Jumbled Stories

The Diary of the Loner follows Ava, a quiet and guarded girl who moves to a new town hoping for a fresh start. Used to keeping people at a distance, she struggles to fit into her new school where whispers and judgment seem to follow her from the very first day. When she unexpectedly forms a connection with Lily, a warm and persistent classmate who refuses to give up on her, Ava begins to question the walls she has built around herself. But just as she starts to adjust, her painful past resurfaces through rumors that threaten to define her all over again her new school where whispers and judgment seem to follow her from the very first day.

So-uh, this is just my old writings from school, or stuff i haven't finished from the notes app. 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 💔 Or like- figure out what tags to add

In which this author makes a tag book cus she doesn't want to overfill her story with tags. A.k.a. a fancy name for a jumble of tags.

Jumbled thoughts that hold meaning

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.

A mystery of sorts. Read if you'd like.

Suffocate | 'sûfû,kāt | die or cause to die from lack of air or inability to breathe have or cause to have difficulty in breathing feel or cause to feel trapped or oppressed

i would like to think that with most of my poetry my thoughts are handled and put together. these are not like the others. there are messy, 2 am thoughts, where I'm not myself, but rather a jumble

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

Just things that were never meant to be said out loud...

To tell you how I survived can be difficult. It's all mixed up. My memories smear and ruffle. I can't really see my life in order anymore. The only place I can think to start is here where I am now.

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

let my brain freak you out 4:44 a.m

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.

To whom it may concern: This is not a fan fiction, a heroic tale, or a historical peice of art. This is my diary of sorts. I will type senseless words, stories, and secrets in the hopes of documenting the life that is my own. The things I write on here won't always be appropriate, moral, or entertaining. This is my life. Who I am. So welcome to my mind.

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 "

My thoughts that don't seem to fit anywhere else.