Myescape Stories

When Estelle, moves to Australia for her fathers job, she thinks that everything is going wrong. But that changes very soon when she meets Luke Hemmings, an Australian heartthrob, she finds out that he is her only escape from life itself.

This is just random stuff I think about and I just wanted to write it down and get it out of my head.

"The sky turned a violent grey and the clouds bunched together. Moments later the thunder rumbled and the lightning struck. Those were the moments I slept the best. I just moved to a new town called Willowspeak with my dad because he just started a small business here. I'm starting college tomorrow and I'm a nervous wreck. This is my first time at a totally different place and I have no idea what the people are going to be like. My dad says I'll be fine. At my old school, I guess I had a lot of friends. I partied, but I was also top in my class. Why do I have a feeling this place will turn my life completely upside-down? And to too it all off, there's a boy I ran into yesterday. Totally hot, but also pretty intimidating. This place could be a fresh start, a whole new me. But what if someone learns about my secrets?

It's that one feeling that gets to me.

All my poety-ish things I've thought to write down to keep. Who are we? Are we just broken? Why do things happen in life?

Stories that I write to unclutter my mind. Sorry they're a bit random.

I don't often get the urge to write, it's a specific mood I have to be in to want it. I really do love literature, plays such as The Crucible (Arthur Miller) specifically. I'd love some advice on my writing, always wanted to ask for it before but don't quite have the nerve to request it from someone in person. This is the start of a stalker(ish) story, involving a currently unnamed girl who is being watched by a stranger. It has a partially-omniscient narrator and I believe I'll use a linear structure for the most part. Here's my actual... Blurb? Looking in, through the simple, white frame window, he saw how broken she was. He rested one finger gently onto the glass, leaving a print upon the freshly cleaned surface which just hours earlier was coated with debris of unknown origin. He appreciated the balance between smooth and strong not only in the glass; but the girl too. Her eyes looked blankly up at the ceiling. Her arm sprawled out, trailing over mattress and blue-tinted sheet, to the border, over the edge, her fingers traced the detail within the woodwork of the handmade mahogany frame. She had found herself here after a conversation on the walk home from college. The talk was nothing new, the usual drama between friends, a situation resolved with a text filled with words dusted over by false promise and followed by an entourage of rainbow love hearts and kisses. This concept, however, had started her fall into a slip and slide of darkness, lost friendships that could not be fixed with her most sincere apology, even when it was not her place, tormented her. These were the thoughts that made her seaweed coloured eyes glaze over for minutes on end, tears swirling in the white abyss of her sclera. Unfocused on the world around her, she was living in memories now and the man smiled in, his heart warming at how small and fragile she seemed in this light, how exposed she became when she thought herself alone.

This is not a story. I am not sure what this is. It is my space to say what is on my mind when I like to. I may just have a prompt one day, post a poem, or just go on a ramble. If you're curious stick around. This is My Escape

this is basically me writing just to express feelings or get everything out nothing real specific

'Words', a weapon powerful enough to break a fragile heart or destroy an immense kingdom. But what if it can be use to heal? What if its a way of escape? I am akshithaa and welcome to the world of Ethereal

I have been told that everyone needs a way to escape. Some read. Some listen to music. Some draw. And some write. Maybe writing will be my escape.

Hi, I'm just a teenager hurting and looking for an escape. I know my poems are bad, but they help me and that's all that matters to me. I recently started writing poetry because there is no wrong way to write it. Or do it. It helps me express how I'm feeling to the world and I thought I should share them. I'm always open to talk about them or to you in private or in the comments if anyone ever reads them. I know that there are more people than just me angry at the world.

This is a story kinda based on the real me... i just added Gene and all the aphmau characters into this. MAY CONTAIN SMUT!! Just wanted to warn u. I havent decided if it will or will not so JUST A HEADS UP....

dont read this

My way to escape reality. ° First time writing a book °My quotes (not stolen from anybody) ° Feel free to use them ° May or may not be cringey ° A little depressing but its okay ° Whatever you read is based on experience from my life , and emotions ive felt

Compilation of songs! How exciting!!!!

This was originally written for a C.J.Biggs Improv Contest over on StoryFire back in 2020.

sequel di My escape || Kendall Schmidt - Logan Henderson in collaborazione con @auristories