Nightly Stories

Delilah Lank is the lead singer in a Rock Band called Shattered Glass. When her guitarist of two years leaves the band, she's forced to find a new guitarist before they set out on their fall tour. Desperate with no where else to turn she turns to her old friend Timēna to see if she has any suggestions.

Sometimes I write poems. Some of these are in swedish, some in english. Feel free to read and comment!

this is pretty much to get shit off my chest and to help me feel better about my past

From Harry to Niall. From Louis to Zayn All the way back to Liam. We have one shots after one shots of the amazingly hot, cute, and funny boy band, ONE DIRECTION!!!!!

Acquaintances turn to friends I hope those friends they'll remember me, hold the night for ransom as we kidnap the memories. *Sequel to A Love Like This*

in which jyp forms a 5-member temporary group through a survival show

Who ever said "Sugar and spice and all that's nice, that's what girls are made of" obviously never meet Stephanie, she may be stylish but that's where the similarities end. Instead she's feisty and and stubborn and not afraid to manipulate people to get what she wants. As the daughter of two Millionaires, Stephanie has everything she could possibly want except for the one thing she wants above all else, freedom from her parent's watchful eyes. It's a good thing she has a few tricks hidden up her sleeve because it's time this princess escapes her ivory tower. Summary by Rainne

Penelope Carton was the average popular girl until the day her parents died forcing her to stay with an outcast and his father. But little did they know that the three weren't the only residents in the small apartment.

Just a couple poems I'll be writing. I'll also do blog posts of some sort so yeah

!NOT A STORY! Have you ever wonder? Yes wonder. Daydream? I have and these are the thoughts I have most of my everyday life.

Welcome ladies, aliens, and gentlemen to the Nightly Awards! Join the awards to get prizes, and get discovered! [✡] open for you to join [ ] judging stage [ ] open for public voting sessions [ ] counting the votes [ ] winners announced Let's all be honest, many writers out there don't get the recognition they deserve. And we are here to change that! Every genre is allowed to join. It's simple. Read the rules, follow the instructions, and BAM you're entered. The three of us will love to read all your creative books. So don't be shy and click read. Head over, and join the Nightly Awards! Get ready to strut on the red carpet and join.

I'm an amazing procrastinator. FACT. I'm horrific at time management. FACT. None of my ideas will ever be completed unless they're purposefully left unfinished. FACT (most of the time). I love that cover. FACT.

TRIGGER WARNING* alis volat propriis "she flies with her own wings" Disco Inferno p.2 "I learn through suffering." 2018. The year of me. A piece of my writing everyday of the year will be kept here as a log. *Id adore you if you could vote on chapters* -Please do not take credit for my work- *this story has chapters that deal with wlw feelings, sexuality questioning, suicidal thoughts and actions, depression, sadness, loss, struggles of self appreciation, self harm, and a few others I can't remember so please be aware and be safe while reading this. If anyone of this is triggering for you to read, please stop reading it and be safe, I'm always here to talk to if you need someone

Lilly Stevens is just another typical teen with a just about typical life. She lives with an evil 'parent' and stepsister, goes to school, obsesses over bands, chores, homework and such. It suddenly takes a twist as a new neighbors move in next door. Nobody said exactly they were a typical, normal family....

These are a few poems written by me which feature many of the feelings a man may feel during his exhausted lone nights. Each and every poem featured is based on my own personal experiences. No poem has by any means intentions of offending someone or a community. Please do provide a feedback! Enjoy.

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