Whim Stories

Delaney Marlowe is minding her own business. Mafia daddy Nico Valente is minding her business too. She calls it intrusive. He calls it destiny. Tomato, tomahto.

In a fast paced world, reading stories was my past time. I was hoked with the different kinds of world building inside the novels and books that I've read. A princess. A prince. A hero. A villain. There are even thieves, dancers, doctors, soldiers and even magicians and swordsman that isn't present in the world that I live. Magic doesn't exist here. I love every kind of world that I read, the characters and events that unfold. Some made me mad, others made me laugh and then before I know it, tears would roll down my cheeks. They made me understand different forms of love. Tragic love. Undying love. Faithful love. Twisted love. True love. Toxic love. And an almost kind of love...they almost love each other. They almost made it. And one day, I woke up and told myself that I wanted to write one. I want to create a world too. A world with my chosen characters. A world where I would want to live myself. Though it was just one of my whims, driven by a surge of emotions, with the excitement of creating a world like the stories I've read and love. I was only purely acting on impulse but that day, I took out my phone and wrote online. It was a story I didn't even put much thought into. There are clearly a lot of typographical errors, missing words because I'm typing too fast, even grammatically incorrect sentences and plot holes in every turn of the pages. It wasn't much. But I can still vividly remember the joy I felt while writing. It was frustrating yet kind of liberating. It was fun and all, not until one day I woke up in the body of my main character. One thing came to mind then, 'I'm doomed!' + VintageConstellation A Writer's Whim Started: March 8, 2025 Ended: -

Adventure about a twenty something princess trying to find her lost parents. Along the way, she meets interesting characters and sees old friends in new lights. Her sister is to be queen and cannot leave the castle due to Martian Coronation Rules, so Willow, our heroine, faces this emotional task with her best friend Whim.

A, or a series of, snapshot(s). Or scene(s). Designed to be short. Like this description :P

Friendship? Romance? Action-Collaboration? Are those things you want in a story? Well, don't look further. Your wish is just here. This story tells us the importance of patience. Remember, "We are in playing the same game, just different levels, but with hints; dealing the same hell, just same devils, but with angels."

It's only some stuff that I write on a whim. It'll only be a little bit of stuff on here..

One hundred days of poetry, completely random. Creative juice overflow, you just found an nice place to bounce you ideas. Need inspiration? Check this out! READ/VOTE/COMMENTS are welcome!

"You are so..so" He opened and closed his fists as if he could grab the words He turned to me intently seeming to have found the right vocabulary "Impulsive!" I let out an insane cackle at this.He said it as if it were a bad thing. "And?" i asked between un-lady like giggles "And? And you always act on impulse and sure its harmless when you want to see a monkey so you we go to the zoo. You like a shirt so you buy it. You see a hobo so you make him a sandwhich .You want to go get ice cream? We'll stop by dairy Queen." He sucked in a breath of air "But you want to just up and leave? Jumping from place to place like you've got all the time in the world-" I opened my mouth to argue at this but he shot me a glare and my better judgment told me to hush it. "You cant just do that Lena.." He tugged at his hair suddenly looking very tired Blowing out a sigh that seemed to engulf the whole room as he gently leaned his head against the wall. "You cant just keep doing things on whim"

Okay. Poems. Whim. They're awesome. This is a collection of poems that I DID NOT WRITE. It's just I really like them so I'll be picking out the ripe poems out of the great big poem tree and sharing them with you.

She alway get what she wants it not fair ad now she's got a boyfriend well it's about time I exploded and I better do it to

a story without and ending.

"As I feel myself slipping away, I ask that you take care of my baby....let her know that I love her...."

Human chose one day to be born One day, human fell The night human fell, Human was born They sought help from the divine to end humanity Not knowing that.. A short story about Hyte and his surroundings.

(this is the worst fanfiction i've ever written ALSO? i'm pretty sure i'm the first person to make a fooffle fanfiction LMAO) Fool and Ephe discover that, really, they were dreaming about each other. It was a horrid coincidence But wait.. Isn't there another person that we're missing here? Now, what's wrong with having a little wish or two in an imaginary land full of WHIMsical creatures? Our dreams have been the source of our thoughts, the source of our friendships.. The source of our.. Nightmares. Ignoring all our problems in the real world by sleeping all day.

As the night comes with darkness it brings along opportunities. For the coming of age introverted yet adventurous young lady it means she might be her time to understand the lights she sees in the sky. Most importantly what light he reveals that's been inside her all along.

Being baited into adopting a child is the worst kind of peer pressure. Especially when you don't like children, but Jin Radcliffe, the owner of a successful nightclub, is the poor fool that fell for it. However, Amelia isn't as bad as he initially thought so maybe it's alright, at least that's what he tells himself...

Drabbles. Flash fiction. Shorts. One shots. Call them what you will. Conatined here are stories that come and go quickly, passing in barely the span of a blink. Catch them if you can.

contains multiple poems covering the topic of liking someone, crushes, and multiple highschool events. Art camp 2014 is referring to a 5-day field trip to a camp in which many events occurred.