Истории Passtime

Past time|Remembrance|Quotes|Fruit of Imagination|Stories|Experiences|

Here, I made a bunch of small stories based on a word or two, you can even give me ideas! None of these stories are real, some of them may be realistic and based on events, but none are real. Feel free to give writing tips as I am new!

A bunch of random stories and poems that I wrote when I was in middle school

This is just a random set of statements and all you got to do is vote if you agree. If you disagree you can drop a 👎in the comment section.

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The poet uses the English sonnet ( 3 quatrains and 1 couplet with alternate rhyme - ababa cdcd efef gg) to explicitly analyze the social effect of the 'COVID-19' pandemic. In the third verse, he pleaded for a second chance to do all the underrated activities, which to his realizations were the most important. He pleads for heavenly intervention in the last two lines.

This is my digital portfolio for my communications class, COMM110-F19-208-3589-C. I will be posting all my assignments on here as separate chapters. Names will be changed to help protect the privacy of my friends and loved ones. I hope you enjoy the different things that will be posted on here, and please feel free to leave comments. :) Photo by Carli Jeen on Unsplash

Better don't ......cause this is my trash station

Just a collection, of what pass through my mind. There are no orders, and sometimes I may, or I may not write things that are not always happy-go-lucky, so yeah. Anyway, this nothing more than something I write to vent off. Actually very different from what I usually write on my account. So, don't expect something that, is thought through or complicated. Sometimes, when you think too much and that you can't really go discuss with someone, write on whatever mediums you want, can allow you to pass a slightly lighter day. Even if, it's not always that happy or relaxing. Anyway, thank you for reading what I write, and see you next time! -DawnLicht

Helo, dis is were I rite staff when aim bord or angri...

John is quite tall and handsome but afraid to love someone because he thought it will just ends by heartbreak through his parents experience were his dad cheat to his mom and his dad left them alone. John is a singer but he's the person who really shy to show it in crowded place. His mother or his family is wealthy but he decided to be an independent so that he could live and Do whatever he want. His enemy saint was his roommate ( Love being alone) they become closer at their first meet but suddenly it goes to be war on their dorm as always. Saint is a singer he's popular at their school because of his voice and angel face but the truth is he has an evil side sometimes.They're both studying an engineering architecture so that they could build their own design and dream house and same room in school How much do you think it will end!? A love? Enemy forever ? or couple for the rest of life?

Those little things and stupid thoughts that never seem to leave your head

All this story is about how I came in this world which wasn't less than a fantasy for me n I was so eager to live the life to fullest n here I share some experiences of mine with u guys

The human race is like a paradox. Only much more complicated... We don't realise that the things we say or do make no sense at all, even if we say them every day of our lives. This is an eye opener to.. just basically anything. I'm done and run out of words.

Kylie Edmunds' Poetry. Its sad, isn't it? That someone so young had to experience pain enough to be able to write these.

a concept idea

A grandma and her granddaughter Jillian share their first Guava together, while her grandma tells the story about her first friend and the memories she had while eating guavas.

what i do, in my free time.