Spilling Stories

Returning a dusty old book was supposed to be a boring task. Then Mia found a hidden note. Then she met Ayaan - moody, mysterious, and maddeningly cute. Now she's in the middle of a mystery, a slow-burning romance, and a plot she didn't sign up for

some souls don't seek escape - they long for a place where even silence doesn't judge them..

Words of random topic.Thoughts that were compiled. Bottled tears have spilled to a once blank canvas.

Me exposing a user on wattpad for their bs

" where she is the queen " At this point, my words don't even mean anything, my lines are random, my meanings are all over the place, my endings are left in the middle. I've not the slightest idea if I can compose something coherent. It all feels like being in a buzzing muse now.

"Journal, where did you go?" Published, her stories, her life. Her true story. Joan is a 15 year old girl who is considered a "loner" but ready to confess the truth and start to live her own dream. She tells everything to her journal, all of her secrets, happy moments, sad moments, scary moments, and even her little first impressions on people. Her journal has disappeared, and now is telling the world about her life. I'm giving it to you now. Read it. Learn about Joan.

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Loraina is the Erelarian heir to the throne when the Allerkains attack. She escapes with the stable boy and goes to live with the enemies. But her parents have been captured and they aren't getting it so easy. She runs away from her Allerakin home, where Loraina and her friend return to Erelaria to re-form the army- and share secrets of their own.

They say when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. And how do you do just that? You chop the lemons, squeeze the juice out and lessen the sour taste with sugar and water. Complicated drama is like the whole lemon. So what should you do? Cut them up into smaller problems, squeeze the conflicts out, and lessen your worries by turning to art and going with the flow.

Not Forever. A short poem about the sweetness of childhood and the reality that follows it - the moment you realize brightness doesn't last, and neither does grief. From In Golden Ink for You, a collection of poems on longing, resilience, and the golden threads that hold a life together.

A collection of 150 poems for thawing hearts and warming souls. Status: Complete ✔️

Just some thoughts and poems and things that spill freely from the techno-coloured abyss of my mind. Enjoy...