Shortexcerpts Stories

I find beauty in leaves and birds chipping on a tree branch and the clouds in sky and the snails on grass and the butterflies on flowers and dust ,the corridors , the bees , cups , in smoke and patterns, designs and textures and death and the color of my clothes and in everything as long as it keeps me at bay from appreciating the beauty that entails your entire being.

just my daily feels & moods for the day. publish things daily. all my brain has to offer which isn't much because of the fact I have no mental capacity. thanks to all who read this.

these are going to be small moments of my ships. short sappy goey. mostly to just get them out of my system. thanks for reading anyway.. ;)

Never going to finish these. Message me if you'd like me to try.

The words I never got to tell you.

so after a long time of writing stories and not being able to finish them after 30 pages or so, i've come to a conclusion. it is quite impossible-or very hard- for me to write a whole story. but i love to write excerpts so here we go! my friend told me that there are some books which are only excerpts, so i've decided to take his word for it and write one! sorry if they are bad, and very cliche. i know that some are typical teenage fantasies, but i've had fun writing them and i hope you like to read them! this will forever be ongoing because i write whenever i feel like it- and maybe someday i can piece all of them into one big story:)!! and please, if you like them, comment, vote, and follow! i know i'm not very active but i will try harder since this is one of my main goals((: (btw every part/chapter is one excerpt) **PLEASE DO NOT STEAL ANY OF MY WORK. I WORK VERY HARD ON THESE EXCERPTS AND EVERY SINGLE WORD COMES FROM MY OWN BRAIN. PLEASE DON'T USE THEM IN YOUR OWN STORIES!!!!**

"Demons are not born from the tongues of men, nor are they born from the light of the forge. They are born from the disobedience of holy creatures. So one could summon them by the ounce of evil and sin running through the fabric of their skin." Wallace is a 24 year old accountant who is facing rather difficult times in the year 1953, until he finds the other side of false reality and his true purpose of existence. Follow this man to depths of an unpredictable future as we venture through the mind of this "sad" and desperate man... (This is not a proper story, only a brief documentation of Wallace's journey through his thoughts and his writing. These will only be a collection of excerpts)