Moodywriting Stories

Every college has that party-the one people talk about for years. At Blackstone University, it's the Halloween Bash in Dorm 6. Costumes. Music. Too much vodka. And this year... death. When a group of students wake up after the party only to realize it's still October 31st, they think it's a hangover. But as the night resets again, and again. they start to understand: they're stuck in a time loop. And each time it restarts, someone dies in a new, more brutal way. Trapped in an endless Halloween, the survivors must figure out what's causing the loop before none of them make it to November 1st. Because the party's not over until they're all dead.

The Mind of a Degenerate Young Woman is an intimate, raw look at the chaos of addiction and the struggle to break free. After months of reckless drinking and toxic relationships, a young woman battles her inner demons as she fights to stay sober. As she grapples with regret, shame, and the emptiness of her past choices, she's forced to face the truth about herself. This is a story about addiction, self-doubt, and the painful but hopeful journey toward healing.

Two strangers. Two lives built on opposite sides of the world. One identical face that changes everything. It's not a story about a girl and a boy, it's a story about the fate of two girls. When Mahira's scandal explodes online, she turns to Vedika-the girl who looks like her-to protect the boy she loves. Their temporary arrangement fixes the scandal... but awakens something far more dangerous. A buried truth. A twisted fate. A connection that shouldn't exist-yet refuses to stay hidden. Because if fate wrote them twice... it was never for something simple.

Some feelings don't know how to leave quietly. Clouds Inside My Chest is a collection of poems that live somewhere between love and loss, softness and collapse, silence and screaming. Each page feels like a storm you tried to name but never fully understood. Inside these poems, you'll find memories that blur like rain on glass, emotions too heavy to hold but too beautiful to let go of, and words that feel like they were written at 3AM when the world is asleep but the heart isn't. This book is for anyone who has ever felt too much and said too little. A quiet ache. A soft breaking. A sky full of things you can't explain. Written by Raven.

A Reflection of the Unseen and Unspoken. This journal is an ongoing journey through the complexities of my mind, exploring the highs and lows of thoughts, emotions, and experiences. It's a space where I reflect on the risks, struggles, and small moments that shape who I am. Still developing, each entry uncovers new layers, questioning and learning along the way.

Duty is sharp. Devotion sharper. In a world of discipline, honor, and shadowed halls, Lan Wangji's quiet devotion with Xie Lian hides a bond that should never exist. Every glance, every wordless moment carries the weight of unspoken feelings. A story of loyalty, restraint, and the kind of connection that can't be named aloud. -🌟- #wuxia #xianxia #chinesefantasy #darkfiction #forbiddenbond #platoniclove #emotionalwriting #haunting #poeticprose #loneliness

📚 10 Parts · Dual POV · Bilingual • Queer Island Summer • Short Story 💬 #MidnightCitrus ~*~ 🪷~*~ Lucia has been living in the background since her mother died - overlooked in her own home, passed over in her own life. She's learned to stay small, to let things go, to keep her head down. Then Trix appears. An outsider with eyes that never leave her. She says little, but she listens. She offers small kindnesses, subtle provocations, and a pull toward something Lucia has never dared explore. Every shared look, every unspoken word feels like a door only they can see - one that could lead anywhere. Midnight Citrus is a story for the reader who lingers on what's unsaid - a quiet, bi-curious spark told in prose, meant to bloom in the space between the lines. ~*~ Lucía ha vivido en un segundo plano desde la muerte de su madre: ignorada en su propia casa, ignorada en su propia vida. Ha aprendido a ser pequeña, a dejar pasar las cosas, a mantener un perfil bajo. Entonces aparece Trix. Una forastera con una mirada que nunca la abandona. Habla poco, pero escucha. Ofrece pequeñas muestras de cariño, sutiles provocaciones y la atrae hacia algo que Lucía nunca se ha atrevido a explorar. Cada mirada compartida, cada palabra no dicha, se siente como una puerta que solo ellas pueden ver, una que podría llevar a cualquier parte. Cítricos de Medianoche es una historia para el lector que se detiene en lo no dicho: una chispa silenciosa y bicuriosa contada en prosa, destinada a florecer en el espacio entre líneas.