Practicing Stories

Perhaps It's about practice But otherwise, it's about perspective Trust me, it will not make sense to you

just a book for me to compile my oc doodles!

Idk, I'll just be writing random things here. Sort of for wording practice, and details, and sentence structure. Also for those times that I have motivation for a change. And boredom. Any feedback or criticism is greatly appreciated.

[] Open [ 💫] Closed [ ] Closed For Catch Up Would you like you readers to know more about you? Do you want to become a member of a community, but want to practice answering on the spot questions? Are you just really bored and want something to do? Come right in and apply for an interview!

Basically I'm gonna mess around and do fun stuff to practice ma writing because I dont even know what to write about these days, and yeah it will be funny stuff, like my OCs meeting sherlock?.. I should actually do that hah:) and you will all meet my main five OCs aswell and I will do the random stuff of randomnessssss sorry I have this thing,where I make no sense;)

Perfection. That's all he expected. He didn't expect the beauty that is Nico di Angelo. ;; A/N: This entire story really just to practice pacing, describing, and writing. This may cause many delays in updates, mostly because i usually get bored of stories sometimes but I'm going to try to keep this one up and running!!! But also note, when I get writer's block it hits me like a #brick ;;

In here I write drafts and story ideas, one-shots, requests and lots of other stuff. Thank you for over 300 reads! Advise is always appreciated!

Hey guys so you know I love languages so I wanted to help people potentially like me to learn some too. This is the spanish book of my new "How to Speak Beginners.." series. You can check out the french and german edition as well. Please leave comments, ask questions, and ask for advice. Trust me I know a LOT about learning languages, including different techniques, the levels of fluency, and which languages are harder/easier to learn based on what you already speak. So yeah.. ASK ME ANYTHING! also you can request a lesson if you want and feel free to inbox me if you want extra practice using the vocabulary.

I do not ship irl people! Enjoy Also requests are opens☆

Where everything seems in place, yet something never quite settles, and somewhere between what is lived and what is felt, a quiet gap remains, not loud enough to disrupt, not small enough to ignore, leaving just enough unanswered to wonder what might shift next.

Writing is a like a muscle. And just like any muscle, it needs to be exercised. This is a compilation of short stories I've written to practice my writing skills.

I'm doing this as simply practice for my writing, and feedback/criticism is appreciated and welcomed!

Nina Dimatteo's life was never easy. She had enough family problems to make a lesser person seek therapy, had issues with her so called 'friends' and she would literally have to save every penny if she wanted to get out and go to college and study art. Life was hard. But it just got harder. As it normally does when you wake up only to find that you got MARRIED! Oh, and don't remember it. And it certainly doesn't get any easier when her so called 'Husband' seems to irk her to the point of exploding. And won't stop calling her 'Red'! Yup, her life just got harder.

Imagine love at first sight. Beautiful. Only not according to Sienna. Her whole life she's been known as the-girl-next-door, but this changes when rumors go around school about a relationship with the hottest guy; Tyler. This is NOT love at first sight. This is something different. Tears, happiness, kisses, fights. This is only the beginning of a beautiful experience. Be it good or bad! Is this forever?

Most parts written from fandoms, some just outlines of ideas that I might write about later. I am open to requests, though I don't know some of the most popular shows like Game of Thrones or Supernatural. But I do know stuff like Doctor Who, Creepypasta, Naruto, Undertale, One Punch Man, Fruits Basket, Fullmetal Alchemist, Hetalia, and a few more. (Cover art is made by a close friend! They draw digitally and traditionally and are suuuuper good.)

---------------- "I remember when I was in grade one. I was standing in front of the mirror but it was opposite of me. And when I moved, it didn't move with me so I got scared. Other than that, I just remember until grade six. Nothing below." That was strange now that I realized. I was alive during that time, why didn't I have any memories of what happened? "Kenny." The voice made me look back at my mother who had a serious look on her face. She looked up past me then back at me, clearing her throat. "Today you are about to know what happened before grade six, Anna." Anna. That was a name. I didn't remember anything of such but as I closed my eyes, I saw more images of me in front of that mirror and was starting to panic. What the hell was all this, what were they intending to do to me? ---------------- I guess this is a love story. With a slight twist. Press the, "Start Reading." to find out.

If you want me to make a story please tell me 😃 I'll do ships but not anything that involves nsfw

"You look familiar." The words slipped out before Jenevieve could stop them. The woman paused halfway through signing the viewing form. Then she smiled. Not surprised. Not confused. Almost... amused. "I was wondering how long it would take." Jenevieve frowned. "Take for what?" "For you to recognize me." A chill crawled up her spine. "Have we met before?" The woman's gaze lingered on her face for a moment too long. "No." The answer came too quickly. Too smoothly. Then she tilted her head. "But you've seen me before." Jenevieve's stomach tightened. "Where?" The woman laughed softly. A beautiful sound. Dangerous somehow. "If I told you now, you'd think I was lying." She stepped past her, stopping just long enough for her shoulder to brush Jenevieve's. The contact was brief. Electric. "Don't worry, Jenevieve." The use of her name made her freeze. "I think you'll remember soon." Jenevieve turned sharply. The woman was already walking away. "Wait." She stopped but didn't look back. "Who are you?" For the first time, the smile vanished. And when she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. "That's the same question I've been asking about you." Then she walked away, leaving Jenevieve standing alone in the empty house, wondering why it suddenly felt like everything she knew about herself was wrong.

"And it is He who created the night and the day and the sun and the moon" Al Quran 21:33