Historias de Lateatnight

First story hope you like yaoi

"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.)))

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!

Just another poem for the fun of it. The cover is my own drawing of a character from a story I'm writing.

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

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.

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

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.

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.

A poem

There's no reason for heartbreak to be a private matter. I'm truly sorry if anyone else has ever felt this way.

Random poetry I write late at night

Late night writings

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

my thoughts late at night when i can't sleep #2 lateatnight #49 Poesie

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

I have some issues with sleep. We all do, but mine is staying up until two in the morning when I have school the next day and staying up until seven in the morning when I don't have school. During these times, I have wierd thoughts/experiences. such as paranoia (if that is spelt correctly), things my sleepy father does wen he's up and about at night, and my siblings being siblings. I will also be talking about stories I am/will be writing, songs I'm listening to, or shows I'm watching. There could be more, but you'd just have to read to find out. Some of this isn't at night.

stitching together song lyrics & feelings both real and imagined