Scribbling Stories

"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.]

just... here to write whatever that comes to my mind. nothing much, just scribbling when I get inspired by things. come and read some of my stories please heh :) have plans of translating some of my stories into English cuz I thought it'll help me improve my English! 그냥..... 심심할 때마다 와서 쓰려구요... 별 건 없고 생각나는 소재들 있을 때마다 조금씩 쓰기로 했어요....... 장편 소재인데 단편으로 쓰고 말 가능성 정말 높지만.... 그냥 한 번씩 읽어주세요,,,,,헤헿

What can be more inspiring to a poet than their own scribbling? Every word that comes to mind becomes inked but its meaning gets deeper as it travels from thoughts to the pen. In this book, such journeys of profundity are displayed. Basically, a few scribbles of my tangled thoughts, scribbles of a poet.

Short Scribbles

~Heart bespeaks the tale~ // scribbled stories //

These are just gonna be my drawings because I decided to make a different book.

"I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. To put to rout all that was not life. And not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived." anemoia - nostalgia for a time never known. a time never experienced, but desperately wished for. And within such peaceful yet part hectic moments, a surge of words is felt. So sudden that I find that there is nothing to do but to set them all free. • 1st runner up in Poetry of the Creory Awards

I remember scribbling out pieces in the old memos. I remember typing words even before realising what I was typing. I remember...how I saw my ideas raw, right there, in front of my eyes. It was back then when I understood what I was capable of. The noise doesn't calm down. But I have a way with my words that helps me cope up with the chaos inside my head. If you ask me, I would tell you to take up the pen. It wouldn't happen in a day. But eventually, it would flow out. All the noise....in form of words. It's peaceful. Here are some of those memos, those random words to noone, those screams out to nowhere. A hole in my heart caused by nothing. Hope you will enjoy~ || Complete ||

A collection of thoughts and feelings of different girls. All of the girls are my OC's, more description is provided if requested. さまざまな女の子の考えや感情の集まり。 女の子全員が私の人物です。要求があればもっと詳しい説明があります。

Scribbles. Digital scribbles. Scribbles in squares of black and white, yet what is white but many colors? Don't know why you're reading this. Could be reading something else.

Different versions, Different worlds, Different love stories, Different heartbreaks, Different scrabbles, of Manik, for Manik, by Manik. Happy reading! 🔭✨

'Ello!!! I'm Sweet Potata or Kumara You may not know me very well but I humbly welcome you to have a snoop around in my Doodle Book. This is the first art book I've ever let out so please enjoy it (or hate it ) and forgive my messiness in these works of cra-uhh art... yea art.

Hey everyone , it's me , SumitKundu07 . Not much , my 1st collection of poems , that too , on something sensitive . It's said , the purest heart has the deepest crack . A collection , trying to prove the same . Reviews are most welcome ! Love y'all :)

Prompts && poems ,, very creative title, because that's all this is... words :) or palabras, because spanish is cooler :)

also know as a dumpster fire

These are all the small stories I never finish.. so yeah. Btw I was never going to publish this so please don't judge, I know im a crappy writer.

This is about the time after I'm recovered from depression and are dealing with lots of trouble in making friends at school, just simply something to share and right now I'm totally fine, I'm also trying to help the kids who are having depression to have a chance to freely talk about themselves and to solve the problem in real life. Yeah, like the profile said, I'm somehow a weirdo ;P

here are some ideas that scribble down when in a lecture, enjoy ;) i dont really understand the structure of proper poetry but many acknowledged this as a form of poetry

th i s iS ｄｅａｄ

Hanna Walden scribbles. Not neat print or elegant cursive, but crooked, often misspelled scribbles. But when a stranger finds her scribbles, he is immediately intrigued by her messy penmanship and sparkling personality hidden in the journal. And he'll do anything to find the author. Who just happens to live next door. (hopefully not cliche) (ongoing) (on hiatus started 9-12-15) (cover by @Forcade)