histórias de Lateatnight

"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.)))

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The greatest story exists within us when we acknowledge the beauty of our thoughts and feelings.

"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

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.

My grandfather passed away in June and I took it really hard. At this point, I'm just trying to find anything to cope. I started sending him huge texts telling him about my day and I have called him a few times as well. It's actually helping me out quite a bit so I thought why not put it out here for all of the wattpad world to see? The names will be changed. 1.11.1962-6.10.2022

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.

A mess of HORRIBLE poems and short stories I wrote late at night.

Idk what to say about these poems. They mean so much to me but most of them don't represent me anymore.

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

A compilation of puns, jokes, gags and shower thoughts. #9 in seriously 4/28/21 #1 in pleaseno 4/28/21 #1 in plsno 4/28/21 #2 in lateatnight 4/28/21 #2 in lmbo 4/28/21

You are writing a diary about the girl next door. All a sudden you hear noises next door and you decide to write it down. Then it goes silent. Perhaps maybe the commotion stop or .. your neighbor was just murdered. Then you hear a knock on your door, your parents are away and nobody was expected at the time. Maybe they are coming for you. I mean, you are their next door neighbor.

Two Words. He said. He promised. The Past. The Present. The Future. I hate him. Or Do I love him?

Just thoughts and voices I should've said

For the stars that never learned how to shine

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 :)

A poem

When she gets a call from Don in the middle of the night, Liz rushes to him.