Sporadic Stories

i write what i feel // cover by alexandre cabanel

Random one shots

This is exactly as the title says. I wanted to use my experiences as a way of helping myself and other people. In the times where I felt alone, it was always nice to read or hear or someone sharing their similar experiences and how they moved through it. I'd posted this book prior, but in one of my really bad mental health moments, I over thought about it, called myself a fool and deleted it. On the encouragement of a friend, I decided to repost, even if no one reads, or if it helps no one, I'm going to post it for me. So I can say to myself that I'm brave enough to share how I think and feel. I wanted to encourage myself to use the outlet that best suits me, I'm a writer, and thats how I express myself freely. Even if I'm not willing to speak it out because it's painful, or I'm too shy, at least I wrote it out and shared it. I want this to be a safe space of sorts, where someone can just vent if they feel like it in comments, or something to read to know that whatever they're facing, they are not alone. I want it to be a judgemental free zone, for all those who expressed how they felt and received judgement for it. ❤❤

{Completed} She's the girl with the secret past. He's the criminal justice-majoring barista with a romantic streak. And on the day he finally musters the guts to sit down and get to know her, they both find out a lot more than they bargained for. 1 in #whyamiwritingthis - 12/8/2020 1 in #jaya - 12/17/2020 1 in #ninjago - 5/29/2021 (OMIGOSH TYSM!!!)

Clarice struggles with her day to day life. Nights become restless and feel like a never ending Hell. Read to see if she will overcome, or fall at the hands of her Insomnia. (TW- Mention of death, Story is about sporadic fatal insomnia)

Say or think what you want, but don't tell me. Keep it to yourself. This is a truth. It may not be yours, it may not be mine. But it is a truth nonetheless. Do not judge what you do not know. What you do not feel. What you don't go through. You don't have to read this. I'm hoping you do, but I'm not forcing you. Just, please, listen and think. That's all I want from you. ~Writer

My train of though led off again, guess I need to get that checked? I guess it just happens on the daily now?

Erisimina was your average high school girl, she was calm, kind, and never yelled at someone.

My true life story of suffering from a rare autoimmune disease of the liver, its diagnosis, prognosis, treatments, its debilitating impact on my life and how I learned, and am still learning, to cope with it day to day. Hopefully, this'll help someone dealing with something similar, because there is, in my eyes, not much worse than long term pain and long term illness, especially when there's not someone nearby who understands its debilitating nature.

In a world filled with dragons and vikings at war, one would think romance was not easily found. But for dragons it isn't that hard. Once you find your soulmate all your wounds will heal and you will both be sharing each others strengths and weaknesses. But after Toothless was shot and his tailfin was ripped of, his only hope is that his mate reaches him before something else does.

They came to do what was expected: To Seed and Colonise. Billions were scattered - only a tiny percentage would find a viable, fertile home. One such seed fell to earth.

Updates, posts are sporadic

Will attempt to write some poetry. Has been a while but here we go. My thoughts will be bouncy

"People tend to lay an anchor in a single part of their lives preventing them to move on. Reserving such space in their memories. Clinging on it like it was very important. They fail to realize they are holding on it for too long. For some they only realize it when its too late. When the damage within them are already huge. Pick up that anchor. And move on."

Lots of unfocused writing inside. Coherent stories/poems/thoughts are not guaranteed. I apologize in advance.

Having a conversation with someone you like and thinking afterwards " Why the hell did I say that?!"

" Into the place I call my home the dome that is my head the sickening strain inside my brain says what needs to be said. " This is a poem anthology. Which is fancy talk for saying, this is my book of poems. -pride

Summation.