Personification Stories

Exploring what stories are hidden inside the wrappers with a simple metaphor "Life is a box of chocolates"―while still searching for my socks This collection is not strictly autobiographical. The poems explore emotions, identities, and perspectives: some lived, some imagined, some observed. Book cover: A photo clicked by me with a sprinkle of editing using Canva If you think this description is a 96.8% copy paste from my previous book..... YES IT IS. (⛩⏢⛩) If it ain't broke, don't fix it.

A natural disaster has occurred in Hawaii, though it's not exactly the kind people would expect. It ends up revealing a hidden entrance to where a legend is said to be housed. 2 childhood friends venture out, only to see the results of this eruption unfold. Due to curiosity and interest, the two end up on an unexpected journey. Will they make it through or face their end?

(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.

Short stories or potentially oneshots of every possible element of the periodic table. Former elements are included.

Hi everyone! This is a collection of poetry that I have written over the years that has won me contests and such, and I wanted to share it with y'all!

I present to you, the Book of Poems - Calendar Edition. All of the poems you shall find here are my own work. Originality will always be my goal. Time, the passing of time and the concept of living were my inspiration for these poems. If you have any ideas, requests for my next poem or things to say, please feel free to comment.

Pillion is a spirit born from the strong sentiments of a homemaker when making one of the first pumpkin pies. Since then, he has seen more of the world, as well as humanity in all its glory and darkness both.

Giacinta is a spirit born from the strong sentiments of an ambitious woman when making one of the first "spiced honey cakes". Since then, she has encountered others, experienced betrayal, and found her way.

This is a short story I wrote a couple years back for a school project. It's a dramatic, personified take on the journey a seed must experience in order to surface above the earth's soil. If I remember correctly, the assignment was, 'descriptive writing in nature.' It was required to, 'show, not tell.' You know, that infamous phrase you hear a million times in your English classes. For clarification, the following 'monsters' are two beetles.

An anthology series. A collection of short stories about what I think the days of the week would be like if they were people. Seven days. Seven people. Seven stories.

a collection of poems and anything i feel like writing | continuously updating

(A football/soccer club gijinka/personification story.) Ever wonder how football clubs would react at promotion? How about relegation? Wonder no more! Born from the founders' love for the beautiful game, physical embodiments of Bundesliga clubs will answer all your questions. Rated T for swearing, drinking, and suggestive scenes. Contains queer people. If you're a queerphobe, steer clear of this story, please! This is the old version of Bundeslihaha. It has 33 chapters written in 2014-17, as well as 8 chapters of newly-added bonus material. The new version, "Bundeslihaha Redux", is still in progress. Stay tuned! DO NOT REPOST THIS STORY OR MY ART ANYWHERE!

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).

My name is Ismael Mansoor, And I am a Deaf man who dedicate To my writing, for I am a door To the fantasy, of the miracle house. English is my second language, But when you see me, I sign my first language. It is a gift for me to have languages; Write, sign, and sometimes speak. I will pour out my words of me, I will show how my minds writes To me as a broadening radio; They are wonders and mysteries.

This umbrella has holes.

The beginning and the end: a gate of reality, that is what they are. They are the beginning, they are the inevitable end, they are reality.

He has always been home for her, but it'll take a while before she is finally granted the right to live in the place of her dreams. Just as she is feeling unwelcomed, she gets the opportunity to check into a newfound hotel. But will everything change for better, or for worse? "Personification: the attribution of a personal nature or human characteristics to something nonhuman, or the representation of an abstract quality in human form."

**COMPLETED** This is the story of Life, Death, a lonely human, and all those other names and faces that linger or are forgotten by time. It is a story of the violent and chaotic world, and the places in which, every now and then, everything is still. And it is in this stillness that the most peculiar of persons lie in silence, their stories waiting to be told, as they have for an eternity. | This all began as something simple, in the first few months of 2016. I had intended for it to be a short writing exercise, but something drew me back. Out of two pages, this sprung up. In all honesty, looking over it, it feels as if I am no longer the author. The characters control me, not the other way around. They've surprised me, created their own lives and twists without me knowing, and have completely taken over my world. In the way of format, each page was originally designed to be a chapter, as I have noticed that many tend to get lost in verbose paragraphs. These shorter chapters are meant to be easier to read, but still (hopefully) entertaining. |