Threeam cerita

Horror short stories that may or may not creep you out. Have fun! I consider myself a pacifist so it hopefully shouldn't be too graphic. DON'T LIKE DON'T READ!!!!

Sneak peek: The beach is cooling with each step she takes, the sand is soft in between her painted toes, the waves lap gently against the shore, the stars are out tonight, bright against the blackness of the sky. She spots him sitting in the sand, his toes in the water, staring away into the distance.

what is love baby dont hurt me dont hurt me no more

I'm going to be writing some some AU's that I found -mostly on Google. I'll include the description that they left and we'll see where it goes! ______________ "Someone needs to write a "the fire alarm went off at 3 am and now the cute guy from the flat next door is standing next to me in his underwear." AU."

Revelations, poems, short stories and three a.m monologues, all as tiny as a post-it

"I know it's three in the morning, but do you wanna walk around aimlessly?"

a collection of words from sleepless nights.

~ » all my dreams are almost impossible « ~ ~ poetry ~

Something I may or may not continue Stuff gonna get heated 🥵🥵🥵🥵😏😏😏😏🤪🤪🤪 1029283838+ but it's full of drama between RELLY shippers and lorey but AmaNdA nOoNa OpPaR uNi chAn 🥵 🥵🥵 🥵 is always better den both so yeet cancel Lola people Lola go bye bye

A collection of poetry based on the short poem: "3:00am The only ones awake at 3:00am are the lonely and the loved." - Anonymous These are my 3:00am thoughts

random thoughts at random times that could be perceived as poetry

A girl thinks she's going to miss her flight but ends up meeting a handsome stranger.

Remember... this is just my opinion, don't go spreading hate please. (I won't include Pokémon horizons, because it's still airing)

Written about different characters, overlapping in varying degrees. These stories are written alone in a dark room. The mood changes wildly from each one, and the stories and about completely different circumstances. All of them connect with the strange sense of being awake in the quiet gray hours.

Sometimes we lay awake at night, thinking. Sometimes the voices in our head won't quiet down once the noise of daily life has gone away. Sometimes all our emotions feel like bursting out of our heads. That is when I write. I write to try and calm the voices. I write to try and find peace. I write in hope that maybe someone else will understand. And maybe that someone will be you. So take a read. Listen to a couple of my late night ramblings. See if maybe you understand, maybe you feel something in my writing. I don't know. Maybe you will. It's up to you.

It's three AM and everything starts to come tumbling down.