Mood Stories

The manor had been standing for centuries, indifferent to the lives it fostered and fractured. On the night of the ball beneath the glimmering lights, two paths fatally collide illustrating that tragedy does not always commence with violence. Read the prologue for more information. #1 in manor 02/25/26 #1 in flyaway 02/26/26 #1 in mood 03/10/26 (I drafted this but decided to re-upload it)

Feels like a living nightmare but so hauntingly beautiful, deceiving us into staying a little longer...

Abrie Warren never expected a Portland synagogue wedding to change her life - but that was before Judd Nelson walked in wearing sunglasses indoors and looking at her like she was a plot twist he didn't see coming. Abrie finds herself swept into the warm, chaotic orbit of Judd's sisters, his unhinged actor friends, and the kind of chemistry that feels like a long‑take in a 90s indie film.

Just as the title says! Feel free to look around and be inspired :) Moodboards, fancasts and more, all made by me!

'I will marry' Yeah finally the asshole had something to say, he kept my sister waiting for ages. He better treat her very well or else I'd be their little honeymoon package and I'd show him all of my karate skills. 'But I'll marry you' He pointed his finger at me, the hell was he talking about? I almost chuckled thinking it's a joke but everyone else just stood as if there was nothing that could be said against it. 'W_hat?' My sister said almost breaking. The asshole made my sister cry???????? 'Am sorry I can't marry you I am more attracted to your little sister' I almost jumped to him, until I heard my sister crying while she left the room. I was about to run after her but I stood in front of the so called husband, 'Fuck you' that was all I could say.

Hello, my dear readers hope you enjoy my poetry. I just wanted to convey my feeling through this poetry hope it did. Thank you so much my dear readers ❤✌

A Collection of daily short thoughts to inspire your day

Толгойд минь буусан утгагүй мөртүүд -Ямар нэг өгүүллэг биш хийгээд өөрийн сэтгэл санааны тэмдэглэлийг оруулж буй тул өнгөрөөж болно оо.

Pain. Joy. Cracks in the chest. Soft, sharp, messy, beautiful. Some feelings scream. Some feelings whisper. Some feelings hide. Here are all my thoughts , and some random poems that I wrote when had a lot in my head.

Most people couldn't care less about the description, they're too busy getting lured in by flashy covers. And let's face it, my cover ain't gonna win any beauty contests anytime soon. Here's to hoping that there are still readers out there who value substance over style, who won't judge this book by its plain cover So here's the deal: This book is moody, like a journal that only gets updated when the author feels like it. Reading between the lines is kinda necessary here, and don't expect a play-by-play of my day. It's just gonna be a loose collection of thoughts and emotions (sappy, I know). If you're expecting a perfectly crafted piece of literature, you're probably in the wrong place. But if you're open to something a little more raw, a little more real, and a little more human, you're welcome to read. The author might be a bit delusional, thinking she's some kind of poetic genius, but hey, she'll try (emphasis on "try"). So if you're down for a cozy, laid-back kinda read with some sappy emotions and questionable grammar, step right up! No promises though...who knows if you'll actually like it? I sure as heck don't. (All banner covers are sourced from Pinterest)

These are poems I wrote when I was depressed or being downright pessimistic. Poems I wrote were I was thinking of just melting into oblivion. I know that some of you may relate to it so please enjoy reading. The following poems may talk about suicide, self-harm, depression and other things that may trigger the reader. Please read at your own risk.

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The Mood Story was created when this account was conjoined. So, it is created by the other girl who was on the account.

No despair. No depression. Some fun. Some PerceptioN. A collection of a few little products of my boredom. My best work is in the later chapters. ... Highest rank - #169 in poetry - 5/5/16