3am Stories

Every night at 3:00AM, Ada gets a knock. A voice whispers a name. By morning, that person is dead. The police call it coincidence. Her neighbors call it witchcraft. Ada is starting to wonder if it's a call. Because when the voice finally said HER name... God showed her that faith is the only weapon that works at 3AM. Crime. Mystery. Spiritual Suspense. When fear knocks, will your faith answer? New chapter every Friday 8PM. Psalm 91:5 - "You will not fear the terror of night..."

When Maya receives a mysterious phone call from her motherat 3:00 a.m., she is warned not to open her bedroom door. But moments later, someone out begins calling her in her mother's voice. trapped between two identical voices, Maya must decide whom to trust before its too late

> Cukup lama untuk jadi teman, partner, dan keluarga. > Tapi tidak cukup lama untuk bilang "aku suka kamu". > Dia king yang semua orang mau. > Aku queen yang nggak butuh siapa-siapa. > Sampai jam 3 pagi di studio kosong itu. > Saat jarak 5cm di lantai kayu terasa lebih berbahaya dari panggung manapun. > Dan sekarang aku nggak tau... > Yang bikin jantungku deg-degan itu koreonya, > atau cara dia ngusap keringat di pelipisku. > 14 tahun berteman. > Berapa lama lagi sampai kita jujur?

My pen had always scribbled from the ink of imagination, writing fiction and stories I've always longed to read. But I never would've imagined, I'd write from experience. To write through blood... through pain and tears... through anger and grief, was the last door I'd ever reach for. But it opened just for me. I never imagined I'd write poems, not about death, not about grief... not about a face I miss and can't wait too long to go back to sleep to see. No, not too soon like this. I'm not a poet, but here I am writing poetry. Hoping it would be another journey, but this time... to heal. And I do hope, that when I visit this book after a long time, I'd be somewhere better. And somehow better.

THE DRAWING ABOVE IS NOT MINE.I REPEAT THE DRAWING ABOVE IS NOT MINE.pls if you know ehat artist drew this pls message me. When all of class 1-A move into their dorms and two of thwir classmates who are polar oppisates of one another start meeting at ungodly hours during the night/morning in the kitchen or living room more and more as time passes Would the two very diffrent people find similarity in one another and become friends,or would they become even more? 💥TRIGGER WARNING💥 SWEARING (I dont know what exactly will happen in this story so im not to sure about the trigger warnings yet,but ill try abd update them)

One rule. That was all Eva's parents left her before they disappeared."Do not stay awake at 3:00 AM."It seemed like an absurd, unexplained joke-until the neighborhood fell dead silent, the clock ticked to the forbidden hour, and a hairless, eyeless entity with a horrific, stitched-on porcelain smile appeared at Eva's shattered window.Now, trapped in a waking nightmare with only her loyal dog, Pickle, Eva must unearth a dark secret buried in the ashes of a 1990 psychiatric hospital fire. A secret her own parents tried to burn away. The low, unsettling whistling is echoing from inside the drywall. The house is alive. And if Eva can't break the walls before the clock stops, Patient 0 will drag her into the darkness forever.A fast-paced, atmospheric.

Things I think about at 3am or smth

inspired by an old clip -- "aw, it's okay for friends to say 'i love you', don't worry !" "i know, bad, it's just-" i wrote this at 3am, tired af, and english is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any grammatical error- i do not intend to disrespect any of the persons mentioned in this one shot (BadBoyHalo / Skeppy → YouTube/Twitch). i only ship their online personas. i also uploaded the story on AO3, my username is n0b0dy14. feel free to check it out as well. enjoy :)

Some short stories/poems.

Is it worth it?

She liked him. He liked her.

Based on how I feel about one person

I wrote this at about 3 am. okay bye go and read my lovely story.

- nothing Breaks like a Heart - • enjoy reading~ • like and follow for more~

She wakes up at 3:03 AM. Blood on her hands. A phone rang from inside the mirror. And a roommate no one remembers. Anaya Kapoor just wanted a fresh start - a new city, a new college, new dorm. But from the moment she steps into Room 73, things begin to unravel. The diary on her desk writes itself. Her memories shift like smoke. And Reeva, her cheerful new roommate, seems a little too interested in her past. Everyone insists Rhea Singh was never real - but Anaya remembers her. As the nights grow colder and the hour draws closer, Anaya must face a question that's far more terrifying than any ghost: What if she's not losing her mind... What if she's remembering it? And it all begins... at 3:03 AM.

"we had had a hell of a ride, if you thought we were ridin' to heaven, i mother fucking lied." this book is old and kinda cringe, so be warned

I thought you said you'd stay?

A honry story for TOast lovers btw fuck you erikk

I have no idea what I'm doing This is basically a story I came up with in 3 am and idk if I'll ever continue this. It might be an anemo boy x oc? but I have no idea for now. It's an adventure for sure!