Stream-of-consciousness storie

What do you do when the world is quiet but your mind won't shut up? 3:04 A.M. is a haunting, intimate collection of fragmented thoughts, whispered confessions, and emotional snapshots scribbled in the dark. Equal parts journal, poetry, and stream-of-consciousness therapy, this book captures the sleepless moments where memories hit hardest, regrets echo loudest, and truths are too raw to say aloud. With the vulnerable honesty of a midnight voicemail and the strange comfort of a stranger's open diary, these unsent messages explore love, loss, nostalgia, and the beautiful chaos of being awake when everyone else is dreaming. This is not a book you read - it's one you feel. This is especially made for anyone who has ever stared at the ceiling and thought, "I shouldn't be feeling this much right now."

Ziri Meziani does not want friends. Born to an unremarkable town in southern England, Ziri spends most of his time in his head. His parents and his therapist tell him that he "shouldn't spend so much time alone", but to Ziri, other people are an inconvenience at best and a threat at worst. Unfortunately, Miles Hoàng is committed to getting on his nerves. GENRE: coming of age, teen bxb romance TROPES: the boy next door, reluctant lovers, tutoring COMP TITLES: The Perks of Being A Wallflower, The Black Flamingo featured in Wattpad: BxB Pride Spotlight featured in Wattpad: Written With Pride 2023 AMBY AWARDS WINNER in teen fiction featured in Ambassadors: Rainbow Fiction featured in Teen Fiction: LGBTQIAP+ Teens featured in lgbtq: BoyxBoy (YA) featured in FreeTheLGBT: Diverse Literature featured in StoriesUndiscovered: Tales Of The Heart featured in YaRomance: Unforgettable Firsts

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.

Not stories. Not quite essays either. Just moments when the mind wanders and the ink follows.

>These are the things I never said. >In case you ever wondered. -Unread. still yours.

Just a place for me to post all different kinds of short stories and poems (mainly Haikus) for no particular reason. Hope you all enjoy!

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

A collection of poems and prose capturing my journey learning to love, falling out of love, the unwavering ups and downs of mental illness, and the ghost stories that haunt and empower me. Unflinching, Unedited, Unwavering

A series of short poems. Strawberries - A sweet study on savoring a moment. Who's There - Emotions hewn into meter and rhyme. Untitled - Stream of consciousness through grief, or vice versa. Faceplant - Reconnection and reverence. Sakura - A story of healing and new growth.

" La lettura è un'immortalità all'indietro." As it is. An anthology of poems, verses, quotes - any sort of written literature by *mostly classic Authors. *At the moment, it does predominantly consists of poems.* !Note - A vast majority of the context pasted in here do not belong to me so by all means do I not claim any sorts of ownership to them. There may be little snipkits here and there about a recent book I have decided on. Perhaps a new author. There may be bits of commentary in few of the chapters. Maybe there's a work written by me only to embarrass myself.. Updates: Uncertain.

"Remember you have to die. You have to, or Life will all be for naught." One night a while ago i sat thinking about Death, in the least morbid way possible. This was the collection of thoughts and ramblings i had on the topic, wrapped in a "relatively" light-hearted package.

Poems to myself. Poems to the moon. Poems about anything that I want.

Third collection of my shitty poems

I always seem to write flash fiction pieces with manic monologues. Monologues and automatic writing are very telling in regards to the human psyche. I'd like to capture that with this piece: the inevitable pull of aging, alcoholism, nostalgia, and paranoia. Unkn

A micro Autofiction that explores the fragile intersection of identity, self-worth, and digital performance.

Just a collection of thoughts hanging around my head for the last few years. Some are missing cuz rewrite, and others are just meh.

A collection of short stories.

got zucced

This was for a school assignment a few months back, consisting of each student receiving a character and a problem, and then being unchained and letting our creativity run free. Mine was a 36-year-old-male who lost his job. I think it's rather sweet, so I hope you enjoy it. It's weird, I'm such a unicorns-and-rainbows-and-sunshine-and-smiles person, but I write about such deep, profound, concepts. Anyway, please read and let me know what you think! Peace, love, and unicorns, - Luna <3 <3

written for my first him (🏅)