Midnightwriting Stories

Behind every fictional character I wrote, there was always a real emotion I never fully knew how to explain. Not a Novel is simply the unfiltered version of that person the mind behind the stories, the military obsessions, the overthinking, and all the feelings that stayed long after the books ended.

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.🫂🦋💕

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

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.

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.

Just things that I write in the middle of the night

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...

Just a collection of oneshots of aus I'd like to read, and maybe others want to read too so I made a book of them! If a specific oneshot catches your eye let me know and I'll turn it into a real book, fair warning I'm bad at updating. I take requests!

Basically just me writing about my life. I hope some of you relate.

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!!!

Hah, I probably wrote anything I put here at 12 - 2 AM. Don't expect these to be good whatsoever, they're probably from a writing prompt I saw on pintrest or something. Also, my glass were broken during the time I wrote the first (and maybe second one if I get around to doing another) so expect my spelling to be shitty. Also probably wrote these in like, 30 minutes so they're short AND rushed :D

Mediocre poetry written through tears at midnight.

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.

Just my bundle of little writings. Warning: angsty

A collection of short dark academia love stories.

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

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.

In which a cat helps two people in love get together. w h y am I making this h e l p suna x reader Probs not what you think Idk Im tired I need sleep Made: April 7th-8th 2021 somewhere between 11:27pm and 1:51am or something Published (for the second time): June 29th 2021 2:57am

I'm always posting dares, questions, and comments for my followers. I have decided that-since no one pays any attention to my wall posts-that I'm going to start putting them as chapters in my book. I'll give shout outs, virtual cookies, and dedications to people who participate. Just make sure to comment year you did, if it's something like posting on your wall or publishing something in one of your stories or something like that.