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Never To Be Sent Letters (That Actually Get Sent Without Me Knowing)

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bestfriend departed life magical notebook

I have a notebook.
A best friend who's not in my village anymore. With no means of communication between us.
A socially awkward, introverted personality.
Some so-called great writing skills.

Remember the notebook I mentioned earlier? It just HAPPENS to be magical.
I think.All Rights Reserved

bestfriend departed life magical notebook

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$Little Something {Undertale Sans x Mute reader (Fluff Warning)} <COMPLETE> by Gradient_Writer$

you cannot talk. you have a notebook and pencil you carry around with you everywhere. you've never talked. everything you do is silent. a single soft sound is forbidden to come from your mouth. You are a mute. and no one sticks around for as long as someone is about too. Be looking out for book 2, "Little Moments"

"I'm not the monster on the inside." • [Tom x Reader] by LB5538

You've known Tom since the two of you were little kids. The two of you grown very close to each other as you got older. But growing into adults, you started to notice Tom acting different. You tried to not put much mind into it thought. Two years later you and Tom decided to move in together. This is just when you really saw that there was something wrong with Tom. You ask him what was wrong all he would tell you is, "oh I'm fine y/n" or, "there isn't anything wrong y/n" that just worried you more. One day tom was acting very, very weird... you had to ask him again but this time you were more serious about asking. Once you asked he sighed looking up at you. "I'm getting tracked down and followed... because of something that this person thinks involves me...." tom said. You wanted to ask more but couldn't due to you being socked. You just knew you wanted to be there for Tom as much as possible and help protect him. (Original cover art was not made by me, just a simple edit over) (I do not own any of the characters in this story) (All warnings aren't listed in the first chapter posted)

It's all about Her by theartist_nick

What a wonder it is that you might not have a single clue that someone somewhere, from the core of their heart, writes about you. Maybe a secret admirer or a long lost friend, How you lie in the words of their poetry, in each phrase until the end. In the notes and the journals In the depths of the pages, with every drop of ink, love has been buried for ages They don't express their affection. Instead, get it down on the paper with bliss, and you might not have a single clue about it. What a wonder it is. Theartist_nick

mollitiam by Dumblewhore_111

Pages filled with thoughts I wouldn't dare say out loud. The weird, random moments that stuck with me, the people I noticed but pretended I didn't. The way I felt about things I acted indifferent to. It was all there, inked into the pages like a conversation with myself. No one would ever read it. No one would ever know the things I thought about, the things I laughed at, the things that made me roll my eyes at myself. Like how I let my gaze linger too long on that boy before groaning at my own damn self. Or how I swore I didn't care about people, but some part of me still held onto the memories of them anyway. My journal didn't judge. It just took everything in, let me spill it all out without making it a big deal. Without making me a big deal. So I wrote. Scribbled fast, let my thoughts spill onto the paper. Then I closed it, held it close for a second-like I always did-before tucking it away again. Out of sight, but never really out of mind.

Catch Me, I'm Fallin.. by jinggay1992

"Don't even think about how the f**k goes anything!" He clenched his fist. It was him, the man that I really loved for the whole fourteen years, without knowing it. How come I didn't see him immediately. My heart was pounding, all I wanted was, to hold his hand with mine, keep him for myself, love and cherish him. I'm in love with him, and nothing can change the way I feel for him. He planted a peck on my lips. "Just tell me if you could give us a chance." I smiled, then pulled him for another kiss, not wanting him to let go, but before I could regain my senses, he took control of those kisses we shared, he licked, sucked and bit my lips until, I gasped and took that moment to explore every inch of my Mouth with his tongue. I don't know, how long we've kissed, but when we finally pulled a bit away from each other while gasping and running after our breath, his expression was pure delightful and surprised. My heart flutters, He simply smiles and kisses me again more gently and passionately this time. Published Date: November 14, 2022 Finished Date:

