Quickwrite Stories

Disclaimer: The following collection of stories, words, and themes contains a variety of topics that may not be suitable for all readers. Some content includes themes that are sensitive, including but not limited to: -Same-sex relationships and LGBTQ+ themes -Suicidal thoughts or ideation -Mental health struggles, including depression and anxiety -Violence, abuse, and distressing emotional situations These pieces are written as freeform, non-serialized works. They may contain abrupt shifts in tone, and some sections may seem disjointed or out of place. Please read at your own discretion. Trigger Warning: Proceed with caution if you are sensitive to any of the above topics. This collection does not aim to offend or upset any reader, but it does touch on various complex and difficult issues. If you or someone you know is experiencing emotional distress, please seek the support of a professional or trusted individual.

3 months after their divorce is filed, Michael Invites his soon-to-be ex wife, Lauréne over for dinner. She's under the impression it's a "Truce" dinner but Michael has something more direful planned out.

In a small town, Y/N seems to find themselves in a sticky situation. Quite literally. Somethings gone wrong, the Gatorade is changing people, and fast. Sticky skin is just a part of it. Turning to someone from Y/N past definitely unexpected, though what else is there to do?

This is about my life. This is not fake it's real sorry if u get bored by it but there are updates and stories and art (hahaha) "art" yeah I am not good

A little birdie that shares writer advice in bite size tweets.

I've decided to write poems to help me write out my emotions. I mainly decided to publish them so I can look back on them later (cause I'm sure if I put them somewhere else they'll somehow disappear), but you guys are more than welcome to read them if you'd like. These poems aren't meant to be critiqued, I'm solely writing them for personal and emotional purposes. If you can relate or if something I've written touches you in a positive way, please comment and let me know! I'd love to know if it has an impact on you. Positive feedback is always awesome! I lastly want to reinstate that these poems are meant to help me decipher what I feel and to be able to explain my emotions. If you want to read, share, and vote on these, great! If not, it won't affect my writing.

its just me being sad ig Also daily uploads for yall

Honestly I had a very vague idea and turned it into a book so enjoy my brain's random shower thoughts on Bakudeku.

100 word-stories that pack a lot Savvy readers are hereby sought [includes some weekendwritein prompts]

It is a story of two oblivious male who have loved each other for a long while but never have the courage to tell one another. Allium has words in his heart that he has been meaning to tell Xandrian since teenage but never has the bravery. Would he ever stepped up and tell him the words? Or would he keep it to himself until the very end? inspired by enchanted by Taylor swift

Compilation of short stories I've written to improve my impromptu writing ;). Requests r gladly accepted, just shoot me a topic or something and I'll write up a chapter. Feel free to comment advice or suggestions 😘. Also, this is a place for everyone to share their thoughts and ideas. You can even Private Message me and I'll reply! Lots of Love, Mia ❤️

A series of simple poems

The love story between two young adults. Seeing her changed his life forever. Her friends accidentally brought them together but would her friends also drive them apart? He was crazy about her but she just wanted to be friends. Who would win out? Would that night at the beach change her mind or would he succomb to the friendzone forever?

Warmth, in the night it is unnatural. As the soft amber glows through the bushes, it calls. But it belongs to someone else. Damp clothes hug onto Corinth's back and weigh him down, begging him to stay away from it. Shadows dance by the fire and stretch all the way out to the woods where he watched silently. They poked and prodded at his feet, his own shadow would be stretched long by the enriching light if he approached, but yet he did not, for there was a good reason. By the fire sat another person, their shadow dancing into the distant woods. How close will Corinth be willing to get to the soft amber flames?

Some will be slightly creepy, others just an afternoon's writing.

A quick excerpt from my journal. Around my birthday every year I get crippling anxiety. I write it down sometimes. Enjoy