Personifications Stories

A soul so broken and trifled at heart, She writes in order to escape the world. Names of random objects in mind, She keeps writing to escape norms and time... Caged by the chains of restraint! & caged by the expectations to come. No one to turn to for help, Or hear, as her lone Whispers echo. Inspiration taken from school literary books<3 This poetry book involves a lot of characters from trees to mere grains of sand. Birds, apples! And Wut not! All of them teach u something precious 💞 Andd, this is literally written by a very very talented teen! Yet here's the catch! She had no whatsoever crushes, heartbreaks etc..... Yet, she has tried her very best to portray that one prickly emotion called Love✨ It is prickly for most of you because the ones you loved left you🥲 And prickly for me because my brain leaves me whenever I try to write about it.🥲 Anyways tw: there are love poems in between... and you have been warned! So do give it a try. Ily :D This is my original work! And remember! No one is allowed to copy it. Or else....hell hath no fury like a moody teen scorned✨ And if this work is spotted on any other websites besides Wattpad. Under some copy cat account pls report it to me sweetie 🥰 ( we will beat them up together). Highest rankings: #1 in nature poetry #1 in Ballard #1 in personifications #1 in glorious #2 in thought provoking

16-year-old Mattea Simms was never really ordinary: her father is insane, her mother is on her last thread, and her last friends have been chased away by her crumbling familial situation. However, things quickly escalate when she finds a family heirloom that gives her the power to see - and, more importantly, fight - the Wraiths, embodiments of human darkness who have been waging war against their more neutral kin, the Thoughtforms, for centuries. With the aid of Libby, the fading embodiment of liberty and freedom, and Tregurtha, a deeply troubled personified ship, she sets out to uncover the origin of her mysterious new powers and stop the Wraiths and their enigmatic master once and for all.

shit from the recesses of my mind when i am sleep deprived, idk.

just ask and dare my ch about stuff, can ask for any AU or any person, the choice is yours or even just ask me anything, but I reserve the right to do whatever I think of

The world is a simulation. Humanity has no business outside it, so ordinary life continues. Humanity has no business modifying data either, but they have seen fit to do that. Cato Wischard is dead and doesn't remember why. All he knows is that it's something to do with 269,568 materials personified into superhumans. You know, perfectly normal stuff.

About the life I dream to live which is possibly not happening and not gonna happen cause ofcourse it's hella dreamy and fantasy-ful . Not on weeds but on books. Some of you may know things happening but other some of you may not , that's the cause of the title "Known and Doesn't". The things you KNOW are gonna get better known and the things you DOESN'T KNOW are gonna be learned by you in this. Most of the images I use are from Google or Pinterest . The image credit goes to the owners . Do go and check my Insta : justanotherliving.soul

(This is a ongoing football personification story series made by an amatuer writer.) "In Est, nu e ca in Vest frate! Norii negri sa adun peste noapte!" Welcome to the malaise of (former) giant footballing nation of Romania! Teams split, go bankrupt, reform, or die off into the history books. Giant domestic teams flounder internationally and relegation from can mean a fight for a club's life. Have you wondered how it would be for a being representing these clubs to exist within this volatile system? How the being's soul conflicts with the dark realities of football in the East? You've come to the right place. Welcome to Stagnare! Enjoy this very bleak stay and I hope you enjoy my writing. Note: This will contain stuff like drinking, depression, and deaths (don't worry, rebirths too) of clubs. Just suffering in general. You've been told. P.S. - Don't expect much art here, I don't do art. I just suck at drawing.

Death is a funny thing, many are scared of it and many are accepting of it, but for those who feel a loss of friend or family are ones to experience woe and discord, but some may ask how one feels to be on the receiving end of death

Thessia is a twenty something year old seeress looking for her future. Her brief journey leads her into the employment of a fellow seer who's only known by the name of Destiny. Under the pretense that her job is to predict his clients futures, she soon finds out that her dealings in the works fate are not mere fortunes.

it's more like a very short story more like a poem describing the life and people in a different view like they are in a big Fair.

"and they both died with a smile on their face."

UPDATED AND SOON TO BE CONTINUED! What makes us human? Emotions? Pain? Expierences? In a world where every human being only exists for working, this question is never asked. But one certain day, everything seems to change. Just as Norman encounters certain colorful beings that light up his grey world... (Set in the future; kind of dystopian setting)

She's so fragile, so volatile, even lethal. And still, every day she's pressing onward, too dispersed to stop just now. But is it enough? Trapped between two powers, mending with each of them, and being so painfully different at the same time... will that little moment of her presence be enough to fulfill the longing she'd never got rid of? No, of course not. But it's the only way.

ok..i think it abt time i talk abt the bloopers ;_;