Jumbled Stories

Random midnight memories and deep thoughts. Rants. True hidden messages for some people but this time they're not from my characters; they're directly from me. A place where I can freely and openly contradict myself. Don't expect this to make sense. -------------------- All rights go to the original owner of the photo.

........But at a certain point in the hunt I realize that I am not all goodness personified, so perhaps I have a better chance of finding myself in the dark shadowy parts of the web. But then again I am not completely lost to the darkness........

It doesn't have a description it's just a set of random thoughts put together to make poems I guess

Everything I have out there has been through editors and agents and rights and permissions. This will just be a collection of my thoughts- jumbled or organized, edited or unedited. Sometimes a writer just needs a bowl to puke her words into.

this is my home. a safe place that is my forest. in the middle of it is where shall you find me. there is where i find my peace. maybe, should you find yours there too. // a bunch of compiled thoughts and poems, ranging from themes of attraction to heavy rainy days. this is what happens beneath tall scattered trees.

It's a story that I'm still building up😞 You might love it or not but I really really really 😢 hope you do..............

These are my jumbled thoughts unleashed, unedited and unfiltered. These are my words, my truth, myself - for you, and for me.

So-uh, this is just my old writings from school, or stuff i haven't finished from the notes off. Might also be a poor attempt to hype myself up to actually write something new, or at least start trying ; _ ;,' How do people add tags </3 Or like- figure out what tags to add

Some kids think that getting up on a Monday morning is difficult. Well, i second that. BUT, Imagine, spending the whole summer at a camp for troubled teens, being assigned to a personal counsler, Falling for him, and then coming back into your classroom on Monday morning only to find that the camp counsler you fell for, is you're new teacher. Yeah. That Monday Just got a whole lot worse.

In life, people often expressed their emotions with words or actions. But there are some things which can't be said or done. The silent voice in your mind remains inaudible to those around you... But when given a pen, often...... They run wild.

Poems, my life, bunch of random stuff. I've always wanted to make one of these books lol.

I'm not much of a writer, but I've compiled most of my short poems in "11 pages of my life" This book is just different thoughts being put down "Jumbled thoughts "

This short story was written for a contest which had its own prompt, and thus forth, I followed the prompt as strongly as I could, adding a sense of hope and joy. This was made to give those who feel weak or impoverished hope. It's to tell them that in the end, there are the good moments in life, even if they went unnoticed, they were there. It's the small moments that make up the most of things.

Late at night, I have a lot of mixed thoughts, and it gets heavy. I needed somewhere to put them, so here they are.

Lines with rhymes comes into my mind, I put it here, to let people find. Somewhere, at some point if you relate, Do a favour and tell me, it would be great. I beg you please,not to hate Open for you to leave is a white, wide gate

Sequel to Words Better Left Unspoken

Isabella's past haunts her. Needing answers to questions which she couldn't have while she lived a sheltered past Izzy finally leaves her town to chase her demons. Little does she knows they will welcome her with open arms. #A mafia novel