Imagry Stories

Hello everyone! This is a piece where I will write my poetry. I am a teenager so there will be mistakes , please do tell if you find any flaw , i will try to eradicate it to the best of my ability. I hope to have as much support as possible. It is my dream to become famous. I have recently joined Wattpad, please share my work. I hope to relate with people. I wish you all like it. Love you all. Regards LittleAmuser.

No tongue at birth But It has tasted death This book is numbed with grief but it learned to breathe This bottle holds the bitter-sweet adventures I fetched on my journey of love and growth It all started with a walk And I was glued to his talk And... Words strummed my heart like a guitar And I felt the pull at my heartstrings Now all that my heart sings Is Hymn of him...Elfriedewestwood Rankings #11_Poetry (4th September 2024)

جۆنگکوک: "هیچ ڕووناکییەک نییە..." ناتالیا: "تەنها چاوەکانی تۆ تاریکن." جۆنگکوک: "ئەوە هەموو ئەوەیە کە دەبینم." ناتالیا: "با من بینایی تۆ بم." T.B//سڵاو ئازیزانم .. من بیرۆکەی ئەم کتێبەم لە کتێبێکی دەستی وەرگرتووە، بەڵام بێگومان ناوەڕۆکەکەی بە تەواوی دەستکاری کراوە و بە شێواز و بیرکردنەوەی خۆم نوسیوومە، هیوادارم چێژی لێ ببینن **هەموو مافێکی ئەم چیرۆکە بۆ خۆم دەگەڕێتەوە**

The frontier was supposed to end at the edge of the prairie. When young settler Ezra Heathcliff follows a hidden river through a narrow valley in the Kansas hills, he believes he has discovered the perfect place to build a new life. Rich soil, towering forests, abundant wildlife, and crystal clear water promise everything a homesteader could hope for. But the valley is not part of the world he knows. As strange dreams haunt his nights and enormous predators stalk the ancient forest, Ezra slowly realizes he has crossed into a land untouched by human history, a world older than civilization itself, where forgotten species still rule and unimaginable mysteries lie beyond every bend in the river. Forced to defend his livestock against a colossal winged hunter, Ezra must decide whether this beautiful wilderness is a paradise worth claiming... or a realm that was never meant to be found. The Discovery of Eldra is the opening novel in a dark fantasy series inspired by cosmic horror, blending the grit of the American frontier with the awe of exploring a lost world where humanity is not at the top of the food chain.

I AM NOT KILLING PEOPLE. I AM KILLING BOYS. © 2022, erys aden

Graypaw is finally an apprentice and the best part is that her best friends are alongside her, training to be warriors of FeatherClan. When a new threat comes to the clans, it seems impossible to overcome. And in the midst love ones disappear and leave them with grief as well as fear. Can the clans surpass this threat?

A collection of relatively dark poems. All original and organic with minimal edits. Hope that you enjoy it!

In the shadowlands of my infantile tendencies

In this new series of writings, I take a fragment of reality (a scene I've seen in real life) and add a touch of my imagination to complete the story. At the end of the day, you can never really figure out the whole picture, but it's fun to play around the image you are seeing. After all, it's all a matter of perspective. Best rankings: #791/4.6K short #249/1.1K reality #786/3.3K stories # 231/857 imagination # 13/37 imagery

• fluff & smvt • • 2nd & 3rd gen •

A book of written and spoken works straight off the top hat by Blue Eyed Hatter, filled with the broken, fixed, odd, humorous and passionately emotional. This book is a steady cookoo clock counting down to self destruction with every click of it cogs and it does it wonderfully. So while the book has nothing to do with the wings of dragons it contains words which themselves breath fire.

Post-post-apocolypse Lots of imagery Super chill vibes She's kinda lost touch with the world... not really caring anymore, y'know? Minecraft is a world about... forgetting. It's about sitting quietly and contemplating, soft music and lost memories. Friendships forged in the fires that burn brighter than our torches. Sharp smiles and crazy plans, built on rubble and ashes. Moving, leaving, changing, growing. Having no past, only hopes for the future. Maybe I'm reading too much between the pixels, but it's been said "Minecraft music feels like not being able to return home because there's no longer a home to return to". Perhaps these words I've stolen contain more than I can express. But who knows? I'm only a young poet, fond of lore and new beginnings. Who are you?

A collection of poems I've written over time. Some are whimsical and carefree, most are thoughtful and reflective, and a select few are dark and brooding. I tend towards free verse, so, to those who don't like free verse: beware!

A collection of short stories, daydreams, ideas, imagery and warm ups. From varied lengths. Please enjoy! Feedback is always welcomed and respected, thank you.

He had come to visit his childhood house for the last time. Sit on it's porch for the last time. These were his thoughts as he sat on the sofa outside, and looked at the setting sun.

I think its poetry An individual writing to voice what they (heart and brain) see and believe in Do you feel? Do you love?

A dedication to all those who have seen me through my good times and bad ones. It's time for a new outlook on life. much love. xx.

Short Imagery Poetry