Истории Personalwriting

Hi, I'm Knat. These are moments from my life. I write them down to remember. there's no plot or theme or stakes here, just honesty. my loves and anguish. I hope you can find yourself too.

Reflections is a collection of short pieces - a space for random thoughts, feelings, and little moments that stick with you. Some are quiet, some messy, but all honest. Take a moment, read, and maybe find a bit of yourself in these words. A place to pause, think, and just feel.

Two poems. One confession. A journey through the words, emotions, and truths that remained locked away for far too long.

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This is a collection of my thoughts that bring out all the emotions from my heart. As if they were letters never meant to be sent. A reflection on all that is emotional with some key bits of love, friendship, and growing up. Quiet moments that shaped us that can turn painful at times yet cherishing every bit.

These are Criminal mind short stories of each of the seasons love stories between agents and their on screen love interests. The characters are not my own but the stories and writing style is completely my own.

WRITTEN BY SOFIA VITORATOS ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 🏆 #3rd Place in Poetry in Sparkle Awards (Second Edition) 🏆 #2nd Place in Poetry in Summer Magic Monthly Poetry Awards 🏆 #3rd Place in Poetry in The Sapphire Awards 🏆 #2nd Place in Poetry in The Genre Awards 🏆 #3rd Place in Poetry in The Sitting Awards From the beginning of the great events, the colors of the senses and thoughts, influenced in every way the current and perhaps future, revealing element of knowledge and pumping through personal writing. "Oh, Sacrifice of desire you hide yourself in the expression of emotion! And you spread your sweetness with candor without exchange!" ~ @sorenavit Pieces. Personal feelings. Personal writing. ***ΝΟΝΕ OF THE PICTURES (ACTORS, VIEWS ETC) IN THE STORY BELONG TO ME*** All rights reserved. Any form of piracy towards the novel is illegal. No part of this book can be reproduced or modified in any form, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system.

Wanna learn about the Solar people? Here's your guide to the world of Solar and things about them. This is my personal work, I'm putting things on here as small teasers of my more original work.

My digital diary, real life experiences and deliberations. As a means to preserve my dignity, I choose to remain anonymous, but will love to converse with you. If you'd like to read the contents of the mind of a young Christian woman, feel free to peruse, but please don't judge.

I wrote this for him, but now I want you to read it. :)

It is about being stuck in the darkness for so long that you start to imagine the light. You chase that light thinking it's freedom, but in the end, the light was never real. But it faded and so did the darkness.

Any trouble writing your ideas and thoughts? Or do you simply have no idea at all what to do? That's alright, I can help you out with those! I accept commissions for personal use, either it will be a fanfiction for yourself or a story you'll be gifting to a friend. For more details about Writing Commissions, please read the contents. Thank you very much.

A small, short, more personal story that I decided to put here as I'm going through a lot, I feel I have no outlet, so...why not speak to the world a bit? Also..last time I was even active on here was about a year or two ago, figure I'd be alive. I don't expect this to get much interaction, in fact..I really hope it doesn't, its not meant to be like that anyway. The me now, hates posting this.

She didn't write to be understood - she wrote to stay alive. Each page of this diary breathes with the quiet ache of a girl who refused to disappear beneath her pain. This isn't a story about heartbreak. It's about surviving yourself - the long nights, the silent mornings, the moments when even breathing felt too loud. Dear the Girl Who Survived Everything is a diary that refused to heal alone. It's inked in honesty, trembling hands, and a heartbeat that kept going even when everything else stopped. Read it slowly. Feel it deeply. And maybe, somewhere between her words and yours, you'll remember - you made it too.

I never planned to share these. They were just some journal entries I wrote when my heart felt too full-of love, of memories, of people I once thought would stay. Some of them are about someone from my past. Some of them are about the kind of love I'm still hoping to find. If you're reading this, I guess these words aren't just mine anymore. Maybe you'll find something here that feels familiar. Here's to bringing us closer.

There was a time when I was writing... without knowing I was leaving. This collection brings together blog entries written years ago - raw, expressive, and honest in ways I did not fully understand at the time. These are moments of observation, culture, curiosity, and quiet questioning. I have not rewritten them. I have simply returned to them. Because sometimes, you don't realise you were documenting change... until life has already moved you forward. This is Part I. The version of me that was still learning.

just some things I'll write. Poetry? maybe. They all sure as hell won't rhyme but this is stuff from my notebook or my mind.

random ass spurs of creativity (?¿) or thoughts because i love writing and whats the harm in publishing what i love amirite

The first 3 are really old and stupid but I'm trying to write more now. Most of these are vent poems I don't even know what these are. Not poems, just words.