Originalwriting Stories

Reborn in a world that contrasted hers, this is the tale of a woman who steels her nerves. Valeria Aegis Peridot - a name reborn, seeking something far deeper than honor and adorn. She faces choices heavy as lead, each one weighed against the morals she's bred. And when the path ahead grows harder to tread, Will she hold fast her soul and resolve to lead?

I already had designed this cover do that's why the title is the way it is, but this book is more just me posting the uncompleted ideas I was inspired to work on but never finished(going from older work to newer work(I hope you can see improvement)). These mostly use Sanders sides character, but have a smattering of some OC's I came up with. Hope you like it! (Also, I might rewrite some of these and post them here as well)

just a little place for all my misc. writing <3 includes fandom oneshots & original works!

just a couple of my poems :) sorry if they get dark, hope you enjoy!

When journalist Courtney discovers that the employees at a local diner won't eat the beef stew because they think it's tainted, she starts looking for answers. She doesn't realize that the answer will put her in eminent danger until she's right in the middle of it all. Follow her journey to see what you might be eating for lunch.

Or don't I guess but it'd be nice

these are angst one shots of (basically) dead fandom or little active. they are of my favorite characters since theres none on internet, i suppose.

A collection of my poetry. Please don't repost these anywhere without permission/credit.

my writing

A collaboration of three best friends and their own poetic works.

A book filled with short stories and poetry I have written over the years.

The bright artificial lights of the old gas station flickered. The buzzing of the machines was the only sound in the dead silent store, save the light Christmas music coming from the speakers despite the fact that it was April. The scent was thick with gasoline and fake hotdog meat. All-in-all, it was almost a normal night shift for Josh. Almost.

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝.

The story you are about to read is about a secret agents adventures for a good part of her adult life. This is very much affected by her childhood troubles and its up to her to fix whats happened around her. Eventually I hope for it to become its own novel. This story is still a WIP, so any comments can be very helpful to me.

My own take on the idea that once a dog dies they continue coming back as another dog in search of their purpose in life, and that it eventually leads them back to their favorite human out of all of their lives. What is a purpose? Is it that one thing you desperately crave to find so you end up throwing your whole life away to figure out what you mean to the world in your short life, or maybe it is something that was thought up to make others believe that they are worth more than what they are made out to be. What would my purpose be, do I even have a purpose, or am I just some meaningless being on Earth? My name is Atlas, I started out as a carefree dog living with my boy, watch as I begin to travel from life to life in search of the one thing I need in life, a purpose.

A mad wishes to cleanse the world of evil! A man named Lawrence found himself born on a special time of year. This special time of year was the time of which only came around every 4 years. It was the day of February 29. There were many rumors about people who were born on February 29. The biggest rumor was that men who were born on that day were mad men. Lawrence wished to cleanse the world of evil. But his tactics of doing so were considered rather... mad.

My point of view of the night our beloved Geoffrey Krueck lost his life.

She only exists when the rain falls and mist rises from the dry earth. Petrichor, they say, and what they mean is the magic of a smell.

frag·ile /ˈfrajəl,ˈfraˌjīl/ adjective: fragile (of an object) easily broken or damaged. A story of a being whose life could be summed up by nothing more then a shattered window and a wrist full of red tears. {I do not own the cover}