Stream-of-consciousness Stories

25-year old Lee still hasn't figured out why they could not form any long-lasting relationships, even friendships for that matter. Aside from family members, which they are obligated to talk to, there is no one else Lee had even come close to calling a friend. Well, maybe except for one. -------- Submitted for ONC 2026 @OpenNovellaContest Using the following prompts : 29. You will meet many people in your life. Many will come and go, but some will leave footprints in your heart. 104. While wandering in the woods, you dismiss the rustling behind you as nothing more than wind through the trees until you turn around and realize it isn't the wind at all. 106. After waking at 3AM to a freezing room and a door you're certain you closed, you find wet footprints and melting snow leading from your bedroom into the hall. Realizing someone or something is inside your home, you follow the trail to uncover the truth. All rights reserved by @J. Lee Kennedy, except for images contained in this book. Crayon drawing "Wander XIX" by @Clara Lieu. Copyright of images, including cover art, belong to their rightful owners, and are attributed accordingly, or used in accordance with the rules of Creative Commons licensing as "fair use." Altered, filtered, or edited images are copyrighted by the author in its final form.

I rant to the void here in a more controlled space I talk anime Manga Comics Yuri Character analysis Takes that piss me off Ethics Shipping culture Maybe hoyo And mainly yuri Don't say I didn't warn you, you didn't read the description

My selected journal entries ranging from May 2025 to present day.

Life doesn't come with a manual, but it does leave a lot of messy notes behind. This is a collection of frantic thoughts, quiet realisations, and the kind of wisdom you only find at 3:00 AM or in the back of a crowded bus. No filter, no schedule-just the erratic truth of being human.

i weave my pain into poetry, inspired by a unique flavour of disaster called You.

This is a short story from Charles Dickens novel, in which I rewrite part of the story in my writing style!

A mixture and collection of poems, verses and prose that goes against the typical normative literature

A poetry collection merging life and the afterlife.

Like flowers, we all bloom. This is just a poetic word stream

melting planets drip onto my tongue, dying it bronze and blue. for weeks, my words come out poetry-flavored. so I lick the page and see which way the ink bleeds, into the paper or into my mind.

A collection of thoughts, feelings and words.

The darkness you hold inside is the same darkness portrayed in your shadow. Your're nothing but a mirror image... a total reflection, of what you look down on. This shade can only be manipulated by those who hold light. But would they use it in a way to take advantage of you? Or free you? This poetry collection shows power and control within the relationship of light and dark. If you enjoyed this collection, please check out the others on my page!

They won't be scary and I will tag one new person each chapter to comment a story of their own DUN DUN DUN This Is A Short Description.

Just a mess of all the tidbits that don't belong anywhere else. What's inside? • Challenges • Tags • Stream of Consciousness (SoC) • Poetry • Miscellaneous [a new cover is under construction... the old one is ugly as fork]

These are, as the tile says - random drabbles and stuff I feel like writing, epiphanies, adumbrations. Yeah... Just thought I'd like to share some. Who knows.

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Some stories don't ask to be written. They bleed their way out. This is the unraveling of a soul-part dream, part wound, part silence. Love that felt like war. Duty that broke something sacred. And a mind, once calm like the sea, now swallowed by storms. This is Drift-a journey through the beautiful and brutal wreckage of becoming.

Lies you've been told

A collection of my thoughts, some written here, some written from my captions on Instagram

The human spirit exists in unexpected places. A Tour of Months is a collection of toils and dignities in a crumbling earth. To put it more accurately, this book is a collection of loosely related experimental works.