Stream-of-consciousness Stories

Penelope Featherington has always been the wallflower in the bustling city of London, easily overlooked in the crowded rooms of high society. But no one knows that Penel...

never-ending‚ never still. the fear‚ like thorns‚ does swarm‚ a fractured mind‚ forever ill. ﹛ scraps from the void ﹜

A bunch of Xiaolumi short stories that I've written and compiled together. The stories may be related in some ways but can be read as standalones. If any of them are OO...

poems, or rather; what's left in my soul.

Short prose essay about love and jealousy.

What is sleep,if not innevitable? What is a meal, if not missible? What is a journey, if not memorable? What are friends, if not in comprehensible? What is drinking, is...

Every now and then I get into a philosophical mood and start wondering about such things as our purpose here and what might be beyond death. This is the result of such...

"Identification, Please" is a sharp, darkly humorous glimpse into the life of Shelby Anderson, a Southern woman navigating the murky waters of Washington, D.C...

This collection will be an ongoing project sharing the thoughts of a bipolar mind, following confessional prose poetry, existential reflection, and reflective stream-of...

A collection of short storys exploring unhealthy relationships

Elsa is desperately in love with Anna, but Anna has rejected her. As thoughts swirl inside her head, Elsa decides on a terrifying way out. (Elsanna, post-canon, stream o...

Loki has disappeared and Mobius realizes just what is at stake if Loki figures out too much.

Nandini Murthy. They say that's me. According to them, I think abnormally. Paranoid and deluded-they call me. In layman's terms, they think I'm crazy. Tying me up is...

A collection of random writings. Feel free to request stuff, just no smut please. I don't feel comfortable writing it.

'But you, Patroclus,' Achilles' voice drops to a mere whisper, as his body tilts nearer to my own. I smile softly at the way he speaks my name- unchanged, after all this...

"We all left the scene of the crime, committed by death, with stony faces. Every man glancing at another, before withdrawing into our individual abode of thoughts t...

Here I sit playing Solitaire. Welcome to an ongoing collection of my life and perspective. People say I write poetry, but I much prefer the, "stream-of-consciousnes...

Stuff I write when I can't talk to my friends

i wrote and wrote for 30 minutes straight until i could not stomach the way the ink sprawled across my paper anymore. before you read: part of this (possibly a large par...

In the midst of the destruction, Freya Crescent stares at the remains of her old life. Oneshot.