Collection Stories

This is just a taekook fan art collection 💚💜 My fav fan arts...❤️ 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔!!!!

(SungYoo = Sung Jinwoo x Yoo Jinho) It's just a collection in which I post the (too) many stories I write on a whim but may never develop. I used to write stories after I'd had the idea. Over time they have accumulated and now I feel sad to let them rot in my files so here I am forgetting them in the hope that maybe they will entertain at least a few people. Ha, and if you have any plot ideas for me, feel free to comment. It's possible that I'll select them and turn them into little stories. (English is not my mother tongue so I apologize in advance for any spelling mistakes) Anyhow... Happy reading ! :) ∆ Also available on Archive of Our Own and is updated there in advance ∆ ∆ Also available on Quotev ∆

Hello, and welcome to 𝗠𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗶 (mostly Russia oneshots)! The brackets within the title of this book should hopefully explain everything. In here, ships will be in the bare minimum, and the furthest I'll go is one-sided romance, but strictly platonic and/or familial ones are very much present. It isn't necessarily oneshots here, but a compilation of different CH stories I didn't bother making a separate book of. I do not accept requests. Due to the events that would be written here, you should be warned of the topics entailed in this book, such as things correlating to descriptions of blood, gore, death, mass murder, genocide, etc. Cover art made by angie___art1213 on Instagram. Available to read only on AO3 and Wattpad.

TELL A FRIEND, TELL A FRIEND, TELL A FRIEND 🧡 All credits to the original owners

"A collection of feelings I never said out loud, stitched into quiet lines where silence finds its voice. Each verse hides a truth you once felt too: the broken pieces, the healing parts, and the soft moments of love captured gently in words. Simple, deep, and written for the heart."

WTFIGO? (which is short for "What The Floogityschlops Is Going On?") is a collection of short "stories," art, and whatever else I decide to include while this is still up and running. Things might repeat, and things might not make sense! However, there is a very good explanation for this phenomenon: I can't write for shlif. "Wait, Volume? There's gonna be more parts to this?" Look, in case you didn't notice, it says "LAST 1." It's the first (hence, 1) and last (hence, last.) Polka Power is the best polka medley by Weird Al, fight me about it >:( well, actually, don't fight me about it. I'm no good at fighting. edit: omga #1 in farfsa!!! i want to thank my mom, my dad, and my dealer for this achievement

A personal project. Also a collection for those who find trouble voicing their bruises and aches.

searching my wonderful self

This book holds many pieces of me-written at different times, in different states of heart. Some poems were written when I couldn't speak. Some when I spoke too late. They don't follow one mood or one story, just honesty as it came. If you connect with even one poem, that's enough. That means we met somewhere real.

For Sienna Sinclair, senior year feels like standing on the edge of a cliff. College applications, goodbye parties, and plans for the future are all piling up - and the world she's always known is about to change forever. Then there's Cash McCoy - the boy next door, the one she's grown up with but never really seen until now. With his crooked smile and reckless charm, he's everything Sienna didn't plan on and everything she can't seen to let go of. When a winter storm blankets their small town just days before Christmas, Sienna and Cash are thrown together in a moment that will change them both. What starts as friendship shifts into something deeper, brighter - a connection that feels impossible to ignore But life is pulling them in different directions, and the season that brings them together might be the one that tears them apart. This Christmas, love will feel like a gift - fleeting, fragile, and unforgettable.

Little owl, little lost one, looking to atone. Little owl, little lost one, always on your own.

This is a collection of minsung short stories born from random ideas, snippets of conversations, and passing inspirations. Each piece has its own theme, mood, and setting - sometimes soft, sometimes playful, sometimes spicy, sometimes heartbreaking, sometimes a little more intense. Updates won't follow a fixed schedule; I'll add stories whenever a new idea strikes. At the beginning of each story, you'll find a short, spoiler-free description to give you a sense of the vibe - feel free to skip it if you prefer to go in blind. When a chapter contains potential triggers, I'll add a short notice at the beginning. Detailed trigger warnings will be listed in the comment section to keep the chapter spoiler-free. Please take care of yourself and read with your wellbeing in mind. Thanks so much for reading and supporting - I hope you enjoy the collection!

You retreat into the white-violet of the sun. (A collection of my works over the years. Shelved 2025.)

"Tere iqsh me" (Collection of pure love stories) Start - 28 December 2025 Ends - ????

This is the book of poems I published under Death1407 but now I can't access that account for some reason so I'll republish them here😅.

I created a Grimm-inspired but brighter fairy tales - magical, emotional and whimsical, but ending in light instead of darkness and filled with warmth and hope. Each chapter features a different story and different characters.

A collection of poems for 2025! I can't wait to go on this journey with all of you <3 Finding ourselves in our art is the most important when creating, I hope I help some of you find something beautiful as well! Cover Pending... llol

To Liam and to all the people who broke me down.

Set of Poems to entertain you. © 2016 by CA. The images used in this work are for illustrative purposes only. I do not own the copyright to any of the photos posted. All rights to the images belong to their respective owners. If you are the copyright owner of any image and would like it removed, please contact me directly.