Nogenre Stories

Dani, a 17 year-old boy who believes he's just a NPC in a fantasy world He didn't want much, he just trying to survive while being magicless, hoping everyday is just a normal day. He didn't had any sudden power-up, no prophecy saying he's the hero of this world. All he want? He just want to enjoy his life normally with his friends. . . Or alone, both works But, fate is twisted when it comes to a story, didn't it?

The wall is about an overwhelming feeling. I wasn't sure if I should even label it as poetry, its written freely with no rules and used as a tool to help me personally release internal tensions.

We seem so sure as we lead our lives, knowing not what happens next. The biggest mystery of all being death. We each have beliefs and opinions, and all of us have different thoughts. But we all die.

[plot w/some yaoi] Two boys, each chosen to train under one of the two most powerful beings in existence in order to fill their role (even immortals would like to retire). Jun will replace God. Rin will replace Satan. Jun is cute, clumsy, and big-hearted, bordering on naïve, which attracts God at first. Rin is cold, womanizing, and cruel, and he excels at abusing his power; he's more of a devil than Satan's own sons. But when Jun turns out to have a dark past and darker secrets, what will God do with his apprentice? And when Rin is discovered to have a soft spot for animals and a love of all things cute, how will Satan take it? As it is later found out, the boys know each other from school, and even stranger, both harbor secret feelings for the other, the likes of which they haven't ever dared to contemplate. Worse still is when God and Satan find them experimenting with... things, even if the two swear up and down that it's strictly business. Everything is not as it seems.

I Can't Sing, I Hum. Actually, previously I had misspelled some of the things that I later corrected. I don't add things to it, like, I believe at that point of time, whatever the author was imagining, I tried to capture it and did a very bad job there, but I tried to capture some of the details, and at the same time I must have slipped off the most important ones, but I described whatever the author thought at that time. And after that, I look at it through, not through the eyes of a teacher, like, I don't search for mistakes, I don't think how I could improve, because this is not,I look it through the eyes of a reader.I want to present it raw, 'cause when you hum, you don't care about the lyrics or the songs or the contents, right? You just wanted a way to express yourself out, and you did. And later you might think, this could have been added, I could have done this better, but I want it to be judgment-free, at least from my side.

poetry I write because i feel like it i must thank StarryLight123 for inspiring me to put up my own poetry

The title. Random stories, some for ocs, fandoms, really anything.

I am not a writer, and yet I'm compelled to write and have been for the past 8 years. I don't write with puropose. The words come through me and apear on the page, sometimes so much so, that I cannot consider the words my own. This is my first time sharing anything I've written with the world. I am not necessarily looking for advice or critiques, but I am open to other's remarks and want to hear what people think. Often my thoughts and words are interpreted as outlandish and other worldly. I have few people in my life whom I feel truly understand me, but I have them- this is all I need. (Thank you for taking the time to read and digest my creation).

Is it night or is it only in my mind? The poems are about the inner turmoil that's beautiful but also in some way cause pain.

This is a collection of my work from my creative writing class. Some of it is pretty great and some of it needs some work. I still have a lot of improvement but I still think my work has improved a ton since I first started posting. I've since archived those stories except one. Enjoy and feel free to leave me any criticism!!

i dont even know how to describe this book. i guess im sharing the things that comfort me most? its going to be a collection of my ramblings about the world. there is no genre. there is no rhyme or reason. prepare for lots of self deprecation and dark humor.

This is a story of my OC and her lover, Tatum, I hope you enjoy it, I'm not the best at writing ^^ This is a lesbian story so if your homophobic please leave.

I know they're not very good, but please, if for some reason you want to use my ideas or characters, don't steal - please ask first. Thanks. I will hopefully add to this sometime, if no one hates it. 😜. Just a collection of random things...

Need some romance? How about a little thrill? Or a real life story? Here you'll find it all!! Once in awhile I'll upload an original short story of my own creation for you to enjoy. Sit back and relax, Reader, I've got the genres you need ;D

[Wattys 2018 Longlist]. We all know that stuffed toys are inanimate objects...or are they? Imagine a world where artificial intelligence technology has improved to the point that toys like Furbies and Teddy Ruxpins are old news -- the toys of today are embedded with machine learning technology and advanced robotics that enable them to look, move, and seem like they're alive! This tale follows Ella, a junior associate at a law firm, and Maher, a young venture capitalist, and their little machine learning stuffed toy, Papple, who unwittingly helps them navigate their lives in New York City.

Todd was tired of being a background character. Nobody ever remember his name and, quite frankly, his existence altogether. Todd was worthless, irrelevant, and extremely easy to forget. And then there was the main character. Flawless as always, yes? Perfection at its finest, a real sight to behold. Everyone knew his name, even I! The Great Narrator of this Story! But alas, Todd is irrelevant, and won't be the Main Character anytime soon. Well, that is, before a Portal to Hell opened up inside his... Hm. His Sock Drawer. What? Are you blaming me? I certainly wouldn't do that to poor Todd. Certainly. And I certainly wouldn't have payed those demons to make an interesting story... What do you mean, That's cruel? I have to make money as a Narrator, I'll have you know! Well, that was until that damned demon turned his back on me... Is it too late to get a refund? (BoyXBoy, Yaoi)

Short Stories . No particular genre . ______________________________________________________________ ° the stories that come into my thoughts and touch my heart. A little bit of this and a little bit of that . Altogether I present to you , SHORT GLIMPSES. A Set Of Fictional Stories And Pages . ______________________________________________________________ Started : 14 | 10 | 2020 End : Not sure if this will end ever ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

A day in someone's life might be interesting to others.

Just..... Stuff. And announcements. And random stuff. I guess.

Just the random little poems that pop into my head. theres no actual theme or specific genre. Theyre all very spontaneous. Some arent mine. And some arent even poems. Theyre just random thoughts. Think of this as my public diary almost😊