Somber Stories

"Ever since we kissed the night of our drunken heads, I cant shake this feeling of butterflies, even when somber!"

An anthology of emotions and change.

(100 themes challenge) short musings and poetic rambles, with no story in particular to tie them together. topics provided by amika-sterling of deviantart.

"Distorted version of her lays motionless, a dark souless somber creeps upon her."

about our favorite fellas, argos, mr plant and others of the void

Collection of poems

All of my serious poems

Day 2 and another bittersweet short story written within 2 hours or so its about one growing and learning the mistakes he's made and is willing to correct them. Again this is not perfect with its punctuation and what not but still its a nice way to share things.

Y/n is excited to start their new job at a corporation. With gloomy workers and a pervy boss what happens?

A short story about a goblin and his unlikely friend - Or - How do we make a meme compelling?

In the meantime.

What happens after sunny tells kel, hero and aubrey the truth about mari. How will they react?

A very short story involving a soldier in a quiet war. The deafening silence threatens ones own sanity when eyes could lurk among it. I wrote this story for a class in 2021, and I feel that some of you may enjoy it.

Of all the cliché things you could write about, you choose to write about a boyfriend driving his girlfriend to the airport while she reminisces her memories of how their relationship came to be.

It started with one Then two Then four. Now they cover my arms I can't stop anymore Oh, then they noticed And got me a pill A little happy pill To kill To kill. To kill the sadness And kill the heart Then they will kill my mind I'm back at the start. It started with one Then two Then four. Please, take my happy pills And walk right through that door. My second book of poetry. If you like this one you should go check out my 'Words of a Silent Girl' book.

Inspired by the old tradition of telling ghost stories around Christmas time, this collection is the fragmented reflections of 36 ghosts on the past, present, and future, but some memories never go away. Hauntings of regret and sorrow; of confusion and loneliness; of joy and triumph. Memory - the ghost which haunts us all.

What can lift the heart of a woman who willing gives herself for money? No man. But perhaps something better and purer than any person…

Poetry ♡ Where I try to define the moments that define us. The moments in between, the moments between sleep and oblivion. Where you and I are under one blue sky, where the blue fades into red and the soft strokes of purple become visible. Where we pull away and become something bigger than our stupid towns and the lurking anger of society. Where you and I find solace in the same place.