Nuit d'hiver
- Reads 7
- Votes 0
- Parts 1
Poème court inspiré de photos que j'ai réalisé.
Merci de me demander si vous souhaitez utiliser mes photos :)
All Rights Reserved
#2
photomanipulation
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
Creepypasta/Slenderverse experiences + research
This will be my online journal, since i have lost the one i have in real life. All of the photos and evidence of HIS existance is all real. You can choose whether you want to believe it or not, to me it doesnt matter. Because i know what i have seen... This will contain ways to summon them, my research + personal stuff / Photos occasionally.
The Maze Runner Oneshots & Imagines
A bunch of imagines and oneshots written when I'm inspired. Requests OPENComplete
Why? PoetsPub 2021 Achievement Hunter Challenge
Compilation of submissions to @PoetsPub Summer 2021 Challenge.Complete
Living Life, Frame by Frame
Through a camera lens, you can capture certain moments of life. This book will be a collection of short stories and poems that will be based off of photos that I have taken. If a short story or poem has themes that some may find sensitive or triggering, this will be mentioned at the start. All photos will also be displayed at the start, so you can view the photo before/while reading. All photos in this book are from my Instagram (kierazepug) All short stories and poems are also my own works. Any inspiration from other things will be credited at the start. (such as a video game or song) The cover was created by me, and the photo in the cover is also from my Instagram. ********* HIGHEST RANKING: #88 in poetryComplete
Contest Entries
One shots for various contest....Complete
soft clouds, crystal skies
❝𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦? 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳? 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺? 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺?❞ ˜"*°•˜"*°•˜"*°• light filters through the windows you've shut. where have you found yourself lately? come with me and together, we will watch the sky. we will watch how stars move across it. we will see how far the clouds travel before they fade. together, we will see soft rain and crystal days. until we find what we're looking for. ˜"*°•˜"*°•˜"*°• - completed - all graphics are made by me - cream caramel poetry series #5 © sofiya v. 2021Complete
The Black Phone Cast Imagines
Just a bunch of cast imagines and preferences - PEOPLE INCLUDED --- - Miguel Cazarez Mora - Brady Hepner - Mason Thames - Tristan Pravong - I will add more people if you ask These will be the Characters x Fem!Reader (sorry to the others) - Content warnings at the beginning of chapters <3Complete
Poems of the Atmos
Random thoughts from different moments on various things for infinite reasons. If I don't mention that I made or own the photo, know that it isn't mine. I used Canva, Google, or Wattpad Covers to make my book covers/pictures additions. Thank you for reading and voting!Complete
Pinwheels and Dandelions
I was kicked around like trash on the streets. I was the book that nobody could understand or read, but without a care, they were quick to rip out the pages. I screamed for attention, but time after time, I was ignored. Nobody noticed me, so I made myself at home in my own shadow. They say there's light at the end of the tunnel -- I searched and searched for it, but it could never be found. Therefore, I lost hope as I hid in the shade and endured what seemed like everlasting pain. The little hope I did have was snatched from my arms. My baby brother was my life, and they took my glimpse of hope away. Home. Is that a word? Maybe for a family of some kind, but for me, I never had a place to call home. I moved from place to place. Unstable foster care, fighting for my life in group homes, barely surviving in detention centers, and running away from being mistreated as I made many benches my temporary home. The only thing that I was familiar with was a black plastic bag containing my dirty rags. I am too young to know what it feels like to survive. These are the cards life has dealt me and I am not meant to win; however, I easily lose without trying. It is hard for me to find peace. I am paying for my mother's reckless actions. I am trapped in a world where the sun has died because I am unable to feel love. I am unable to dream. Sorrow is my aura, and the sadness hugs me. My eyes are closed shut by the barbed wire fence from my eyelashes as they prohibit tears from falling. I am damaged. When will the morning come? Did the sun put up a fight last night, like I do every single day? If I can survive the day, I know the sun isn't dead. One day, I will awake to a glorious sunrise. Until then, I hope my brother keeps blowing his pinwheel, and I will keep making wishes with every dandelion I come across. For now, all I know is that everything was taken from me, and the only thing I own is my name.Complete
My Poems
Inspiration sources at random times From dawn to dusk My mind whirls with thoughts Ideas embedded onto paper and screens Memories captured within words As time progresses So does my talent Words form into poesies Poesies form into poetry And poetry fuels my flickering light These are My Poems If you want more poetry, I started another book called "My Words". Don't forget to vote! Thank you :) -SteveHenryHaroldComplete
This will be my online journal, since i have lost the one i have in real life. All of the photos and evidence of HIS existance is all real. You can choose whether you want to believe it or not, to me it doesnt matter. Because i know what i have seen... This will contain ways to summon them, my research + personal stuff / Photos occasionally.
More detailsContent Guidelines