Historias de Littleme

It isn't my usual story, but it's an original. I saw a person writing a story to their younger self, and I decided to do it too. I didn't go into as much detail as I could, but I'll put a trigger warning right here jsit in case. I might also add another chapter I a few months who knows. Enjoy!

"We are not out of time, nor of words," her voice was sweet but bitter, strong but falling, "But alas the sea of love that are our hearts...." "Turned out to be mere streams." I finished. We sometimes make 'friends' of the things that are the most harmful.

Welcome to the darkest part of my heart, but also the brightest A sense of catharsis through writing the drama of my past life A healing process through revisiting old poems and new perspectives An attempt to let the past in the past and live in the present The enlightenment of shadows, the exorcising of past demons, the reconciliation of my heart's violence

This book is for when I am little. Little stuff and stuffies, I loves you and please don't add this to your kink reading list.

A girl named Emily, and her siblings, found a wounded bird and was expecting to help it heal.. but little did they know what was to come. ( Note: This is a true short story. It took place in 2012 and I wrote it in 2013 for my school. I wanted to publish it though and so here goes nothing! I am changing the names up since I don't feel comfortable with all my family names out in the open. I was 12 years old when this happened. )

This is just a silly little thing I wrote when I was 10 years old. I'll try and keep this short, but I was in class in like 4th Grade and we had some people from a nearby nature reserve see us every week. One day, the class was being disruptive so they left us a "creative writing" assignment. Mine turned into this story. The nature people really liked it, I brought it home to my parents, and they loved it and posted it on their Facebook account...and it kinda became a hit. Fast foward a few years, and I had deleted every single piece of writing I had written in Middle School (very cringe, nobody will ever see it), but I just didn't have the heart to delete this piece. I consider this the moment my parents saw it and realized their daughter would become a writer, that writer being me. 10 years after I wrote the story, I wanted something to commemorate such a milestone in my writing career. So I decided to share it with you guys. There isn't going to be anything too crazy, I'm not submitting this for anything, I'm just sharing something 10-year-old Amy Kitryn wrote. I only changed the formatting to make it a little easier to read, but I kept the language of it because to change it would feel like a crime in my eyes. So, here is little baby Amy's short story! Hope you enjoy it!

A short story about learning to love books. I wrote this years ago, and only just found it now in an old notebook on my bookshelf.

Jwust mwe ands my agre :3 I wove its!!

A story I made when I first started Writting

a book of poems of all sizes, shapes, colors, and fonts

Little girl in the big world

A short story about a lost dog. I wrote this a long time ago.

//;dis is wut I'll wite in when I'm in wittle space ^^

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As the title says this consist of letters to family, people I had in my life and then let go of, and maybe some to myself that I won't press send to. I'm a very complex woman and I had a pretty shitty family around me, I was used by my first crush and I've had some of the darkest thoughts you could probably imagine. This is where I come to write when I just have to get something off my chest.

❝𝗦𝗶𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗼 𝗳𝘂𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝘆 𝗻𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗮 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗼...❞ •100% mía •No se permiten copias ni adaptaciones. •One Shot. •English version √ •Portada hecha 100% por mí. #34 texto [25/06/2020] #8 littleme [29/06/2020] S I L K Y;

Lol, I know this is a weird title and it's also an weird story. {laughs sarcastically} hope you enjoy.

A monologue of when I was younger, a moment that has formed who I am today...