Ramblings Stories

A collection of poems that I have created. Ramblings of the heart. Torment. Painful goodbyes. Heartbreaks. Or simply night musings. Celebration of life, love and death or anything in between. Added chapter banners: 14 July 2026 Copyright © 2020 - 2026. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author.

The thoughts that torture me at night.

I believe the title is a sufficient enough explanation. (Though, looking back on it, it should just be called "The Author's Insecurities and Whines: The Complete Collection" and a byline of, "And Maybe Some Updates About The Author's Works" and that's a strong maybe)

The continuation of CS_Snoozy/Storyteller travels. Just a collection of rants and ways that I use to both motivate and judge myself. Don't read. It's a waste of time. (Yes, it said continuation since I have an old draft here where I trauma-dump like it's raining Tsar Bombs)

You heard about the whole INFJ'mind is a labyrinth? Well, they're wrong. My mind most of the time is in complete whirlwind and chaos with a corny jokes playing at the corner my mind through speaker. Trying to make sense of all the things happened and keeping myself sane the same time, I'm living. It's not like everyday is dark and blue but you can say that rainbows and flowers in my life still caught me off guard and grateful for even small things. This is where I'll post my nonsense but real thoughts I guess.

We're back again, bois

Splices of scenes I made up. There is no more story written than what I have written here. They vary from fantasy. to science fiction, to mystery, to just about anything. Stories don't need to be finished to exist.

A compilation of my word vomits. Different chapter different vomit. One liners, snippets, or whatever this is. I don't know what to call this might as well call it random shit.

For all of her life, Elphaba was silenced. Whether it was by family or bullies, there was always at least one person telling her to shut up. Fast-forward decades later and it seems like nothing much has changed, except this time, the silence is even worse. This time, Elphaba is silenced by her choices and actions, and that is the most painful and permanent sort of silence of all.

Just read if you want hoes

You want random shit??? YOU GET RANDOM SHIT. Art, Rambling, Headcanons, short stories, THE WHOLE THING

The daily life of a teenager.

keeping this up for archiving purposes

A little bit of poetry, very short stories, one liners, and a lot more rambling really. My very pretentious word vomits. Enjoy should've just named this random shit ngl

I've been known to jot down short verses of poems and write short tales. I figured, why not, I'll put 'em out there for ya'll to see.

Sophia wakes up in a white room. Why? Who? Where?

poem...no real meaning...no hidden agendas...just a short poem...

Rants and ramblings from a wannabe Swedish poet. These are pieces I've written from over the past five years, and now I think it's about time to share some of them. I've written maybe 200 in total, but the ones which actually make it here will be my personal favourites. Hope you enjoy! (I write in Swedish and English, and maybe French)

A Candyman tale that straddles time and tide and draws on canon, history, and imagination. Created as a loving response to the horror franchise. A complex psychological slasher that takes the reader from Benin to Louisiana.

From a pearl of gold, Rises the Sun. From its reflected light, Bursts a ray so bright. These are selected poems that I wrote when I was about twelve or so. I wasn't a very good writer then, and these are written the exact way they were. I don't plan on anything big.. I simply needed somewhere to keep them. The topics don't exactly fall into a fixed theme despite the repetition of 'the sun'. Poems are mainly about desperation and admiration. Please excuse any grammatical mistakes, aside from being young then, English is also not my first language! I appreciate your interest in this book (ˊ˘ˋ ) I might add more if I find more of my old poems, I'm not much of an active writer right now.