Woe Stories

". . . I am an artist with words I'll paint you a picture with lies I'll use delicate strokes To deceive fragile eyes . . ." raw poetry by an amateur writer

“I don’t know when exactly I fell for him. I don’t know if it was that first day that we met, or our first date a week later. I don’t know if it was all the movie nights we had at home after that first date, or if it was that time we played like children in the snow on Thanksgiving Day. What I do know, though, is that when he told me that he was dropping out of school at sixteen and moving to London, leaving me behind, I was heartbroken. And I don’t know if it will ever be repaired.” ***** 18-year-old Charisa Blake wants to leave behind everything from her old life in Suffolk when she begins her term at London University. For a while, she is successful, focusing on her studies and dealing with her newfound best friend, Alexi. But what she doesn’t realize is that Alexi is a fan of rising singer Ed Sheeran, who happens to be one of the very things Charisa is trying her hardest to forget. When Alexi manages to drag Charisa to one of Ed’s concerts at a local pub, Charisa hopes to just be able to get through the night unnoticed. But her hopes go unanswered as Ed sees her and Charisa is helplessly dragged back into his life, whether she wants it or not.

" Promise you'll keep me forever? " " Forever. "

This is a collection of poems I wrote in my spare time, if you could give feedback I would appreciate it greatly :) thanks

A collection of short stories based on the lives of your everyday people through misty glass panes, heavy curtains, and ivy-covered frames. Disclaimers: -All of the stories here are based on real events told as is (with the exception of the changing of names for privacy and setting for aesthetics purposes) -Cover photo not mine. If you know who owns it, kindly let me know so I can give credits :)

Just a compilation of poem's made by me that I worked really hard on so plez don't steal or copy. Also I'll make some poem recommendations if you want.

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Rogues and the Mate Bond. These were what Natalia Berglund blames for her parents’ death. She did her best to avoid these yet Alexander Lane came along. Her mate. A rogue. How cruel of fate to do this to her. Despite the attraction, she kept on avoiding the guy. The question is, will hatred overcome love or will it be the other way around?

basically Minecraft

Compilation of sadness and bitter in AULchars life. Pure concentrated angst: from light melancholy to hopeless darkness, from small conflicts to tragedy, from petty feelings to serious woe. The antipode of TheCrazyTyto's fluff one-shots. The book contains swearing, strong language, disgusting themes and warnings about traumatic components such as blood, gore and smut/nsfw elements. I'll also warn you about this in the beginning of every one-shot. 2.10.22 - #6 in "amonguslogic"

Jim is a spirit and he just got a job working at the infamous spirit prison, specifically watching the locked up spirits. He ends up meeting Nightwatcher, who's known for a lot of things, and listens to his tale of wOe (I love the title)

you were in a war you Heard Thought Felt Saw

woe (noun) great sorrow or distress, an affliction. © 2015, unpure All Rights Reserved.

Y/n got expelled a few times last year, her parents decided that she doesn't go to school for a few months and then they find the school they used to go in. How about she meets her old friend as his roommate? how will their story go? IM SORRY I COULDN'T FIND A GOOD COVER.

This is a collection of short stories dedicated to those that have proven themselves to be worthy of immortalization through my words. Essentially, these are the creatures in the forest of my mind.

While visiting a Pueblo (village) far away from the city, I found a mysterious good-looking girl, whose beauty shined among people. This is a short story dedicated to her, the girl who stole my heart and that I will never see back again.