Insightful Stories

Not your typical Wattpad story. I'm a 20 year old female university student, I have a moderately interesting life, and I'm decent at writing. When I was 12 years old I read my mother's diary- all 8 of them- and it was the best book I've ever read. I did therapy for 8 years because I was a troubled child. Now I'd consider myself "insightful". And also anxious. Welcome to my diary.

Hope and Lucy stayed up one thoughtful evening, to write some insightful thoughts on the world we know today. We hope you enjoy.

A collection of poems meant to evoke the more delicate emotions - melancholy, nostalgia and loss, as well as joy, love and hope. If you use my poems, remember to include'By: Alexandra Blount' or it is plagiarism (Unless otherwise stated).

Who knew rock bottom had a basement. After sliding into half a century of failure Donna Farmer is finally looking forward to the welcome distraction of menopause and a stress free life provided by the lack of options poverty brings. The continuous comfort of knowing your future family of cats will be waiting for you when you finish your McJob and arrive safely home to your rent controlled apartment. Yes, it looked like the basement view of life was holding steady for Donna, until one fateful night. A night she spends with her best friend Karen and her second best friend Alcohol, a night that triggers events that relocate her from the rut that is her life to the house on the hill that becomes her home.

The sad short story about a broken boy and the girl that changed his life.

"there always has to be night before day, but the day eventually comes every time. dark times will always come throughout life, but overcoming them will only create a brighter future."~

Going over how automation counterintuitively improves the artistic expression of the self given the historical significance of the camera, and what it can tell us about the future of art/the artist given AI. This work is largely creative so if you take note of inaccuracies or that it's particularly informal/narrative based, then that's why. Given how close in line it is with non fiction, I did ultimately put it in the non fiction category...

This is going to be a blog of sorts, my thoughts, opinions, feel free to debate. I don't really know what it's going to be about, it gets written as a thought, or spiritual energy of you wanna get technical about it, flows through. So hey, wanna explore another head other than yours for a change?

A poem about a person reminiscing about talking to this kid he met years ago. Too bad he can't remember the kid's name.

A sea of poetry, of metaphors and similes written by me

These are just some of my poems I don't fucking know read em if u want

Poetry for divulging my feelings

A simple poem

The Wyvern is an ancient shapeshifter, and with his lime green eyes and snow white hair, anyone can tell he isnt human. For years he shrouded his heart in darkness, but when he captures a rogue that tried to murder him, he begins to open up and surrender to her light.

These are just a few of my poems that I wanted to publish, even though no one will probably ever see them lol. Most of my poetry is just me writing down what is in my brain so that it makes sense to me: ie. my best attempt at translating the thoughts in my disorganized mind so I can better understand and communicate them.

Follow each day of the story tellers struggles as they learn how to cope with their mental illnesses and open up to the people they love. ~ Fair warning this is probably going to be triggering so just watch out ♡ ~ Also don't worry frens I'm not making a hundred chapters. I plan on doing a couple days each chapter, maybe 5-10, we'll see

A passenger rides a train and takes a moment to soak it all in.