Solemn Stories

Hello~ Welcome to my poetry book^^ In this book, you will find a collection of poems I have written (and am writing) throughout the year. I hope you like it and make sure to let me know what you think~~ XOXO, minnie

Friend /frɛnd/ (Noun)- A person related to you by feelings who at times tries to lean on you for moral support. But what if you unknowingly refuse to be that support and instead push them away? So much so that they go and kill themselves? What do you do to redeem yourself? Simple. You follow the recipe on 'How to Honour Your Friend'

A Horror, Paranormal short story with suspicious anti-climax. Story of Four friends partying in midnight but they didn't know that request for a drink can lead to a terrifying end.

Enjoy ;)

I have discovered a new love for poetry, and have put together an anthology of some poems I particularly enjoyed writing.

A Story about love, sadness and everything in between..

thoughts

A delicate recounting of a man's first romance, Cold As Ever tells a story of the past, of the love between two young men, Zachary and Adam. Please, see below before you start reading. WARNING BEFORE READING: the majority of this novel quickly shifts to and maintains a poetic/heavily solemn tone for some time, and dives into several upsetting/disturbing concepts, including but not limited to: suicide ideation, self-mutaliation, emotional abuse, suffering from major/severe depression, first-hand-suffered homophobia, and the universal raw pain that accompanies the loss of a romantic partner. While I believe that the power of novels, comics, television, and all other forms of art/entertainment media should be used largely to uplift us through joyous plots and relatable characters (I even write rom-com novels and screenplays typically,) I also feel that there should also exist media for consumers wishing to explore, analyze, empathize, and relate with the darker aspects of our world. Cold As Ever is partially based on my own experiences, so please be kind and respectful, and do not steal or take credit for my work. I'm releasing many chapters for free in hopes of the story being an emotional blessing to others facing hardship, to provide evidence that the sun can rise again after your darkest hours. Thank you for reading, and I hope you receive whatever you're hoping to from this work. My DMs are open, and I welcome anyone who needs to talk to reach out.

I stand before you with an open mind to rekindle the steps of what I have forgotten. Of what I have been missing behind.

A nameless protagonist wanders around in his life A seeming empty life style, alone till a tragic event passes which he takes on a new purpose He calls himself Solemn after the feeling he has for justice As he follows the path of an avenger, he soon discover he was not as it was it seems if finds those he blend what's right and wrong. He discovers the meaning of the what it means to fight monsters. "He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And when you gaze long into an abyss the abyss also gazes into you."- Beyond Good And Evil (Story is in progress)

This is a short story about a guy and his struggle against time. 8/8 parts published It probably needs editing...

A solemn step he took through the rain. He loved the rain.

Kennedie died earlier on in my senior year. I didn't know her very well, but I could tell she was a great person. This script is for a music video in which the song is Everybody Knows By Sigrid. This is for you Kennedie.

✊🏼

A woman working the counter at a diner notices a man sitting by himself, visibly distressed. She must decide whether to help the men or let things be.

フラワーズ (Furawāzu)(flowers): Sakeuru 栄える (flourish) Socho 荘重 (solemn and majestic) Solemn and poetic love stories about two flowers

"My brother looked at Me, With his Empty Bloodshot Eyes, And he didn't Say Anything, Just toppled Over on The Spot, And he closed His eyes, And I screamed, Then the Ambulance came, And the shouts And Screams Filled my ears As I thought, Over And Over Again, That it was My Fault, That I would Never See My Big Amazing Brother Ever Again."

here, only the rain can be heard and the fog can be seen.