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Just a mix of a journal and some stories that I come up with.
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Only a fake boyfriend•Dnf•
this is my first story so there might be errors and/or Grammer mistakes. If you have written something like this, please tell me. I do not intend to steal anyone's work at all.Kumpleto![Mysteries Within [Twisted Wonderland x Male Oc]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/311930017-256-k583925.jpg)
Mysteries Within [Twisted Wonderland x Male Oc]
Future Author note (2026): My writing here is painfully bad but I can't bear to unpublish it because it's my legit my first(?) fanfic i wrote. Read at your own risk idk Shune Sorishida, comes from a different world. A world far greater than the twisted world of wonderland. He gets transported as he finds himself in a coffin. Making friends along the way, but also enemies. Although, he isn't alone, he has a little companion right by his side. Whom will stick with him to the bitter end! As he is from a different world, overblotting due to excessive use of magic doesn't apply to him. Even so, he still faces hardship on his journey. To some, on the outside, he's calm and collected. But on the inside lies many mysteries... but, let me tell you this, his impact on the twisted world of wonderland is huge. Its almost as if,... he was ꋊꏂ꒦ꏂꋪ ꇙ꒤ꉣꉣꄲꇙꏂ꒯ ꓄ꄲ ꏂꉧ꒐ꇙ꓄ ꒐ꋊ ꓄ꁝꏂ ꊰ꒐ꋪꇙ꓄ ꉣ꒒ꋬꉔꏂ. Although, he seems like a kind soul, who he truly is... is a secret to outsiders. Hiding the truth from his... "friends" Why, might you ask? Well why don't you find out yourself? After all, this journey will be a new one im sure you'll enjoy Disclaimer: Twisted wonderland or any images used does not belong to me! Only Shune! This is an oc insert!! There will be cussing. Will not be following the story plot exactly since this will be mostly Shune's POV. (Since i've already seen so many follow the same path 🗿) TW!!! Verbal Abuse/Abuse(?)... mention's of violence. (I mean, there are overblots in the story... what would you expect?...) deathKumpleto
Poems Of Distress
wrote down how I felt at times. have deep feelings and messages behind. I tried to make them pleasing to read too :) it's my first time writing 'poems' ig , also English isn't my native language so sorry if I made mistakes, kindly correct me there. thank you for reading 🙏☺️ Written in year 2024Kumpleto
Jerk Face (Snatcher x reader)
"WHHHYYYYYYY HELLO THERE! You didn't forget about me, did you?! Don't tell me you forgot about me!" "...do you, like, have all these monologues framed on your wall or...?" ".....no..." •-~-• After a less than convenient engine malfunction occurs, you crash lands into Subcon Forest, injured and afraid. The whole situation seems pretty terrible. Bleeding, lost, without transportation. However, it gets even worse when a certain specter waltzes his way into your life to threaten your very existence. Well as the saying goes, Once you hit rock bottom, the only way to go is up. (I apologize if there are still any typos I've missed, feel free to let me know where they are! I have ADD so please be gentle. Gender-Neutral pronouns are used to be as inclusive as possible.) THESE CHARACTERS BELONG TO GEARS FOR BREAKFAST! Accept for a few, of course. ------ Highest rank(s): #1 snatcher #2 ahatintime #1 imsorrylol #1 thisisstupid #1 okboomer (lmao) 1# snatcherxreaderKumpleto
Who will ever know?
Content Warning: -Swearing - Suicidal tendencies - Complaining - lack of actual content This is not a story, if that's what your looking for then move along. If you've got advice, Great! You are free to comment it and I am free to ignore it.
