Historias de Midnightwriting

This is something I started one sleepless night and have no idea where it was leading. Enjoy the little bit there is.

Just my bundle of little writings. Warning: angsty

Unheard is a raw and intimate piece about what it feels like to be surrounded by people yet still feel completely invisible. It dives into the quiet battles we fight in our own minds, the screams no one hears, the pain no one notices, and the desperate wish for something as simple as being acknowledged. If you've ever felt unseen, overlooked, or silenced, this poem will speak to you in the way words sometimes can when nothing else does.

Poems and thoughts. ...What else am I supposed to do? These are things I wrote down the way I think, with sweltering anger and invigorating joy, in tears and smiles. I dearly hope you will take these words as advice, to live by and never to forget. However, that is entirely up to you.

Mediocre poetry written through tears at midnight.

Errr... Anime one-shots that are x readers!!! You can request characters from: Black butler (All of them), Yuri on ice, Free!!!, Servamp, Vampire knight, ouran highschool host club and diabolik lovers... And more...

These are not just words ,they're little pieces of me, written on quiet nights. If you find yourself in any of these lines, know that you were never alone in your feelings.🫂🦋💕

Night was his favorite time, when fools went out drinking and nightmares came alive to devour souls.

After the fourth world war, the world is in shambles. The United States is now known only as "States", divided into two; East Side and West Side. The East is recovering from the war, rebuilding. The West, not so much. Cris and her friends, Danielle and Natasha, struggle to survive in the cut-throat place. They start a gang, calling themselves the Watchers. Things get weird when Users start popping up. People with strange, superpower-like abilities. But they're the least of the Watchers' worries. Trust is broken, enemies are made, people are hit with stop signs. It's almost like their fates are decided with the roll of a die. ******************************* JUST SO YOU KNOW: I wasn't joking with that last sentence. I have a few concrete things that will happen, but I don't really know what's going to happen or if characters will live or die. Because, as the title suggests, I roll the bones. I come up with some ways they can get in or out of a situation, then I roll some dice to choose. Also: This is a story dreamt up by my friends based off a stupid dream I had. I have other, actually serious, stories that I may or may not post here (not sure yet), and I'm working this into that canon. Like fifty years before any of them happen. Mostly so I don't have to do more world building. This is to appease my friends with their crazy story premise. Love you guys.

I bleed into verses not in veins

Poems that I wrote when I was supposed to be in the Gryffindor common room but I was at the top of the Astronomy Tower instead.

This is a book that will be full of random short stories and stuff of that nature that happens to pop into my brain from time to time so.... Yah enjoy.

A collection of short dark academia love stories.

NAME: Collins, Elizabeth CHECK IN: 07/04/2018 PATIENT STATUS: Undiagnosed, treatment options limited; appears to be mentally linked Mentally linked? So they think I'm crazy now? Well, honestly they might be right. I mean who else can do what I can? It's never been recorded, as far as I know. What I can do isn't physical. Purely spiritual. Purely energy. But I can't explain it to them, the doctors. They wouldn't understand. I help people. I calm them when the drugs can't. I can make them see good places, instead of bad ones. But I can do more than that. So much more. If only they knew what I'm capable of.

she fell for Wesley. and she fell hard. but what will happen when Fay catches Wesley kissing Robin? can her best friend, Saige, help her through it? some of the same characters as Star Trek!!!

This is a combination of the words I wish I sent or said but now its too late so I'm telling them to you. I hope my words can share meaning to you as well. but thank you for listening and reading my words not sent.