Spilled Stories

she shed thoughts of madness and words she failed to express.

"Oh little siren, charmer of the seas with voices of elegance sailers, you please the scepter of beautiful songs you shall wield listening to your euphony my heart...

words that drizzles, falls, and showers like raindrops through me but doesn't fall visibly.

It’s been two years since the incident and the ugly, warm-hearted, boyish girl she used to be is seemingly dead and buried. The young woman in her place is relentlessly...

These are my one shots and series of Misha Collins from my Tumblr. Some contain smut others are just fluff or gory. I hope y'all enjoy!! You can make requests or suggest...

a lonely Saturday conversation on the wrong side of the yellow bedroom curtains. ... || Wattys Winner 2018 ||

Once upon a time Savannah loved a young man. But, pressure to break up and life pulled them apart. Now, six years later Savannah is forced to interact with her ex and lo...

What would a famous vigilante and a hero in training friend do when they are not supposed to see each other? Well text right? HAHAHA joke on you! Izuku as a vigilante al...

Words left in my throat Thoughts still in my head Maybe some things Are better left unsaid It really is better That it's all stuck on paper In the forms of paragraphs an...

unrelated pieces of writing

A short story about an introverted collage student, Charlie, and his failed attempt at giving the girl he likes, Ryann, his number. . . . "Oh." I utter softly...

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Tuttle Town would appear to be no more than a nice town from the outside- it had a nice modern homes, advanced schools and prestigious academies, friendly residents, eye...

me writing this after i relapsed ? you bet :))

I'm Kaye and this is my story about falling in love with my one and only boy best friend. This story isn't about love alone, it's about everything that comes along when...

Lexa's school is corrupt. This she knows, and she wants to make a change. But what does this scrappy kid have to offer? A kick-butt attitude and natural born leadership...

You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you - Ray Bradbury