Non-sense Stories

Random imagines of my favorite Explodo Boy and an OC of mine (Akashi Shirayuki) <3

What if I forgot the password. At least I can search my username and see the published entries. Diary writing is love. There is a hope in my mind about days ahead. The days ahead might be bad for me but there is an equal chance of them being good. This is a hope, I am holding on. Holding hope sounds vulnerable, but to a person trying to hold herself in life- It's translucent future. Glad it's not opaque as before.

Lax lives disguised as a boy to hide from a dangerous organization and her past. She was once subjected to a secret experimental drug designed to push humans beyond normal limits. Although she only took the drug once, it left her body unstable, with occasional blood vomiting, chest pain, and weakness. Her physical appearance mostly remains normal, but the drug can take over during anger or extreme emotional stress, causing changes in hair, eyes, skin tone, voice, or even partial regeneration. She carefully hides these symptoms from others. When she meets Stephon and his group, she initially sees them as tools to manipulate for her safety. Her plan is to use them as bait while keeping her true identity secret. She keeps an emotional distance, afraid her unstable condition could accidentally harm them. As they face danger together, she begins to feel genuine care for them. Small acts of trust, courage, and loyalty start breaking down the walls around her heart. Even after she warns them not to interfere for their own safety, the group finds ways to help her indirectly.

Bed of Proses (Revised Edition) All rights reserved 2018 Revised edition: 2026

‎Aria Skye thought her life was already a disaster-awkward, unlucky, and far from being anyone's main character. ‎But everything changed the night she saw something she wasn't supposed to. ‎Now, she's trapped in a world she doesn't understand... under the watch of Zephyrix Vance-a cold, dangerous man. ‎ ‎And somehow, in the middle of fear, lies, and chaos... ‎she still won't stop talking. ‎That's all it took for Aria Skye to be pulled into a world of power, danger, and secrets. ‎she becomes a problem he can't ignore... and a truth he refuses to believe. ‎Because in his world, silence means survival.

[If you don't know who Sparkle is, she's a character from a game called "HSR". Go watch her trailer if you want to see her overall personality!] _______________________________________ Status: On-going 🗣️ ~In which you are invited to a certain group chat.~ ~𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯!~ _______________[𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘧𝘪𝘤]_______________ "Who are you?" "Me? I am 𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻!" "..." "Okay besides that I'm actually a kid-" _____________________________________________ Warnings (It's a creepypasta book, you get the point.) -PLATONIC. I REPEAT PLATONIC. -I know the marble hornets are not creepypastas, but I'm gonna add them anyway.. Hopefully you don't mind! -Swearing -Very creative...insults? -Violence/Gore/Horrifying stuff idk it's CREEPYPASTA. -Non-sense -No plot -OOC (LOWKEY VERY FANDOMIZED SO BE AWARE.) _____________________________________________

okay so i'm bored af, so i decided to just do it and make a stuffbook (yippie)

(Yeahhh, the cover isn't mine, randomly found it across the internet) I dunno why I did this- But here it is✨ (I suck at drawing so pls don't judge) uhm... and it prob won't be updated unless im rlly bored :D Enjoy!

i wrote this story for fun

Cover work by @RadEmpoleon! (Hey that's me!) Ever since I discovered the Pokémon franchise over 10 years ago, I have always loved it. And I've got a lot to say about it. Here is where I will dump all of that. (AND OTHER CRINGY BIO THINGS) Featuring (from most likely to least likely): -random updates -memories from the games -top 10 lists -requests (if I get any) -recoloring shinies -competitive sets -shiny hunting -art/OCs

Random literary works (and other nonsensical stuffs) created by Miracle Hunt when she's bored af.

Only bc I'm bored 🥱 I'm not gonna post it lol

i've lost all my sanity

While I answered my English module activities, it seemed that I had a bit too much fun with the literary devices part, and thus, started to bloom my very own interest in using onomatopoeia. This book is a series of chatters and claps! A way to express my random ideas and turn them in to stories used for entertainment.

me: extremely smart and never yells guys trust dude: EXTREMELY STUPID AND IS SO MEAN AND HE IS JUST A DUDE👹👹👹👹

FOR MATURE AUDIENCE ☍ "Remove your clothes" Flora ordered as I quickly fumbled with my torn dress, leaving me to shiver in nothing but my thin fabric underneath. I watched her make a twirl with her finger as I forcefully tapped my feet all the way around, stopping once I was completely faced the other way. More instantly than expected, a snapped echoed throughout the air along with my cries, and I dropped down to my bruised knees. Another snap! echoed throughout the room as the rough rope continued to gradually create friction with my pale skin. "Why must you always be so-" another whip clashed against my back "damn" my skin fizzled with the pain of the third hit, "stubborn" Flora said, whipping me for the forth time. Instantly I looked up, horrified as I saw her raise the rope once more, ready to hit me. "Please" I yelped, stoping her with my sour tone. "Please stop" I sobbed. *** Book Riddle: I do the speak of compact, I do not speak by heart. This story, sings from the brittle bone of a prince, a newly wed. I see red, I see blue, I see white stripes in a stabbing duel. When the king falls, he will rise. London's head cracks open, and their necks gush out sticky dyed goo. He is evil, so he is, but nothing can escape, the toxic sensation within.

Just some random jokes and memes

This is a book of my poems. Some may seem light and sweet, some dark and depressing, and some like absolute nonsense . Yet, these are the embodiments of feelings swirling inside me. Feelings you may share and understand.