Lateatnight Stories

Hey there! Just wanted to let you know, that this isn't a fanfic. It is a thing where I might post about random thoughts, possible ideas, and also just so that you can give me some inspo. You don't need to check up on this daily. Nothing really to see here, and if you are wondering if that is me on the cover, it's not lmao. Complete :)

I seem to work best right after reading getting the writing in my mind going I have been pretty sad and angry along with shaking on and off which is when I seem to work best. Also it is December 8 2019 12:24 am. Again please note this has no planning so if the story seemed unreasonable or odd at time, this is off the top of my head, Enjoy the best you can

Aisha wakes up at 2:17AM to a message from an unknown number. Are you awake She should ignore it. She should block it. But then the messages start knowing too much. Don't go to work tomorrow You'll understand later And when everything he says starts coming true, Aisha is left with one problem. She doesn't know who he is. But she starts waiting for him anyway.

Sometimes a hug is all that's needed to make someone feel better.

Ask me questions :) Keep them appropriate pls :')

A tale of workplace friendships, forbidden love, and jurisprudence. *** This medieval fantasy story is inspired by the town guards produced by Archon Studios for their 'Townsfolk Miniature Pack', a collection of wonderful models for use in RPGs and tabletop wargames alike. A step-by-step painting tutorial with accompanying audio-narration is available on YouTube. An audio narration is also available as a podcast. The narration includes a wonderful performance by my wife. :) ***

Just some poems written by a teen late at night and some other random stuff

A collection of my poetry, and on going poetry too. In this poetry book, you will read about stuff that was going through my mind. Also, about what I have been through as well. I hope you enjoy!

Leo is nineteen, Russian, and trying to get through college one ordinary day at a time. He lives with his older brother, Konstantin, in a small apartment that feels more like survival than home. When a restless night sends Leo walking through a city that never seems to notice him, he meets Finn, a stranger who feels like possibility, warmth, and escape all at once. What begins as a chance encounter turns into something intense and consuming, blurring the line between love and illusion. As Leo gives more of himself away, he slowly realizes that not everyone loves the same way, and that some people are only meant to pass through, no matter how deeply they are felt. This is a story about loneliness in crowded places, first love, grief that lingers quietly, and the devastating moment when you realize that what was everything to you was never real to someone else. Told with raw intimacy and emotional honesty, it explores how easily we can lose ourselves while trying to be loved, and how hard it is to survive the aftermath.

Poems, Thoughts and letters. These are all my own masterpieces, I hope you enjoy! More information inside..

A story told through poetry... Uhh...hi, I'm Maya. I usually don't talk about how I feel, but how I feel sets me apart from the delusional teen mentality of realty. Wanna know what I mean? Oh, don't worry. I'll tell you... Through poetry.

"I haven't tried to dance in..4 years? God, it's been..forever." He chuckled, gaining a little more confidence in himself. "Well then it's a perfect time to learn, isn't it? We can start out with the basics, very simple. Won't be too hard I hope." Stede was overjoyed, he had finally found someone that he could teach. He never taught anyone how to dance, not even his own children. He was too busy with pirating and work that he never got the chance. But now he could and with the love of his life, that's what made it special. ------------ or: stede teaches ed how to dance (and fails) i listened to a bunch of piano music while writing this so.that helped. this is my first fic on ao3!!!! i plan on making more when I get the time :D sorry for it being so short. planning on making longer fics soon.this is just a cute scenario i made up. (((oh also check my profile for more info.if you want to.)))

It's currently 9 pm. I'm bored

"How can you hurt someone like this yet feel no regret." I asked him as my cold frozen tears were streaming down my cheek. "You know what?" He screamed, pointing his finger at me "Maybe you deserved it" He then mumbled. "What happened to the magic!?" I cried out and letting all my anger out. ** Meet Nathalie, the girl that dont sociate with many. Shes the girl you see in the hallway but never really notice. We all have our problems some bigger than others. Her secret is slowly killing her mentally and physically. *** Warning for some mild graphic scenes, strong language. Trailer: Soon to come

free-writing poems about things i'm too scared to tell anyone about

poetry made by me.

Cover art belongs to @/shakooo on Tumblr. Story inspired by The Drummer Boy of Shiloh by Ray Bradbury. ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ Thneed Factory, the Once-ler, and a Thneed worker. That's all I am able to say about this. I only made this because I was bored. 😔 Warnings: -Blood. -Injury. -Cringe.

Random poetry I write late at night