Trivial Stories

His words were laced with trivial meanings. start: 5/28/2017 COVER: ME COVER ARTWORK BY: KELOGSLOOPS 2022 Edit: MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING FOR MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES (+MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM!) I am no longer actively using Wattpad and am much healthier than I was when I wrote these. If reading about such topics may affect your wellbeing or state of mind, please do not proceed. Please take care of yourself, I wish you well!

All these is a short story composed of almost 50 chapters. Please do not copy. NO PLAGIARISM.

Feel free to read and have fun!

Compilation of heartfelt poems that resound within me.

Esta es una adaptación de una canción de un anime llevada a mi campo, espero que os guste!

This book is kinda nonsense and I'm just gonna spill some trivial informations about myself. And no wtf I'm not Cole Sprouse.

A story about a time where all illness, and war have stopped. Then somebody break a fingernail.

Ever been in the same class with a certain rich girl who's first name starts with a vowel? What if every day she said something so ridiculous you wanted to write it on Wattpad? Oh, by the way, it says "Fiction" down by the genre. That's because I completely made everything up. It seemed like a fun idea, so forget that it's not an actual really spoiled person, okay? Good.

This blue eyed girl sees the world in a light like no other. She wants to be as free as a cloud, to twist and change however she pleases. Follow us on her journey of life and all of it's trials in "Wherever The Wind Blows".

Trivial Boxer grew up on the Chalk, but left for the big city. It was there that he heard the call of the Great God Om, and finally knew peace. To his surprise, he found that his first posting as a full Priest was back to the people of the Chalk. Not quite ON the chalk you understand, but just a little over the border. Close enough, but on the far side of the line. This is the tale of the unfortunate Priest of Om sent back to the Chalk, to deal with the people, the ups and downs of rural life, and of course, the dark thing that wants very much to come back. Oh, and witches.

"profoundly trivial" A collection of poems written by me.

Soy alguien que se conforma con lo que sea, no tengo metas, ni visión en mi futuro, prefiero que las personas decidan por mi, nunca tuve problema con ello, sentía tranquilidad en el vacío, y la soledad. Hasta que en algún momento, no se ni porque, esta entidad que rehúso a llamarla Dios, quiere que cambie algo con mi vida, ¿Por qué?, mi vida es perfecta. O al menos eso creía, hasta que pude presenciar la luz que ella irradiaba. ¿Por qué la deje ir?

The Fallacy of Relative First World Problem Triviality: Why Dismissing Complaints Based on Global Catastrophes Is Problematic

" How beautiful would that evening be Just you and a cup of coffee " Collection of small two line poems about everyday life. I plan to update ten couplets every Thursday. Enjoy! Vote and comment if you feel so. :)