Ruminate Stories

my thoughts and reflections on every day

An imperfection, a flaw, a mistake in the eyes of others. How can I appease them? 'You're too reserved, You're too extroverted, Too gullible, Too skeptical.' How can I find a balance--to reach equilibrium? To be perfect in not only eyes of yours, but those of the world. Bi-Weekly Updates

I am hoping this turns into a collection of short stories (maybe even pomes). I am not a day to day active writer. I write when the pages call me to decorate them. This wont have a specific genera or writing style.There wont be a specific theme to this collection, although each work will have its own title. (I would appreciate critical feed back, comments or question.) (Keep in mind this is the starting of 'collection' and there might be very few stories. I will add when I feel the work is completed.) I value your patience and time. (The image for the cover is not my work, I found the picture and simply adjusted the tone to my preference, it is not my work, the credit is reserved for the one who took this picture, who's name i unfortunately couldn't find.)

This story is about three different boys who were in search of a family but ended up finding it in each other. "Sometimes we say things we never mean. Right?? ." The boy sobs more harder. "Jus..Just tell me you didn't mean it and I'll forgive you.. just ple..please say some.. something." While trying to see clearly through his teary eyes. "I'm sorry my love" wiping away his tears he grabs his jacket and leaves the house..leaves the boy shattered.... Broken frames were all over the place with the broken glasses. It's my first time writing a story. Starting might be off but Believe me, it gets better. English is not my first language.

my literal randomness :> Date Started: 2023/01/10 ©distressedlyfine

To the first person I've ever been fucked up on. God this one is embarrassing This is the first letter I've written to somebody of this nature. I turned it in as a final for my college creative writing class after I realized I wasn't good at creative writing and had already written 2 lesbian pieces. I just felt it was time to get all the feelings I had pent up about this person on paper. Like it's so embarrassing, I got an A on it even though it read like wet newspaper. Also outing myself like this to my creative writing professor with the bleached hair and the dad punk rock thing going on that I kinda wanted to smash was also dummy embarrassing. It is very badly written, it definitely reads like I dumped out everything I had been bottling up for a few years at this point into a keyboard. Which is exactly what it is anyways, there's probably a lot of grammatical errors and awkward sentences, I actually can't read this all the way through without getting a slurry of embarrassed nausea. Edit: I plan to write about it here one day but. This is actually about my current partner. 3 years after this was written and nearly 6 years after meeting him we reconnected. We live together and we're planning our future together.

Sometimes I need to think. So I do. And I come to various conclusions about various things. Everything in here is something that I have thought of and come to a conclusion about. I don't know what the point to reading this is for all of you. But if you feel like seeing my view of the world for a bit, go ahead and read.

A group of restaurant workers with terrible pasts. Everything they once lost. Everything they want to earn again. They'll do everything to earn it again.