Whim Stories

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: -

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

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...."

"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"

I started writing some lyrics on a whim. Perhaps someday there will be a music to sing to.

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!

She thinks it will be a day like any other in war torn 1941 Europe, until she comes upon a fateful encounter with Peter van Pels, one of the famous Annex’s residents, one blistery, cold winter’s day.

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.

A poem about the inconsistency of life

When Melody Tenshi was a child, too young to understand this world, her life was torn apart. She watched as humans murdered her entire family, all but sister and herself. Melody's twin sister managed to send her somewhere safe, erasing her memories of her family so that she could live in peace. As humans took her away, her last words were "I love you". 13 years have passed since that day. Melody spent her time living in the forest, but every so often she came to the nearby village for human company. Of course, she was careful not to get close. On a hot summer evening, Melody passed by a boy, slightly older than she was. As their gazes met, her heart stopped. But he disappeared into the crowd, leaving her wondering who he was.

I fear writing this all down will make what happened more real. It scares me what happened. Right now I try and forget it all but when I write it all comes back. Which was exactly the opposite of what I wanted to happen. I thought writing would make me forget you, I thought you would just filter out of my head and that I could finally escape, and hopefully at best never think of you again. I thought all my feelings I never said, would just finally be released in my writing, but it only made the feeling more intense. And now all I can think about is what we had, and what we will never have. So this story is about my love for, well you know, you.

The most beautiful form of poetry in my opinion. :)

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

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.

In which Julius is a deadpan snarker with emotional constipation and Adrian is gay and doesn't know what's going on. Something love story that started with a dildo in a closet and someone passed out drunk in someone else's kitchen. Please leave all expectations at the door.

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.