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[RANT BOOK 1] This is not a STORY Book or Collection of POEMS. This is a RANT BOOK. Tired of the billionaire CEO who "smirks" every three seconds? So am I. If you've ever rolled your eyes at a "clumsy" protagonist or a "bad boy" with a heart of gold, you're in the right place. Rants: Dissecting the tropes we love to hate and that need to retire. Interact: Questions to get your blood boiling. Polls: For those who prefer to click rather than type. The Pit: A comment section where the real comedy happens Grab your tea and let's complain together.

──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 is a poetic memoir of becoming, an unfolding of myself, one fragile petal at a time. This collection traces my journey through the fragile and tangled years of teenagehood. Through each poem, you would get a glimpse of raw and unfiltered moments of love, heartbreak, loss, confusion and even hints of clarity. The title is more than just a name : it is a metaphor of growth and acceptance . Each year, each experience was a petal unfolding . Some were soft like teenage innocence while others were jagged, stained with blood, weathered by heartbreak and resilient in reaching. Some were glowing red under the eternal sunlight of euphoria while others were withered due to the droughts of insecurity and floods of pent up emotions . But together these roses compose the bouquet of my becoming. Now I offer this bouquet to you, dear reader, and hope you find petals of your own and embrace the garden you are meant to be. ──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝟒 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ⟪ h i g h e s t r a n k i n g s ⟫ #1 in poesia (out of 15k stories) #1 in spokenword (out of 4.57k stories) #1 in personalthoughts (out of 2.5k stories) #1 in personalexperience (out of 1.57k stories) #1 in freeverse (out of 7.74k stories)

Written in the quiet hours between survival and surrender, this collection holds poems born from deep duress. Each piece is a raw fragment of my soul-capturing the chaos, grief, numbness, and flickers of hope that carried me through some of my darkest days. This is not polished pain. This is what it looks like when healing begins before you even realize you're still alive. These poems are for anyone who's ever: • Cried in silence • Smiled through breaking • Wanted out, but stayed anyway • Held on by a single thread of hope • Needed to be reminded they are not alone If you've ever wondered if your pain is valid, your healing possible, or your voice heard-this book is for you.

Hey y'all 👋🏽 So......before you continue, this isn't the usual story you'll see on Wattpad It's just about me 😮‍💨 Yeah I'm Alex though I just got into the university I guess this would be a follow up on my university life, if you can keep up🥲💜 let's hope my life turns out interesting, although some stuff already happened in the few weeks I've been here

These are just some of my journal entries throughout the days and weeks. The lengths of the entry will vary depending on what happened during the day and how I felt. The grammar and capitalization won't be very accurate, but I DO actually know how to write properly. *DISCLAIMER* some of my entries may be triggering; read at your own risk includes very mild cursing

This book will include updates for ongoing stories and post information about new, upcoming stories!

There is a photograph of a little girl standing in a grocery store. The problem is that she feels like a stranger. And that's impossible. I've shared every heartbeat she's ever had. Every birthday. Every bad haircut. Every embarrassing crush. Every dream she was too afraid to say out loud. So why does she feel like someone I've never met? Nobody Was Missing begins with a simple question and spirals into something much stranger. Through childhood memories, teenage mistakes, astrology charts, first loves, heartbreaks, concerts, insomnia, big-city dreams, stray cats, and the quiet loneliness of becoming an adult, one woman attempts to investigate a disappearance she cannot quite explain. Along the way, she discovers that memory behaves more like storytelling than history, that some heartbreaks are actually misunderstandings, and that growing up may be far more mysterious than anyone admits. Part memoir, part philosophy, part psychological exploration, Nobody Was Missing is a book about the people we used to be, the people we're still becoming, and the unsettling possibility that time changes less than we think. For anyone who has ever looked at an old photograph and wondered, "What happened to that person?" this book is an invitation to ask a different question. One that might change everything.

Welcome to my personal Hell. Here, the words are so sharp, they'll cut you open without remorse. The environment here is sustained by your screams. The air is thick with guilt and silence. Don't worry, though. Those twisted, black creatures you see walking around ?? They are the guardians here, my own personal demons. But they won't harm you, oh no. They will only mess with your emotions, get you to doubt yourself and wish you were dead. The darkness here is oppressive, yet there's light all around. It's a ghost town, eerily silent and calm. But little do you know... It's only the calm before the storm...

Welcome to MOONLIGHT MONOLOGUES. ✨️ This is the place where you get to know about me more deeply. I write my comfort here. I live my happiness here. I started my life here. 🥀 ~Dearxwrits 🧿

To you I write these.. and to me who gave my everything.

Here are the monotonous monologues that continuously reverberate within the confines of his modest mind, offering a glimpse into the intricate web of thoughts that shape his literary world.

Vent Writings

The Journal of Someone Who Didn't Know What They Wanted

My opinions, thoughts, rants, personal stuff, top tens. And yeah

This is basically where I unload, show you my schedule, what I'm writing, give you sneak peaks and sometimes ask for suggestions. This is my free space and I'm willing to write about everything and anything.

I CHANGED MY MIND; DON'T READ THIS!! Who would even want to read this anyway? This is a legit ass diary of my life And I am not sure if I should publish this Too personal. I just like the idea that people can read this but I don't want them to.

this will come back to haunt me one day I just know it anyway, I kinda like writing so here's some poems and stuff some of these might be some drafts for school, stuff abt me or completely random and unrelated!! I hope none of my irl friends see this or else I'll get slimed anyway baiiii ★

just read me getting into my feelings

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A young girl named Aurora Age 18 Wants a world like Wanda like her world how she wanted it and how it's like a tv show Has 2 parents Has 2 siblings Has A crush Has 6 friends A young girl that goes through mental depression and anxiety and emotions and she's scared to lose her one and only that she thinks and hopes he's her one and only Hope to have a true happy ending this story is gonna. Be like a diary