Spilledink Stories

My suicide had been two years in the making when I decided not to follow through at the last minute. Over the past decade, I've written poems, books, short stories, fan...

when you still have this tiny, tiny bit of hope inside of you that they will learn how to love you again, even if there's this bigger part that knows: they never will. ©...

There are 2 different multiverses that are next to each other. One that is made simply of Code and Data, being made by the Game Creators, used for entertainment by the P...

[ POETRY/PROSE ] dinner table conversations while eating our hearts and chugging red velvet hope out of foreign wine bottles.

"so, tear and be torn my darling, let the sun see your bones. i promise when you are done you will be anew and beautiful and loved." From the author of "T...

The more you read, the better it gets, truly. 'With a vast cast list and a somewhat mature content rating, this book is great fun'- The New York Times Voted: #3- Michel...

[ POETRY/PROSE ] slipping free-falling revolutions on torchlit tongues.

The ink with which I write is made up of the tears I cried and the blood of the trials from which my soul had died. ----- All credit for the written poetry is mine. Plag...

"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...

Hope you enjoy Warning "SPJ"

the walls with blued body scents soft on the skin, the curtains drawn and a lover asleep close by. ...

GOODBYE NOAH IS GAY I MADE THIS IN 2018 FOR A WOMAN 😭 🏆 #1 in #schnapp at some point 🏆 Completed 𝟨.𝟤𝟪.𝟣𝟪 - 𝟣.𝟣𝟫.𝟣9

i hear a symphony | cody fry george davidson, after drowning himself in his bathtub, finds that he's now stuck in a weird version of their neighbourhood as a ghost with...

Charlie Sutherland lives a simple life, spending his days surfing and studying and his nights with his girlfriend, Victoria. But things take a complicated turn when he m...

Something about Lena makes me remember twisted, shredded truths like slivers of starlight shooting across a midnight sky. There one moment then gone the next. I brush m...

thoughts from when: 1. the sky is an ocean 2. the world is kept outside your window 3. the stars are at your feet

I write stuff

2023 dead tongue's language haiku. some tanaka

❝a rustic array of verses that whisper themselves through the centuries and into our souls.❞ ☾︎ a poetic escapism; bringing stories from the windermere library in my min...

Neither salt nor sugar settles on your tongue. Only this blood of mine does. Neither I nor she fills up your heart. Only these tears of mine do. [POETRY/PROSE]