• Sanity •
Used to be/Formally known as 'Crazy' / 'Unstable' This is a practice story formed from an idea i've had for a while. I will attempt to put my thoughts into play, this story includes South Park because that is one of the only things i'm more comfortable with. I've had problems similar to this (extremely violent thoughts/actions), and my cousin has had them as well. So we are now getting better so anyway enjoy and give creative criticism. I hope you avoid bad criticism, but yeah. Oh and I am bad at writing, and I hope to improve when writing this, but since I'm bad luck I doubt that* ~Anyway Enjoy this really old idea of a story! This story will be continued to be modified for Grammar errors* • Bye! My cousin will help with this story but they avoid their own profile(they don't have one)Kumpleto
Draft Thought
This story is meant as journal for self-reflection purposes only. As someone whose emotions and thoughts are in constant chaos, I'm still grappling in this reality that I'm having a hard time to manage these intrusive thoughts that I often ruminate a lot. It's making me lose my mind and I'm struggling on how to articulate and express myself, but at least in here, I'm going to vent here. Feel free to exit this story if you don't like it. I'm just someone whose living in silence. You don't need to continue reading this one if it doesn't make sense to you. You know how I write things out of random and you might not understand some things. I feel chaotic inside that it's too hard to explain. Take note that this is not your typical story, this only contains words of personal essay which is based from daily experiences of the writer itself. And as a respect to the writer, refrain from commenting accusatory remarks and profanities. This story is entitled Draft Thought for a reason. A daily life reflection of thoughts, feelings and even random topics to talk about. An outlet to release the burdens placed on my mind, and as a way of expressing my own view on things. A/N: On later part of the story, there goes a compilation of special entries meant for depth introspection, catching the essence of feelings and seeing the glimpse of my past solitude journey.Kumpleto
Blood in the Margins: a collection of different poems, unfinished potential
FINISHED AND COMPLEATED. Just poems, I suppose. Or maybe a scrapbook of scars. A chaotic collage of half-born stories, abandoned plots, and feelings too loud to ignore. This isn't a novel. It's a graveyard of unwritten books- stitched together with ink and impulse. A little trauma here, a little heartbreak there. Addiction. Bad parents. Dangerous love. The usual mess. I never claimed to be a poet, but pain has a way of teaching rhythm. And when the stories in my head refused to become chapters, they became verses instead. My father? A ghost in flesh. A man who cradled needles more tenderly than he ever held me. He is an addict. A lover of oblivion. And I, the daughter left behind in the smoke of his escape. Does that make me a girl with "daddy issues"? Or just a girl still learning how not to bleed from wounds she didn't choose? This book is for the overthinkers, the almost-authors, the ones who feel too much and write too little- until the words finally spill out like blood on the page. Welcome to the ride. There's no exit. But there's poetry in the wreckage. Author's Note I didn't set out to write a book. I set out to survive my own mind. This is what happens when you have too many stories, too many ghosts, and not enough discipline to finish a single novel. So instead, I wrote poems- or something like them. Fragments. Feelings. Flashbacks. A scrapbook of the soul. Some of these pieces are fiction. Some are memory. Some are just what happens when you stare at the ceiling too long and let your thoughts rot into poetry. If you've ever had a thousand ideas and no idea where to start- if you've ever felt too broken to write but too full not to- this is for you. Thanks for riding with me. There's no map. No neat ending. Just the wreckage, and the words we make from it.Kumpleto
Stars In Our Eyes ✔️
Dear self, It might look like it's too much at the moment but you are strong. Real strong. So please keep going. You've got this. This is a collection of select random and 'healing' entries that I was able to produce as I tread through life. My thoughts • My writings YEAR: 2020 •••100% original and unedited (yet) entries •••pictures are not mine unless otherwise stated •••this is pretty much STILL something real personal highest rankings as of 10/18/2020: #44 in PERSONAL #135 in THOUGHTS #68 in JOURNAL #86 in SELF DISCOVERY #137 in HEALING #6 in NOTASTORYKumpleto
IT & ST Imagines & Preferences
i wrote this when i was 13 so i'm sorry for how bad it is but a lot of people seem to enjoy it so i'm leaving it up, just know i am self aware xKumpleto
this is my first story so there might be errors and/or Grammer mistakes. If you have written something like this, please tell me. I do not intend to steal anyone's work at all.
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