Unconnected Stories

Things I have troubles with and wrote about. Some of them will be poems, but a lot of them will probably be rants that have a somewhat rythem. Trigger warning: touches sensitive topics. A different warning: I'm not looking for help. This is simply a way to express my emotions, and some of these are already resolved, I just like what I wrote. I am currently in therapy and again, do not want help for my mental state from wattpad.

A bunch of unconnected and scattered thoughts. A broken mirror, a clenched fist, misty breath in the cool morning air. A forgotten melody on the wind and a laugh that doesn't quite reach ears. A thought. Is that what you are? What you've become? I miss you, y'know.

"You would never betray me, right? You're the only one I have left..." Convinced that her parents' tragic death was not a mere accident, Zuri is determined to uncover the truth and is willing to destroy anything that gets in her way. But the closer to the truth she thinks she gets, the more she realizes that everything she once knew and believed was fake. The deeper she dives, the more she finds herself becoming the monster she was once trying to destroy.

Just some little shorts I've been writing from time to time.

A collection of unconnected scenes I wrote when inspiration called. (Cover by Figurine)

This is a collection of short poems, prose, and other musings that come to me from time to time. I hope you, reader, find it enjoyable.

"I....I can't believe this! I thought you loved me! I trusted you!" My vision started to become foggy as I tried to fight the tears back. "I would rather jump off a cliff than be with you!" His words just hurt like someone had stabbed me in the heart.

Here is a collection of short stories that I am continuously updating. All of them have different themes and purposes. Some are deeper than others, and some are just fun ideas that I had. They are not connected to any existing piece of media. They are of my own creation.

I have a folder on my computer filled with my creative works. a lot of which I have abandoned. All of them have been gathered here. All are unconnected to each other, save for the fact that they came from my overflowing head. If you wish to expand upon them. you have my permission to do so, so long as you source me as the original idea person. Enjoy

A short story about an Old Man and his newspaper and the little boy next door.

One-shots about what the nations would believe if they were depressed. I may extend one or two of these into an actual story.

I've got some little snippets of writing I really like, but that don't belong anywhere, so I'm going to dump them all here. Each one is just a little small, paragraph or so. If any get enough attention or I look back and want to do something with them, I'll start a new story with them, so no stealing. None of them are connected unless otherwise stated.

This will contain x reader preferences x reader oneshots matching a of characters romantically and platonically and pretty much anything else This WILL NOT contain smut/lemons whatever you like to call them I don't personally like writing in detail though I will do fade to blacks Requests will be available for this story but I will also come up with individual ideas as they come to me

Pinsan ko siya. Kaibigan ko si Toppeng. Naging sila. Nagkahiwalay. Nagalit ako sakanya. Nawala si Lolo Ano pa ba?! Pwede tama na? Pano nga ba umabot aa ganito? Tngn..

It all started with a brick to the head, but how is that connected to the rest of the story? Joe is a nineteen year old who just got out of the hospital after six months. He had promised his best friend that he would visit her in the hospital every day. But as he struggles to keep it, he meets three girls who all seem to need his help in some way. He tries to help them, but along the way he is becoming close to all four of them and his bad memory is getting in the way. All four of them are little dots in his life that he can't seem to connect. Which means that they are unconnected, right? Starting and ending with a brick to the head, Joe can't even wrap his head around his own story. Disclaimer: The characters Rena, Zoe, Shiki, Kimiko, J, Matthew, Miki, Louisa, and Ken are not my characters and belong to Genius Studios Japan.

This is where I dump whatever I want to write about but doesn't require it's own story. The occasional chapter will be a sequel but if that's the case I'll go back and edit the first parts title. Anyway, enjoy the dump.

what I dreamt the night before. I look for no real reason to do this other than remembering what I dreamt about because it was in my memory when I woke up. The pics and art ain't mine.

Don't read. This book is up for the sole purpose of me getting out every single damn thing that comes to my mind and that I can't say out loud, not to get readers. I don't want all this going on a piece of paper and being lost because I was too careless. This is a collection of me as a writer, as a dreamer. So that somehow, someway, these thoughts won't be lost. Thank You.