Historias de Scribbles

"How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn't pull the trigger? " - Virginia Woolf [The artwork in the cover is not mine credits to the rightful owner.]

I am writing a book right now that I haven't released yet, and this is the "writers diary" too the book I am writing! You can read a little about my new book here, and maybe collect some ideas for your own stories. The actually story will get released at any time soon, so keep watching;) Started: 16.January 2018 Ended: ----- !: It may be a little bad grammer as english is not my first language Enjoy<3

A ramble and collection of my thoughts. Most Light hearted, some are a reflection of different shades I have known. Some are my heart strings talking so please care for yourself if they are based in sorrow.

Random facts about my day and more! Idea by "Onesie Weirdo" - BubblestheBear. Go check it out!

Here lie the roses, the roses that are the foundation of my rose garden, pluck them gingerly, here lie the roses that grew full of toxins and purity. Here lies my heart, My Rosetūm. All pictures in the story are mine!

The first installment of my art books. Join me in a pile of randomness and doodles. And please, try not to cringe...

Highest Rank : #3 in Roman Urdu (8th September 2021) poetries and one shot non fiction writings. writings are both in English & Roman Urdu. every piece of writing is different from another and have no link or connection to each other. all the writings posted are my own. no copyright infringemented.

A set of very short stories... Some might contain triggers. Read at your own risk!!!

Book three get hypedd You're welcome. Or I'm sorry. Welp it's too late now. ONWARDS Started: July 23, 2016

Bits of writing! Wow!

Clips from the Empathic realm that I explore on a daily basis. Most thought she was escaping. Most thought she was crazy. Others? They thought she was plain out zany. She wasn't escaping, she was visiting. She wasn't crazy, she was imaginative. Excerpt Pretty colours, etched onto the sky. Pretty colours, dancing up high. Shades, creating a beautiful harmony. Shades, playing a melodical symphony. Sky, as a canvas. Sky, medium for the artistic universe. Sunsets, beautifully ending the day. Sunsets, never sad, mad, or gay.

There is love. There is existence. There is hope. There is complication. Living day after day, we notice as time pass by, but our hearts remain our true home. And we will never let go. This is what life is...or maybe it's just high school.

this is literally what it says on the tin; pieces from books i'll never write, purely because i didn't have another idea about how to carry the plot on. none of these little bits and pieces follow each other, or have any ties to a previous or a future piece (unless stated otherwise). these could also be writing prompts, for the right person, so if you have an idea to follow on the piece, or a piece is right for something you're writing, please message me. xo

I blame @One-Trash-Dork Prepare for self-depracation, sarcasm, and cringe because I'm about to present you exactly that. Yeah, I don't know how descriptions work.

꒰ 📑 ꒱ ·˚ ༘ i was in love with the person, i made with my potion.

I could say this is a book about poems, but the truth is its a book about my life fragmented by words.

❝I write to unite all that has crumbled inside of me❞ -I write to heal (Ruby Dhal) ♥ A collection of aesthetic, original poems, writings, and scribbles made by yours truly. ♥

Random highlights of my mundane thoughts.

Chastity and Dexter, an odd pair indeed. [Chastity's parts in bold, Dexter's in italics] Short Story #73 / Romance #237

To all who came here to read my story, thanks a lot. It means a lot to me. Basically, it would not be a fiction. I'm here to jot down things I've been keeping in my heart for so long. Here to share my small nothings to the whole wide world. I hope I'm able to touch a few human hearts. :)