Wistful Stories

Once upon a time, There was a girl who believed. She opened her window for the boy made of stars, And the boy took hold of her heart.

When we were dreamers

A Letter to Everyone I have, Do, and Will Love, As well as My inner child, current self, and who I will become. Cover Photo Taken By my Dear Friend, Christian Montney.

"i have a feeling this might be a big mistake, or maybe, if we're lucky- something star-crossed." a small collection of poems written by a silly girl.

just a book of original poetry. a place, to express what you can't just say.

I like to write poetry and life writings sometimes, so I thought to upload them here.

This isn't a story. This is a letter from myself to myself. Kinda like diary. Here is all of my melancholic thoughts and other dramatic things in my life. I don't have s...

Adverse thoughts on a glass jar.

"Wistful" is a collection of romantic short stories. These are all my own original idea's and are not full stories.

Poems from Moyurakhkhi's Cigarettes, the novel. Some bonus ones too ;)

A story whose main inspiration is the song named Jesse's Girl. In this story, the main character: Jasper, has fallen in love with what he thinks is the prettiest girl i...

nostalgia // noun: a bittersweet longing for things, persons, situations of the past or love.

story ! hanako being a bit unsocial and unsure of everything. he had the plan of staying with nene for her emotions so he could feel that feeling of being alive again...

A short story based on an immortal Archer who travels the world granting wishes to those who really need them. How does he do it? Ahhhhh... read on. This short story as...

~a sad poem I wrote just before midnight several years ago~

Naomi has never been outside of the two-room apartment where she and her mother are kept, and the only window is a small skylight in her bedroom. The only love she has...

Honestly just a collection of short aesthetics; a mixture of things I've lived and longed for. (Disclaimer: The writing is mine but the cover image came from google. Al...

A little book of phrases that I made up and I think and pretty cool.

Sometimes my heart speaks and my hand writes, this is what they call poetry. But my heart is rough and imperfect and so my words are rough and imperfect. My only solace...