Myself Stories

မိန်းကလေး ပုံစံက ငယ်ရွယ်ပင်မယ့် အခြားသူတွေ လို ကြောက်ရွံ့သည့်ပုံစံ တစ်စက် မျှမရှိ။ ငိုယိုပြီး အသနားခံရမည့်ပုံစံ အစား သူမက မျက်လုံးအပြူးသာဖြင့် အခန်းအတွင်းက ပတ်၀န်းကျင် စူးစမ်းလေ့လာနေသည်။ နေသန်က စားပွဲကို လက်ဖြင့် ပုတ်လိုက်ပြီး "ဟေ့ ! မင်းရဲ့ အပြုအမူ‌တွေ ကို သတိထား။ ပတ်၀န်းကျင်ကို လျှောက်လှည့်ကြည့်မနေနဲ့" နေသန်ပြောတော့ ကောင်မလေး က လျှာ ကို ထုတ်ပြပြီး ကုလားထိုင်ပေါ် ထိုင်ချလိုက်သည်။ "နာမည် ဘယ်လို ခေါ်လဲ" မေးပြီး နေသန်က သူ့ရဲ့ ခေါင်းကို ငုံ့ မှတ်တမ်းတင်သည်။ "ဘက်တီ ဘရောင်း" "အသက် ဘယ်လောက်ရှိပြီးလဲ" "၁၈ နှစ်" "မင်းရဲ့ လိင် အမျိုးစားက ဘာလဲ" မေးတော့ ဘက်တီက သူမအသံကိုမြင့်ပြီး "ဒီမှာ ..ရုပ်ကို ကြည့်ပြီး ယောင်္ကျားလား မိန်းမ လား မ‌ခွဲတတ်ဘူးလား" သူမက နေသန် ကို ရူးနေသလား ဆိုသည့် အကြည့်ဖြင့် ကြည့်နေချိန် နေသန်က သူမကို မော့က

Well, I'm just writing not because I want people to read, but because I want to let out what I never got to say.

ژانر ترسناک | مافیایی | تاریک | تۆڵە لە شارێکی تاریکدا کە یاسا دەنگی نییە، ناوی یەک پیاو هەموو دڵێک دەترسانێت: Joen Junk Kook. خوێن، ترس و دەسەڵات... بەڵام کاتێک ڕابردوو هەست دەکات بگەڕێتەوە، هیچ مافیایەک پارێزراو نابێت.

Yes I did write the title that way intentionally. But uh... my art, idk, probably gonna put other random stuff here as well.

Tường thành mang tên thanh xuân....

𝙶𝚎𝚝 𝚃𝚘 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙼𝚎 o( ❛ᴗ❛ )o

-مكتملـة- "ريشـة بهيـة عـن العالـم خفيـة، تتنـزه هنـا وهنـاك، تنثـر كلماتـها بِـ ولهـان... " - لينـور كيـم Debut : 30/4/2022

shit so bad its got me writing idek what this is, but you should read :DD *all written by yours truely*

A VARIETY OF POIEMS WRITTEN BY MYSELF.

+Story spoilers and chapters Idk why but I'm bored I'll talk about random shit and have yapping sessions

A collection of poems exploring light and darkness - growth and doubt, hope and reality. Celestia is for the quiet souls, the silent growers, and those learning to bloom at their own pace. May the sun bring you hope. May the moon guide you. May the stars light your path. ~The_Moon_5

Yn : what are you talking about!! Tae : so you don't know what I'm talking About Yn : no Tae : It was you right It's always you

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"SageMcMae" When her kind frequented the oceans, mermaids spent hours polishing their scales and knotting their tresses with beads and shells to attract a mate. Rey can't imagine such a tedious thing. She has no interest in a mate. Not that it matters since she is the last mermaid. One morning she wakes up to find a small offering left outside her home. She catches only a glimpse of alabaster and obsidian before the creature dives into the murky depths of the deep sea. On the edge of the drop-off, Rey is left with a choice: Stay in the light or follow into the dark.

So this is my bio/rants cause you know.. Those bitches be hatin' and I be writin' (I usually don't talk like that)

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a young lady finds herself inking down the words her heart could never say to another soul. these very virtual pages hold memories, moments, and musings from her childhood. moments that are now turning into a mere figment of her brain which are told poetry. 【 a poetry collection 】 © 2022-present sylvia mahmood / aureatekey. all rights reserved. This body of work is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen and you may be at risk of malware. Please notify the original author.

MUITIPLE FANDOMS, STUFF IDK!

You love short stories? Well, you come to the right place! This will be a collection of short stories featuring me, my friends, George, Francine, Loretta, Benjamin, and many more colorful characters! So, enjoy your time in Story Land!

A compilation of my own untold tales of forbidden romance, murder, death and silent lust. "My faith has been raided by your black magic woven on your pomegranate lips" "I'd go to your coffin and step at it, and you shall hear the muffled sound getting louder that will signal you, war has begun" "My vengeance is like the bite of a deadly rattlesnake. Venom shall travel from your artery to your heart until I suffocate you with it" "Bones are chiseled into chalices filled with humanity's blood and the saliva of demons, just like you and I" All my dreams, cremated in flames and buried in the coffin of my own crazed mind. The silence pushes the trigger behind my back, and the cuts on my wrists bleed till a vein is unstitched. The own conscience of one actually never mattered.....its the actions that violently change its mind when it grows paranoid.... "I l-loved y-you....but you destroyed its power leaving it in ashes around my lifeless self" - Does this have a hidden depth of a story to it? Its your own decision, child. Your own path of choice.. Cover by: JaneOng1 / / Rankings / / #288 ( 6/19/18 )