Nighttime Stories

some of my poems! most of them are free verse and have self projection, and a few rhyme these poems mean a lot to me!

They've promised that dreams can come true, but forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams too.

a compilation of short stories based on the moment in which I was inspired to write them. so basically my experiences but drama. (I promise its good) sorry if I dont update regularly, my inspiration likes to take long vacations alot.

Odessa lives in the small town of Barre MA. She is navigating through life feeling numb and out of place. She ends up in situations no young girl should be in, making dangerous mistakes. But when her close friend shows up murdered her world starts to crumble. She is more than intrigued by night life, parties, drugs, and hanging out with shady older guys. This is a mystery/thriller very loosely based off real events. Enjoy :)

The thoughts that I see.

Katara... Katara... Katara... Whether dreaming or awake, it's always the same. The same low voice, the same lilting melody. Day and night, night and day. Sunrise, waxing into noontide, sunset, waning into twilight. It is a voice she has never heard, or perhaps a voice she has only heard once, yet a voice Katara swears she recognizes-a siren song she knows, knows like she knows herself.

*:･ﾟ✧*:-✧ :-⋆.ೃ࿔*:･☾✧˚ · .˚ · .⋆.࿔*:✧˚ -: ✧ "..How do you feel about the stars?" "The stars? I think they're gorgeous, almost like you." ╭──╯ . . . . .𓇻. . . . . ╰──╮ "What the hell even is this? A symbol?" "Hold on, shut up. I think I've seen this before.." . . . . . Another book that'll probably take a few universal resets to update yayy But yeah, I get random ideas, I post them (not all-) Feel free to leave opinions and criticism, it'll only help me ^^ Ty for reading!

A snowy haiku, what else can I say?

This is my first time publishing, please be nice. This is a flash fiction postcard story I wrote for English 12. I know not much happens, I had a 600 word limit. Please please be kind lmao <3

Buttons walk in the park leads him to trouble

Who is Chris Marty?

Sad boy hours (cover might change every now and then)

You're at home all alone, sad & crying over something that happened in the day. Your boyfriend & pro hero, Hawks comes home & finds you all upset. He asks you what's wrong, but you refuse to tell him. He then picks you up & the two of you set off flying into the night in hopes this will tell him what's wrong. Instead of talking, you end up falling asleep in Hawks's arms.

~short story~ ☆Calum Hood☆ &quot;What are you doing here at 1:30 am?&quot; &quot;What about you? What are you doing?&quot; &quot;I asked you first&quot;

Two mismatched individuals meet unexpectedly. What follows is a night of exploration and self-discovery that neither one expected.

a weird mix of my 3am thoughts and random poems

The thoughts race through your mind; escaping logic and time. A feeling of desperation a lack of belonging; As you grip your notebook and confess how you feel, trying to escape, deny your emotional fate emotions spill out into words. And become Midnight Thoughts. My first messy little poetry collection <3 I hope it resonates with you :) suggestions appreciated!

Soft fall breezes, sunny kissed lake shores, and nature's beauty. Three simple things that make staying alive worth it... Risks are something that must be taken to create the opportunity of adventure.

Have you ever wondered what it would be like your soulmate? Alexa has she has wondered that and so much more, being raised by strict parents, all Alexa wants is freedom never did she expect to find that and true love all under the night sky...

Every night the light turns on. It calls from the attic of the house, silently. I've watched it for years, waiting every night to catch a glimpse of who turns it on. I've waited long enough.