Vague Stories

To Yuta, Dongyoung is just some stuck up rich kid. To Dongyoung, Yuta is just some average middle-classman. But there's more than what meets the eye.

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I wrote this little story during one of my hearing colleges out of boredom. I wanted to show 2 different perspectives of lives, out of the eyes of people who live in very different situations, very different lifes, but still can feel the same way about it. Eyes is a short story, exisiting out of 2 short chapters about 2 persons' feelings at one specific moment in their day. _________________________________________________ Nothing changes overnight, atleast not in real life. ©Ainhoa Van den Eynde

where the god of peace finds an imbalance in the world or connection, songs, and heartache. - Major credits to blujamas on a03 for writing Passerine. This is heavily inspired by it <3

Miscellaneous bits of poetry, thoughts, and emotional venting find this 'story' as their home.

Moving along with things and running into new things and waking out of old things.

Poetries..or U can call it as poems....

Description d'un mecanisme, la journee debute et la machine est lancee.

This is originally for an English creative writing piece of work for school (2018) but i grew proud of it and so decided to post it here! This story plays around with numerous ideas within story writing in English: unreliable first person narrator, vague descriptions, repetition, extended metaphors, etc. I had a lot of fun writing this, especially since the narrator used is one of my own characters that is still really new to the group! :D Hope you guys enjoy! Ps - the drawings aren't mine, just found them on the internet! OwX""

Scene 1 The acolytes where surrounding him. There swords raised in union and dripping with crimson blood.His blood. He tried to run but each step was agony, the pulsating pain flowing throughout his body from the poisoned cut located in the centre of his chest immobilised him and created and automatic death sentence. With his last remaining breath he tried chanting the sacred words of old but what left his mouth where just gasps and whispers. It was over. He failed. There was no stopping them, the last of the great mages of old was about to be slain by some lowly soldiers. His once sacred robes forged from the skin of the last dragon king where now drenched in blood, dripping with crimson. The acolytes slashed down there sword with such force the ground trembled and shock. What was the once great mage was now a unrecognisable corpse smothered in both blood and darkness. The war was won. The darkness hailed supreme.

Have you ever read a story and hated the one who wrote it because of its ending? This is a story that will give you just that. It is about Murphey who is a neurosurgeon at a clinic. He falls in love with Sophey, and they go on a certain number of dates before unmasking, at the end, a truth that was hanging over Murphey's head. This is not a typical love story, nor is it a sugar-coated tell-tale where they marry each other and live happily ever after. It has some twisting points and some symbolism to it. Pay attention while reading. If you're interested in happy endings, don't read this. There will be very few happy moments in between. And there will be a bitter ending at last.

a book filled with poems, one shot stories and thoughts

A girl, a magical world, a brief history of her journey.

Yup. You guessed it right. This is a rant book. Basically, everything that will be written in these pages will be rants slash TALKS(haha, yeah right) about different topics. Some of these rants may be relatable, and some may be just opinions. Either way, I hope you'll enjoy. WARNING: This is seriously a rant book.

To that little girl in the past, stay and enjoy your life there. This lady will do her best to be who we want. And to you in the future, wait for this lady there. The path may be rough, but she is striving to survive and reaching out her arms to reach you there and be as one with her.

✯ ᴀ ɴᴏ ᴡɪɴ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ✯

Just a poem I wrote when someone really close said something which deeply hurt me.

A girl named Strix. Mysterious shapes in the shadows. Bravery, fear, and no way to explain the helpless pain. Oh, and if you copy my story line, ideas, or even my names, I will find you. Thank you for reading.

Records thoughts and events of a 20 something cruising through life, told in a personal, vague way with words.

I'm in an abyss of nothing since like, forever. Probably Rosa's idea. I've been given a box full of random items - scissors, a notebook, a blank photo. Probably Rosa's idea. People surround me and talk on and on but never really about anything. Probably Rosa's idea. I think I'm in a dream but I can't wake up and it won't ever end until I go through these red doors with blue doorhandles. Rosa's idea.