Personification Stories

❛ and isn't it just so pretty to think, all along there was some invisible string, tying you to me? ❜ in which, asteria black and wanda maximoff are people with matching wounds healing each other the best they can. [avengers : age of ultron - endgame] [wanda maximoff x fem!oc] (Currently rewriting the chapters. There's been a pretty big change to Asteria's powers and her backstory, would recommend reading from the start)

Older than any human, younger than any mountain, that is who we call America. The United States had its history of disasters, war, and everything wrong. Surprisingly, it's also got a childhood too like any other mortal. Over the years, he's seen and heard everything from his sons and daughters. So,,, join in as this totally epic retelling of history by the lenses of a country (wowzers!1! so incredible!)

Sad Sundays is my weekly space to share melancholic poetry, words that help me navigate the stillness, the weight, and the quiet storms of recovery. Each Sunday, I post a new piece that I've written, using poetry to process my journey through detox and rehab, to face the difficult parts of healing, and to find meaning in the silence. Every poem is written by hand with help from the Rhymezone platform. This series is as much for me as it is for anyone who finds comfort in knowing they're not alone on their gray days. I will eventually try to tie most of my work together into a larger piece, but first and foremost, this will function as a collection of my writings while I am going through detox. There may be an underlying story, but perhaps not. Find out next week, and join me for a Sad Sunday moment. New Upload every Sunday at 18:00 (6 PM) German time - CET/CEST (UTC+1/UTC+2).

This is a collection of poetry. Not all of it was written in the middle of the night but what was is horrible. I hope you enjoy the good poetry in here though!

Young warrior Pebble starts to notice a couple odd things happening within the clans... and he doesn't like it. Whatever was going on had to be solved, and fast. Deep within the wood, a feathery plant spreads. - - - - - Hello! And welcome to my fanstory/fanfic! :) This is entirely for fun, and was requested by a friend of mine - so be warned! This is mostly for shenanigans. Yes, I am aware Pebble shares a name with a canon character. But, this fic will not include any canon characters and is set separately from any canon events that happen within the Erin Hunter universe. The most you'll get is vague references. Warnings are at the start of chapters!! But for those who know, this work shares the same content warnings as the books. I DO NOT OWN THE WARRIOR CATS UNIVERSE. I OWN THIS STORY'S PLOT AND CHARACTERS.

This is my first try at writing on Wattpad, so this is just a flash fiction piece I wrote a while back. It's the POV of a rook in a chess game.

An art book Includes: Object fanart (mostly BFB/ TPOT), personifications, and afterlife SMP on the newer chapters!

Consent. Consent. Consent.

This is just a little short story type thing I did. It's about the cycling of the months if they were people. Random. Very random. But I hope you enjoy it! :)

Story about a guy that was creating his robot assistant. One night, something unexpected happens.

Go ahead and ask or dare the nations or our very own guest star, HETALIA HIDEKAZ, THE FANDOM IN A NUTSHELL!!

I stood shaking on the very edge of the roof. "Come on baby, don't you trust me?." He said, his anticipated breathing became heavier waiting for me. Of course I did. I walked backwards and started to gravitate towards the edge. Sprinting I dove into the air and felt the effortless terror and joy then landed joyously, dizzily unsteady. Our hands interlaced, his purple gloved one and my red gloved one, as he kissed me. Then we ran from the oppressors who wanted to tell us how to live. How to be. We kept leaping and running, our breathing became a single heartbeat. I felt free, free from the incessant judgement of society, the freedom of chaos and freedom from order. Free. And so we kept running into the night. Collection of suicide squad One Shots. Request for chapters.

This poem is inspired by memories of Bombay,as regards a recent eventful trip. .............................................................

**COMPLETED** This is the story of Life, Death, a lonely human, and all those other names and faces that linger or are forgotten by time. It is a story of the violent and chaotic world, and the places in which, every now and then, everything is still. And it is in this stillness that the most peculiar of persons lie in silence, their stories waiting to be told, as they have for an eternity. | This all began as something simple, in the first few months of 2016. I had intended for it to be a short writing exercise, but something drew me back. Out of two pages, this sprung up. In all honesty, looking over it, it feels as if I am no longer the author. The characters control me, not the other way around. They've surprised me, created their own lives and twists without me knowing, and have completely taken over my world. In the way of format, each page was originally designed to be a chapter, as I have noticed that many tend to get lost in verbose paragraphs. These shorter chapters are meant to be easier to read, but still (hopefully) entertaining. |

Christmas/seasonal themed poem series - they vary from humorous to gloomy, haiku's to sonnets, religious to trivial, yet all are short and most have somewhat of a twist. Written in lower case as I was taught by a poetry tutor (alledgedly, this is how it's suppose to be?). Enjoy people; let me know what you think. xxx

This is a Children's Story I've written for a class.

I have a funny side, and I am too proud of these to not share them.

A young woman living on Galveston Island is about to enter medical school when she gets a strange package in the mail containing the avatars of the Great Galveston Hurricane of 1900 and Hurricane Carla. She soon finds that these avatars of natural disasters are everywhere and there is a select group of humans, the Allies of Gaia, who partner with them to help protect the balance between people and the planet.

A short story I had to write for English. I had to use a simile, a metaphor, a hyperbole, an Alliteration, personification an onomatopoeia a hyperbole and imagery. This is also the first story I've ever written in second person. =)

Many times I've thought that the English language doesn't have words that express what people are really thinking. So I'm trying to put my thoughts into words by writing these poems.