Falling, Still by Dee_zire

"What does it mean to love someone who doesn't love you back? To wait, to hope, to wonder if love can change the way the stars align?" This is not just a story,it's a journey. A raw, intimate recollection of love that bloomed in silence, of moments that lingered too long in the spaces between friendship and something more. It's about patience, about the ache of wanting, and the quiet magic of the unexpected. But this isn't a tragedy. This is a love story. A story of persistence, of quiet longing turned into something real;of two souls finding their way to each other against all odds. Some love stories are loud, written in fireworks and grand gestures. This one was whispered..written in stolen glances, unsaid words, and the kind of love that waits. If you've ever loved, lost, or wondered what it means to hold on-this is for you.

My Poetry Escape by Someone_Invisible15

I may just be a girl. No one special. Nothing compared to others. In the eyes of the universe, I am just a little speck of dust. My light may not shine very bright, and it may not be of any use, but I am me. Writing is my only escape out of this world. I cry rivers of ink and climb mountains of words. I may not write as well as others, but my writing is just a different style. They're my feelings. I really do hope you can connect to some of the work in here. Please, do not copy any of this work without informing me first. Thank you! "My Escape" I have a supply, In the closet near my bed, Of past memories, Hanging by a thread. A thread, Connected to my mind, That thread, Just follows me around. I have a hole, In the middle of my heart, That hole fills up, When someone's torn apart. I have a tear, Accompanying my lonely eye, Knowing, whenever I'm alone, I can sit in a corner and cry. Even though, These things are there, I still have ink, a notebook, and a pen, To care. I write and write, To my heart's desire, New feelings erupt, By the hour. Writing is, My one escape, In this cruel and careless world, I have the power, to awake. "A Story Without Words" A story told, In a little tune, A golden smile, And a shining tear, Rolling down my cheek. A little breeze, The nice sun, A marvelous day, Turned into a wet one. The memories dripped, Down on my cotton white shirt, Leaving stains, On my malicious heart. Your smile, Worth a thousand words, Can't cheer up This depressive mind. A storm bewildered, Your indecisive mind, Drowning me, In my reckless thoughts. A rainy day, A gleaming lie, A story not told, With words Nor sounds. This story is, But a mere thought, In this universe We share, Every night. This story is, A withering storm, Drifting off, In this careless soul. This story is, Not told with sounds, But a never ending blow, Of swirling emotions, Bottled up inside.

Technicolor Beat by Scribe18

"It's like . . . you know how at the end of summer camp or college everyone packs all their stuff up and drives off before you so they can go home and reunite with family, and the whole camp is empty and you're standing in the middle of your vacant dorm because your ride isn't here yet?" ". . . Yeah?" "It's like that. Immortality is being left behind at camp alone, and you don't know why." She couldn't remember her name. Didn't really matter, plenty of substitutes available. They almost numbered the amount of years she'd been in this world. Luckily for her, there was one reason she was still here, and as soon as she figured out what the hell it was she could fix it and move on. He remembered her. And what she looked like, how she took her coffee, everything. He couldn't get her out of his head. She was his muse, a glimpse into the impossible where he may finally have something to write about. But what happens when inspiration turns into love, especially with someone who is unable to reciprocate it? Does tragedy or intimacy await them? What is destiny, really?

The Unexpected Happily Ever After by TheNurseNextDoor01

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HER Best Friend by Fluffy_the_Dragon

You know the story, Blonde bombshell falls in love with a werewolf, ends up that they are mates and a whole whopping load of drama later, they live happily ever after. You and me both know that the main character always has to have a quirky best friend. That's me. The socially awkward, short, mousy and sarcastic one. The one who helps her BFF through all of her troubles and in the end, loses her friend to her mate. The forgotten one. Can you honestly say that you have ever remembered the best friend after the book is finished? No. You always think about the main character and her mate. But, what happens to the quirky best friend? Well, here's my story and I'm gonna tell you.

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Little Something {Undertale Sans x Mute reader (Fluff Warning)} <COMPLETE>

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