Wanderingmind Stories

It's not a story . I'm writing poetries here. I'm writing everything I feel, everything I think, everything I imagine. The poetries can be in hindi as well as english. ...

This consist of venting,deep thoughts and just randomness, I don't know if this is what your looking for but these are just some deep thoughts that run through my mind a...

What makes a good story? In the past year, Cathy has had way too much time in her hands to ponder this question. She has read many more novels than she expected, of vary...

I have no plot of a story, I just want a place to freely write the thoughts that enter my mind.

Poetry... My interest for reading starts from poems. I always thought of writing one. It took lot of time to put my thought to action. Also, YourQuote help...

Sitting in my rocking chair, my fingertips slightly touching the freshly painted end of the metal fences of our house, surrounded by the warm yet shivering atmosphere of...

This story mainly of human feelings and how to cope with those hard feelings and some moral values that a 16 year old girl like me has learnt.It also consists of though...

Some random thoughts which pass by like wind and leave behind a void to be filled.

All these words have flown down my eyes along with teardrops

This is a story about my wandering brain. Will you wander with me?

I've seen a few other authors put together a little poetry book and I thought what a great idea! Sometimes I'm hit by these deep thoughts or complicated feelings that ar...

This compilation brings together a rich tapestry of poetry, quotes, messages, prose, and self-reflection. Each piece is crafted to resonate deeply with the reader, offer...

I've been thinking of so many things.. Things that i can't comprehend and i can't speak out. Thoughts from my wandering mind and doomed soul.

Just another ordinary day. <3

I am not a writer just writing for improving my English but whatever I write is from my heart. If you don't want to read it then don't but if you are reading it and you...

Sometimes, just sometimes, my mind plays with words. And I think this is the place to keep it safe. P.S. No! This ain't my diary. :)

Poetic appreciation for those days when you just can't get out of bed

The last thing I remember.. I was in the middle of the crowd screaming- so loud that I thought the veins in my throat would explode and my ears would bleed. But I was...

The greatest story exists within us when we acknowledge the beauty of our thoughts and feelings.