Streamofconsciousness 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...

Freely give. Let me into your mind. Let me see.

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...

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

My personal collection of thoughts, poems for the insomniacs to read at midnight, when the clock strikes 12 and reality melts into dreams. Tackles topics like depression...

a sad story with a happy ending?

a book of poetic ramblings, where words have the power to make us feel both lost and found all at once. an exploration of what it means to be alive and feel things and w...

the dark side of the moon with craters carved out with a spoon we only miss the light we thought we would always see pain is never permanent, but tonight it's killing me

One man's painful yet funny search for meaning in a life about to be cut short. Cancer has made David Alexander's whole existence suddenly seem worthless. But is it?

bloodlust of the most tender kind 2022 © moonlid

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...

Poetry and works that I've done recently and in the past, a mix of old and new. They are all pretty much a stream of consciousness, freshly written. Raw works yet to be...

After I published A little book of journaling I got a few personal messages asking to help them do journaling or say prompting them so I've now decided to start a challe...

This story is about two male friends who happens to be exposed by their twitch fans and discord mutuals, nor did they care but it was shocking to them . Characters: Dar...

the lone survivor of a shipwreck, a man reflects on his life and decides his future.

'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...

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

In a stream of consciousness mode, Glaring Shadow is the self-account of the life and times of a man, who liquidates his immense wealth only to consign it to the flames...

A memoir type of collection featuring an anthology type source of many stories that have happened throughout my life and shaped me into me. I think im funny and i write...

Just like Bits and Pieces, this is my way of venting my thoughts. Bad poetry and a lot of rhymes. Enjoy. Any typo, you know the drill, let me know.