed and ready just for you. I'll try to update as much as my muse allows me cuties!

She was the princess but only those in the ruins knew because Toriel kept her a secret but how long will she able to keep her a secret and away from Asgore. Esme, princess of the Underground, feels as if something is missing and with her pure heart somehow she bonds with a pun-lover.

This is a collection of random, chaotic things, hence rande-monium (random + pandemonium... HAH. Get it??). Well, it's mostly a bunch of random things I've written, just don't be surprised if it's a few years old C: Enjoy!

light and wonderful poetry, by yours truly

Poetry about love and loss, heartbreak and heartaches.

[Y/N] is a 22-year-old female skeleton that lives in Snowdin, with her to younger brothers Sans and Papyrus. Sans is the second oldest being 21 and Papyrus is the youngest being 17. The three skeletons lost there mother Arial, in the war between Monster and Humans. Their father Doctor W.D. Gaster, died when the CORE exploded, unfortunately, no one remembered him but Sans and [Y/N].