Living Stories

How are monsters born?

*****SPOILERS of the Red Shadow******** Have you ever wondered what is happening in the head of a writer? Here is your chance! A Slice of life in which your dear writer tries to live her life while writing the dozen of books and fanfictions that she started. Life is complex, but imagine sharing it with different characters stuck in your head wrestling for your attention. Wouldn't that drive you a bit insane? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- NO AI TRAINING: Without in any way limiting the author's [and publisher's] exclusive rights under copyright, any use of this publication to "train" generative artificial intelligence (AI) technologies to generate text is expressly prohibited. The author reserves all rights to license uses of this work for generative AI training and development of machine learning language models.

I put down poetry for two years because at the time I was only writing it because I had to for school. Two years later though, and through mountains of heartache and pain, I began to write and write and write mountains upon mountains of poetry. I never appreciated it before, but now as I write these poems, I find that I fall more and more in love with the language. I should warn, these poems will not be entirely contemporary. They will read more narratively as that's just how I like to write, but there will be poems that will fit the norm sprinkled in, so brew some fresh tea and enjoy.

When the world drowned in red mist, humanity vanished-and something else rose in its place. Rin Asher wakes in a ruined city, his heart silent, his flesh rotting... yet his mind still alive. He's not like the other dead. He can think. He can feel. And somewhere deep inside, a strange System whispers commands he doesn't understand, offering him power in exchange for his fading humanity. Haunted by hunger, hunted by survivors, and torn between instinct and thought, Rin must decide what it truly means to be alive when your pulse has already stopped. Every choice he makes pushes him closer to evolution-or madness. And when he meets a terrified girl who sees the human still buried inside him, the line between man and monster begins to blur. In a world rebuilt by death, how much of his soul can he sacrifice before he becomes the thing he fears most? This is my very first story, so they will be a lot of mistakes.

What would happen if Marcy had moved to Gravesfield after Amphibia ended, and it had magically tied into Gus' completed character arc? Here's the story to explore it, in the form of a cute romance! Plz give me a like & follow if you like it, I hope you all enjoy, and I'll leave you all to it!

This is my second work at Wattpad. It is based on love stories, couples, dates etc. I will publish different types of stories. Characters, stories, and circumstances will be different. Hopefully the reader will find some reason to love these stories. Thank you. My stories are mostly fantasy and a bit realistic. How you handle or want to handle your relationships may have a little more to do with my ideas. These stories will reflect what anyone can improve by thinking and working. If you enjoy reading them, please help inspire them by commenting. It is possible to change many things in the world for love if there is complete respect, support, trust, and alliegence on one another. Cover page design by Author. © All Rights Reserved

lots of worrying to be done a head, no time to rest in bed, because before your know it you'll be dead, but the question is what is your death? Physical or mental?

Once, Aren lived by the sword. Every battle took something from him-his sleep, his smile, his reason to live. Tired of war, Aren abandons violence and walks into a quiet land known as Windland, a place ruled not by kings, but by seasons. There, he learns to farm, to listen to the wind, and to heal wounds that no medicine could touch. Through broken soil and slow days, he discovers that peace is harder than war-and far more meaningful. In Windland, Aren meets Lina, a woman whose strength lies not in weapons, but in patience. As crops grow, so does love-soft, hesitant, and real. Together, they face hunger, memories of bloodshed, and a world that still believes power comes from violence. This is not a story about conquest. It is a story about choosing not to fight. A chapter-by-chapter journey of farming, love, redemption, and quiet strength, Windland: Where the Soil Learns Peace explores what it truly means to be strong in a world that only respects war.

This is short story about a girl who's 17 years old and and a man who's 28 years old 21+ please don't read if you're under 18 let's dive in this story

​to them, i speak too loudly for a girl my thoughts scattered my sense nonexistent to them i'm opinionated, and just not listening to the patriarchy. -w.e.

"so small yet so big" a collection of poems about different things. -poetry

Life is full of surprises. What may be valuable to you now might lose its meaning the next day. Despite of so many obstacles for a human to survive, some of them still wanted to live. Others do it for the sake of adventure or it could be because of the feeling of fear when you have to leave your loved ones. It could also be because of the silliest and simple things that one wouldn't expect to hear when asked why do you want to live. "Because the weather is good." That's what Iris Fernandez, a nineteen year old girl believes in while living in a world where chances and fate doesn't go hand in hand. On the other hand, Soule - a collector of human souls was given a chance to change his life by fulfilling his mission which involves the young, pessimistic girl who is trapped in her own world. How will fate work its wonders this time?

A collection of poetry written about love, life, anxiety, and going from being the villain to the hero of your own story.

Sometimes my head just forms random stuff and I like to write them down. Enjoy.

"Live on carrying somebody's dream" Follow the story of Kenji ikeda and his fellow brothers in living through their journey of hardship and maybe find something that may light his cold but seemingly caring heart (this is my first time in creating a story, any advice and criticism is always welcome.) Also new title woohoo..

~Three poems and a scream~ Nights are for dreamers and thinkers and writers. I am all those three. The night claims me. But the night is mine too. The best thing I've ever come across. . A book of poetic gibberish. Have fun reading! (Very frequent updates!)

This is a collection of poems I wrote during the dark times of my early teens years dealing with depression and other demons at the time. I'm okay FYI and a lot happier!!

I'm going to find my wings and fly away The sunrise is there to start my day I know that I'm going to find my way Because butterflies... They don't ever stay

𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬; 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲𝐫𝐞𝐝

A Collection of my poems. Some are better than others.