Tangents Stories

A collection of thought tangents, a sort of Ted Talks presented to a blank piece of paper if you will. I don't know man, I'm just writing sh*t.

Damien is a witness to a murder, over and over. He can't prevent it, so why is he forced to relive it?

Between two worlds, there are tangent lovers. Are you willing to leave your life behind to be with your loved one? Notes: - English is NOT my first language so pardon the grammatical errors.

I have a lot of opinions. And yet I dont have any at all. Through this I will write down my thoughts, opinions, rants, and go off on tangents.

healing takes time tw for alcoholism, abuse, trauma etc. no warnings on actual chapters be worn. has poetry etc

Imogen Willow Huntford was raise in the quite suburbs by her lonely father and his distraught servants. She's not poor but she isn't rich either. She lives.......comfortably. That is until everything is flipped. Naturally Imogen doesn't adapt well to her fathers murder, her servants quitting, and the government ceasing her home. At all. But she'll make due, right? Wrong. As she attempts to find her mother she uncovers many secrets from her past. Starting with the fact she isn't human. Casual story right? Wrong. She has no powers, refuses her destiny, and even attempts suicide after learning these secrets. As they all unravel will Imogen catch the flittering threads of secrets or suffocate in them entirely?

Updates on the events in my life, along with vents and rambles. (PS idk how to type soooo)

Apparently, love comes in the most unexpected ways. That's what she realized when her heart has finally began beating for someone she never expected to fall in love with. But that's the thing about love. There's always the pain as its consequence.

A female by the name of Dawn Serenity joins a group of scientists known as CELL Corporations after her boyfriend disappears. A man by the name of Raymond Fich promises to help her find him but they won't be able to do so until they destroy the only thing the government is after; A device she made that allows people to teleport to other universes

"Truth can be eclipsed by a thrilling lie," he said nonchalantly.

A collection of tangents, poems, and other thoughts. // Tangents. Tangerines. Every single time I think of the word tangent, I always think of tangerines. Of course I could get on a whole lot of different tangents about stuff that the word tangent reminds me of. But I always come back to tangerines. Is it because I'm a tangerine? No. I'm not a fruit. Because of the tang- sound? Most likely. But maybe figuratively, I relate to tangerines on a deep personal level. Who wouldn't? Someone who has enough social skills, intelligence, and talent, to not be needing to be on this stupid website at 3 am in the morning. But I'm not that kind of person. I'm probably just a tangerine. \\

Everybody is somebody else's weirdo: I suspect I may be many people's. Consider this a brain dump, or indeed a Brian dump given the misspelled pseudo-entity who lives in my skull. Tangential thoughts, comments, ideas, and general Brianisms from the soggy grey matter of Gav. And other stuff...

The things Kinugasa was missing and I desired.

Superhero stories based on the Weekend Writein prompts which are generally 500 word or less (or possibly a little more if I decide to stretch it. )

mood.

I was doing my French correction homework and I went of on a tangent and fell off into the deep blue sea. "Only when it's happening."

Every day your mind races past a million and one different things, different ideas and ultimately different possibilities and dreams. Where you see yourself in the future, what you did in the past, the troubles of each but also the excitement of new beginnings and outcomes. Sometimes it is just little ideas, like what your dog will be like, or where you imagine yourself living, and sometimes even inspirational tangents. Other days your thoughts wander towards more darker times. Regrets, sadness, times of sorrow, things your wish you could change, and past actions you wish you could redo. Either way, no matter what you think of, or what your mind wanders to, all your thoughts make up your day. The little thoughts make your day. In fact, they make UP your day. A collection of tangents and little rants of my inner mind and inspirational ideas. My future, my past, and all the little BIG thoughts in between. Life is a journey, so let it live. Let them guide you, just like I did.