Goodnight Stories

On the edge of a quiet town, where the road curves and the night settles in, an old man sits on a porch and tells stories. He doesn't tell them to crowds. He doesn't tell them for answers. He tells them to the night-and to anyone who happens to wander by. Each story carries something different: something lost, something carried too long, something mistaken for truth, something that refuses to leave. They are not stories meant to fix you. They are stories that sit beside you... until you're ready to hear them. Welcome to the porch. The night is already listening.

Dear Friend, Its funny because its kind of like A Perks Of Being A WallFlower... but there's a twist. It's my story.

17 year old Serena is in her last year of high school. How will she be able to keep her secrets and over barring mother away from people she cares for?

just a few things on my mind (you)

Oliver cant sleep and he takes his dog Cosmo on a space adventure!

"Those who judge will never understand, and those who understand will never judge." - Wilson Kanadi An entry to #WriteWithZo ♥ I encourage y'all to try it out! She gives the most creative and craziest ideas! https://www.wattpad.com/642894653-writewithzo-writing-contest-open-to-all-countries

^ you read the title

this story is about a girl living alone in her own apartment wishing her life was better, until she met a guy that changed her thoughts in life for good, this is a story made for anyone who doesn't give time for their selves or their interest.

Just the stuff that happens in my head when I sleep.

This is just a short drabble that I wrote about Mithross. It is loosely based on the song 'Goodnight Moon' by Go Radio, and - yeah... :3

A short emotional story about a child who doesn't understand that her mother is gone... is she just in a deep sleep? will she ever find out? ... Goodnight mum... I will miss you..

collection of small stories you can read at night. or day. or whenever, I don't judge.

Was it real or all just a dream? Jojo wakes up in a field of flowers after a nightmare that felt so real. Seeing things, the line between reality and imagination blurs and it becomes difficult to tell the difference between what's real and what's not.

"Goodnight."

GOOD NIGHT

A collection of words that continued to stay stuck in my throat for too long. Not all of them are poems, some are just words I needed to say. Cover by- @elysiums

This story is about a 10 year old boy( angel ) who wet's the bed every night,so his mom makes him wear goodnights

A collection of short stories for my fellow insomniac authors.

I made this at four in the morning