Personification Stories

exploring inner voices of ordinary things with a simple question "If I were a...?" This collection is not strictly autobiographical. The poems explore emotions, identities, and perspectives: some lived, some imagined, some observed.

In the year 2077, the world was forever changed when atomic fire ravaged the surface. Humanity survived in underground bunkers, and upon their exit into the broken planet, carried on for generations to come. However, it wasn't just the humans who survived armageddon. As years pass, worlds always change, and new life is born. One species thought to be exterminated managed to just barely survive their culling, and now one of them explores the wasteland, hoping to learn more about humanity while avoiding their violent tendencies. Along the way, he will discover a new evil that threatens to destroy the new world's way of life, but this time for good. This creature, one of the few remaining Intelligent Deathclaws left in the world, hopes to stop this new cataclysmic event before it happens, and maybe show humanity they don't have to be fearful of what they fail to understand.

(COVER ART DRAWN BY THE AMAZING LAMPSHADE! lampshade_floortile on deviantart and discord! 12/14/25 EST) Older than any human, younger than any mountain, that is who we call America. The United States had its history of disasters, war, and everything wrong. Surprisingly, it's also got a childhood too like any other mortal. Over the years, he's seen and heard everything from his sons and daughters, all the way to where his presidents stand.

Your mind is a burning room, a drowning storm, and a torturing fairy-tale all at once. Now, descend through its layers and discover what waits in the one place even the flames can't reach. Sad Sundays is my weekly space to share melancholic poetry, words that help me navigate the stillness, the weight, and the quiet storms of recovery. Each Sunday, I post a new piece that I've written, using poetry to process my journey through detox and rehab, to face the difficult parts of healing, and to find meaning in the silence. Every poem is written by hand with help from the Rhymezone platform. This series is as much for me as it is for anyone who finds comfort in knowing they're not alone on their gray days. I will eventually try to tie most of my work together into a larger piece, but first and foremost, this will function as a collection of my writings while I am going through detox. There may be an underlying story, but perhaps not. Find out next week, and join me for a Sad Sunday moment. New Upload every Sunday at 18:00 (6 PM) German time - CET/CEST (UTC+1/UTC+2).

Based on nationbeingthing art by @lullindo on Instagram (https://instagram.com/lullindo), I do not own any characters. All drawings by Lullindo. Just for clarification, I'm using Lullindo's art just for writing inspiration, and this story is not part of canon. Brash, brave, bad Russia always ends up in big trouble with her siblings and almost everyone she meets. Will she ever find her true love?

A compilation of short stories made from a moody teen, who crack fictions all the negativity inside them. Original stories and badly done fanfiction too. All from a moody teen.

Was, is, and will remain a life, well lived.

It's a creation myth of how the world came to be through the love of two beings. Completed

The personifications of the country's of the world have been abandoned on an island with no means of escape, the world has abandoned them and they don't know why! With dangerous new creatures and weather that no ones ever seen before, how could they possibly escape this place? The countrys have been abandoned by their government and left to die out at sea, but they won't go away that easily. Will they manage to get back home? Will everyone survive? Can they rely on each other for survival and leave unscathed? FIND OUT BY READING, DO IT, DO IT RIGHT NOW >:]

it's not Hetalia it's not countryhumans just my fandom I hope you enjoy

What causes Deja vu? Could it be memories you're remembering from a past life? This seems to be happening to Ema Miller lately. It also doesn't help when angels keep mistaking her for someone else. She's never felt like she belonged in the world, but she will realize her role in it; she is the mother of the angels. AU. Chuck/OFC. S4-S5 Canon Divergent after. REUPLOAD FROM FANFIC NET. Started May 8th, 2019.

Have you ever wondered how day to day objects would think if they could.....!

This is a Children's Story I've written for a class.

Sekai, The World, was neither born, nor created. He just was. He always was. After a millennia of being in complete isolation he decided that he needed someone to keep him company, he 'created' his first child, Ka Honua, The Earth. She was beautiful and Sekai was finally happy and content in his existence, but his daughter felt alone with only her father for company, she begged and begged for a sibling, someone to keep her company and bend to her whims and wonders. Because Sekai loved his daughter, he created his second child a son, 'Ano, Nature. Ka Honua adored her brother and they spent much of their time together, Ka Honua creating beautiful mountains and valleys for her brother to decorate with his beauty. This left their father lonely once again, this time determined to not be alone Sekai created an inferior species, humans. The World lived on happily for many years, the humans knew nothing of life or death, but simply existed just as Sekai and his children had. This was to much for the humans to handle, and Sekai soon became overwhelmed by the humans, the balance of The World was broken so Sekai created his next twp children, twins, Soal and Morte, Life and Death. With the creation of these two children balance was restored to Sekai. THe Wprld went on in perfect harmony for thousands of yearsuntil once again the humans began to overwhelm Sekai. They were literally destroying him but there was nothing he coul do. Balance could not be restored and The World woul soon cease to exist. His children Ka Honua, 'Ano, Soal, and Morte knew that the cessation of The World meant the cessation of everything; Earth, Nature, Life and Death. They knew they had to stop the end of The World, because The World, is dying. STORYBOARD: https://www.pinterest.com/greenwaytazie/the-world-is-dying/

As the title says, the concept of these works is very vague and mostly abstract. It does not focus on a particular thing or topic. My writings are a far way off from being called poetry, in my opinion. I am open to all criticisms. Leave a comment or message me. Either way, I'll always get back to you. Thank you for reading till here.

There are moments in history when the Earth no longer whispers-but cries. When the sky cracks under the weight of human ambition, and the soil, once sacred-tastes only blood and fire. This story begins in such a moment. What if Balance were not an idea, but a being? What if Justice could walk beside us-not in courtrooms, but in storms, in silence, in sacrifice? Samavadhana is not just a tale of gods and mortals. It is a mirror held up to our world. A myth reborn in the age of machines and extinction. It asks not who is right, but what remains when the earth has had enough. In these pages, you will meet Samavatulya, born from the pain of Earth herself. You will witness a scientist, Vishwanath, call upon what no man should. You will see destruction. Love. Remorse. And at last, a reckoning in the place where ideals live eternally-the Great Hall of Personifications. This is where it all begins. And it begins with a question: What is balance personified?