Lesbianwriter Stories

anne and marcy have a talk about their feelings under a tree. crossposted on ao3.

Hello everyone! I am going to write a realistic fantasy about my life and how I have been through hard way. I felt like alone, slave, depends on me, dependent person, and sad. But I have BIG dream what I wanted in the future because I don't let my family on me and I do believe in anything like falling in love as first sight. FATE is A REAL TO ME! One day, someone would accept who I am even although I am poor and didn't think I am smart as what I think of. Also, the nature whispers to me and tells me to stay positive. That's why I felt more safe if I stays more positive and keeping in believe. ~~BE PATIENCE! Still editing!~~

Jessie takes a job as a doctor's assistant for writing inspiration. Trying to run away from her demons, can she allow herself to love when sparks begin to fly between her and her boss?

Poems from a broken soul

A love story about two closeted girls in high school who fall for each other, with some complications... (wlw) (lesbian written)

Butch lesbian, Rye Chester rolls into town fresh off a win in national barrel racing championships and is instantly lovestruck seeing Lila Woods selling her family's famous jam.

Athena D'Angelo, the most feared assassin, operates under the name Il Fantasma, her identity hidden from all. Known for working alone, she is ruthless in her kills, yet she secretly finds herself drawn to women. Rayne Hines, a disabled lesbian girl, relies on her service dog to navigate the world, her Autism and POTS making everyday life a challenge. Her path crosses with Athena's in a library, sparking a connection with the feared assassin that neither can ignore. ༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶ Authors note | this is my first ever book so I'm just giving this a try.

I used to believe in fairytales. Not the ones where the princess gets the prince, but the one where families' are whole. There is love. Parents stay together. People are happy. I used to pray for that fairytale the way some girls pray for their prince. I didn't need a Cinderella moment, I just wanted peace. But peace won't come from others living a life you deem perfect. Peace comes from living your life the way that makes you happy. He's not coming back, be at peace with that.

𝓅𝑜𝑒𝓂𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒. 𝒶 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝒻𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈, 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓈, 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃. 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉. 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓁𝑒𝒻𝓉 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔. 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝓎 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒. 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊.

Recovery isn't pretty, neither is staying in desecration. It's ugly until it's not. Another collection of mine, strange how long I've been sharing here.

"I've carried this anger for half my life I'm placing it down" Short poems from the years I'm now trying to heal from.

A collection of raw, unfiltered poetry from the mind of a young American girl trying to survive a world that wants her silent. These are poems of protest and survival, against fascism, against erasure, against the cruelty disguised as "freedom." For every girl who felt like she didn't belong in her own country, this is for you. These poems explore queer guilt and liberation, giving voice to resistance in a country that tried to silence us. They speak out against the Trump administration and stand proudly pro-immigrant, pro-LGBTQ+, pro-Black, pro-Muslim, pro-Mexican, and pro-everyone this country has tried to erase. Pro-human. ///// Heighest Tags: 1 in #politicalpoetry 1 in #queerwriter 364 in #poems