Inexperience Stories

a re write of a terribly paced story

Angi's life is going nowhere but down the drain since her father's death. Her mother's lack of sympathy and her cheerfulness, a move and her soon-to-be stepfather Jonathan don't exactly make the circumstances any better. However, Wes is also a part of her new life. Can he help her cope with her past life, or will he only cause more damage? ⚠️provisional title⚠️

Minho finds a socially anxious boy named Jisung and helps him to calm down. **DISCONTINUED**

This is my thoughts and I'm forcing anyone to read it, this is just a way for me to let go of some of my built up emotions. Every story will be different and the genres are kind of everywhere but i try to make it as relatable as possible.

you know just another rip off story of the amazing world of gumball. (this is purely a joke-) this is honestly a story meant for comedy and to just sit back and watch the destruction these characters make. Its the story of the D family as they meet different situations and well just be the family they are.

"Almost classmates, almost special. Almost more than friends. Almost every day.... they are thinking of each other" They weren't quite lovers. Weren't quite strangers either. Just two classmates who shared slow elevator rides, secret glances, and a hundred almosts that never became something more. Then summer happened- and silence stretched longer than the distance between them. But what if "almost" was never the end of the story? What if he never stopped thinking about her-every single day? And what if she did too... but never found the courage to say it? 💔 A slow-burn story about heart reacts, hand-holding, timing, and the quiet hope that almost... might still mean something

Everything is not in words, but in actions

The most important discovery, once I started having sex I haven't been able to stop (just my boyfriend) Just a list of things I didn't knew about sex, some are different from what I've read on books or watched on movies. This is a female perspective and going out with a male This is based on my experience, everyone's experience is different. *DISCLAIMER* this is informative not in any way a "how to"

⚠️ Warning: If you are seeking high quality art, this book isn't for you ⚠️ This is a book that supports all of my doodles and drawings. All images in this book belong to me! Do not steal from me! Please! (The image used for this art book is not mines!)

Ask anyone that knows me well and they'll say I'm gullible- I see the best in everyone, which can be a good thing but also a naive thing. Luckily I've never been truly hurt or grief stricken in my life yet , leading my boyfriend to dub me the 'sunshine kid' saying this explains my positive lack of skepticism and cynicism about life. But at the time of writing this poem I was hearing from friends, family on the news etc that the world isn't all unicorns and rainbows- this poem is about that realization.

Buzz cries the court of Hymenoptera's hymns upon the earth from the solem green covered gardens of the moon. The Stranger and the Wasp (By Yue Wang Yitkbel) The wasp cared for the stranger And the stranger for the 'bee' The stranger brought her marigolds And the wasp brings her honey The stranger sought for another life But the wasp she could never keep Never did they realize The wasp was not a bee

Poems

What is her choice? Leave it or accept it???

It's not everyday you see your face as a portrait in a top art gallery. Especially when you don't know the artist When this happens to Eliza Port, she's compelled to find the artist behind the painting. Which seems to be an impossible task as no ones seen the artist before. No one knows who the artist is. All that's there are the paintings and the initials, J.K. Follow Eliza in her journey to find the man behind the portrait. The Painter.

This is just a bunch of shitty poems I write to free myself from my life. These all have to do with my life. I can't write poems very well so forgive me for that, I haven't written them in like multiple years. ~ Sincerely, Daydream

-Vamonos juntos Julieta- dijo el abrazado a mi cuello- -No puedo, la boda con Dylan es la otra semana y debo prepararme-

Her sky has many stars which still shines brighter than any others and at the top she now knows this'll eventually change and those stars will be faded with other lined up stars. So, here is the start of the recollections on stars once shined better than the sun in her tale who can be the best Antonym of Bravery.