Story cover for Random writting by ninin25
Random writting
  • WpView
    MGA BUMASA 61
  • WpVote
    Mga Boto 12
  • WpPart
    Mga Parte 8
  • WpHistory
    Oras 10m
  • WpView
    MGA BUMASA 61
  • WpVote
    Mga Boto 12
  • WpPart
    Mga Parte 8
  • WpHistory
    Oras 10m
Ongoing, Unang na-publish Feb 21, 2017
Mature
This a compilation of things i've written and ongoing works, they are just draft, and I thought about sharing them; I don't see myself as an author or a poetist and i have little knowledge about this subject but I enjoy to write them, they are some of them in English and some in Spanish because... it basically depends on my mood. 
So i'll be posting them weekly. This draft aren't proofreaded (because they are draft yeah you know) so i'm open to any type of (constructive) feedback.

Esta es una compilación de escritos y trabajos aún no terminados, la mayoría son solo borradores, pensé en compartirlos. No me veo a mi misma como una autora o poetisa mucho menos y tengo poco conocimiento sobre escritura, simplemente disfruto hacerlo y me ayuda a soltar mi mente, están escritos algunos en Ingles y otros en español porque... basicamente en mi humor ejejjejej. Así que estaré posteando semanalmente.  Como son borradores ninguno ha pasado por una prueba de lectura así que si quieren hacer algún tipo de retroalimentación (constructiva) sera recibida con mucho gusto.
All Rights Reserved
Sign up to add Random writting to your library and receive updates
o
Mga Alituntunin ng Nilalaman
Magugustuhan mo rin ang
Release ni FeelMyBreath
191 parte Kumpleto Mature
This is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years. Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxiety, sadnesses, anger, and hopelessness. I was desperate to be loved and feared it the most, I was a coward, I was self-destructive, I would mentally bend my thoughts to the point of bordering insanity. I was born into this world alone, and got too comfortable with it. Maybe I still am, but a fraction of what I used to be. This writing is extremely vulnerable, and potentially disturbing to others, as all my weaknesses, strengths, obsessions with making every moment sentimental, the sickening desperation I've had, the destructiveness, and the constant brutal reconstruction of my mind. Without guidance, it's been absolute intense chaos. Though, there is beauty in the darkness. Everything can be found in the darkness. You'll find that through my writing, I've somehow slowly become exactly what I've written. A living representation of my writing and what I wanted to be. Without myself even knowing it. A lot of my writing themes are based around nature, or some kind of natural aspect. The imagery I paint with natural metaphors is constant, the animals, just like you and I, the plants, and all other living things. I planted these seeds in my mind, unknowingly at the time, where I now feel the deep dark green jungle pressing at the inner walls of my skull. It's all that I want to consume my mind. There's so much to learn. The magic of nature, and it's infinite wisdom. It's as if I have been on this path all along, and I didn't even know what I was doing, yet my body and mind were passively taking care of me. Giving me and eventually showing exactly what I want, and wanted to become. I have every moment, every instance of suffering, and every epiphany to be thankful for. Soon, I'll be at peace from the raging storm.
"Diary" of an Autistic ni Not_Tireless_158
28 parte Kumpleto Mature
Hi. I'm Jas, and in case you didn't know, I am autistic. I have Asperger's Syndrome. I'm writing this book just so I can jot some of my thoughts down, and so you can see what it's really like to be autistic, well, for me at least. My best friend made a good comparison just the other day, no two fingerprints are the same, just like no two autistics are the same. I hope you'll enjoy this "diary" and no, I will not put too much about my personal life in here unless you deserve to know about something big happening to me. The other juicy deets are for a real diary. However, there will be sneak peeks to some of the stories I am writing within the confines of this so-called diary. I will also be offering random bits of advice from time to time, and you will get to meet some of my developing characters/ocs that will be featured in my future works. Warning 1: My characters and ocs are still in development, so they might come off as Mary-Sueish, and I don't want my characters to be annoying Mary Sues, so feel free to give feedback and/or constructive critisism on them: it would be a big help if you did because your advice would speed up their development and bring you the stories I am writing much faster than it would working on this on my own. Warning 2: This will have a mature rating because I am a huge potty mouth and I have depression so there'll probably be a lot of swearing and angst. Update: I have level 2 autism, as people do not use the term Asperger's Syndrome anymore, but the term Asperger's Syndrome is what I grew up hearing, so that's what I'm going to use.
Magugustuhan mo rin ang
Slide 1 of 10
Release cover
"Diary" of an Autistic cover
Trash Book of Extra. cover
My Poetry cover
Bitter Sweet Emotions cover
Metamorphasize cover
Trapped in my own head cover
paracosm-delusional nightmares cover
The Light in the Dark (Completed) cover
Silent Whispers of Dysphoria  cover

Release

191 parte Kumpleto Mature

This is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years. Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxiety, sadnesses, anger, and hopelessness. I was desperate to be loved and feared it the most, I was a coward, I was self-destructive, I would mentally bend my thoughts to the point of bordering insanity. I was born into this world alone, and got too comfortable with it. Maybe I still am, but a fraction of what I used to be. This writing is extremely vulnerable, and potentially disturbing to others, as all my weaknesses, strengths, obsessions with making every moment sentimental, the sickening desperation I've had, the destructiveness, and the constant brutal reconstruction of my mind. Without guidance, it's been absolute intense chaos. Though, there is beauty in the darkness. Everything can be found in the darkness. You'll find that through my writing, I've somehow slowly become exactly what I've written. A living representation of my writing and what I wanted to be. Without myself even knowing it. A lot of my writing themes are based around nature, or some kind of natural aspect. The imagery I paint with natural metaphors is constant, the animals, just like you and I, the plants, and all other living things. I planted these seeds in my mind, unknowingly at the time, where I now feel the deep dark green jungle pressing at the inner walls of my skull. It's all that I want to consume my mind. There's so much to learn. The magic of nature, and it's infinite wisdom. It's as if I have been on this path all along, and I didn't even know what I was doing, yet my body and mind were passively taking care of me. Giving me and eventually showing exactly what I want, and wanted to become. I have every moment, every instance of suffering, and every epiphany to be thankful for. Soon, I'll be at peace from the raging storm.