Personification cerita

A Tinkaton falls into Team RWBY's dorm from an Ultra Wormhole, shenanigans come to follow as the new enviroment has caused her to become a Faunus of some kind, will the Team be able to keep their new bonk-happy guest hidden? (Human Tinkaton by @QDPhattie on twitter)

exploring inner voices of ordinary things with a simple question "If I were a...?"

Your mind is a burning room, a drowning storm, and a torturing fairy-tale all at once. Now, descend through its layers and discover what waits in the one place even the flames can't reach. 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).

Psyche is a collection of poetic fragments, prayers and personifications written from the inner landscape of a mind learning how to survive. Here, abstract forces speak-Truth walks barefoot, Faith has no name, Mercy grows tired, and Death is not always the enemy. Myth, nature, and emotion intertwine as the psyche gives voice to what cannot be said plainly. This is not a diary. It is not doctrine. It is a quiet mythology of the inner world.

Each chapter is a page from an era's diary! Tw: cringe Requests are welcome.

A story about a small, polite plant in a cracked pot. A quiet tale of neglected love, whispered apologies, and the softest sigh when something alive finally lets go. Read if you like metaphors that hurt, short poetic sadness, and stories that leave a bruise. #ShortStory #Emotional #Metaphor #Heartbreak #PlantStory

These are my midnight musings, my afternoon antics, and my sunrise shenanigans #34 poetry ~April 12th 2022 #1 personification ~April 12th 2022 #1 in figurative language ~February 16th 2021

In a time when the Earth was only darkness, the Mother Tree, Ton Maa, grew alongside her celestial kin to bring light and life to the vast sphere. From her falling leaves and twigs, the world was populated with creatures and humans, establishing a delicate harmony between the gentle and the fierce. But when a dark branch falls from Ton Maa's shadows, the Serpent of Destruction, Kgnewdam, is born, threatening to unravel the cycle of life. To restore balance, the gods must face their own creations, leading to a cosmic sacrifice that transforms the sky into a canvas of night and day. This is a short creation myth I designed for my mythology class! It was incredibly fun to create, and it's one of the few stories I made that I would love to expand into a longer narrative--also one of the stories I love to re-read once in a while and related to my own culture.

Will Walmart ever end up with their true love Target?

You are Y/N L/N, a new and upcoming Pokemon Trainer in the Kanto Region with immense potential who was always the quiet type, you are also called Red as a nickname since childhood, nevertheless, you settle on a journey together with your Pokemon to complete the Pokedex and become Pokemon Champion. horny. Alright kidding, not the only reason why I made this, also of boredom. (Finally done with the process of rewriting older chapters as of June 14, 2023.) ||Note: All characters in this story are 18 or older, please keep in mind, also any art used here is NOT mine, so please keep in that mind as well, set in a world where every Pokemon are all Pokehumans/Gijinka'd.||

Writing is one of the best ways to unravel the chaos inside your mind. At least, it is for me. This is a collection of poems-some are drenched in sorrow, some are tangled in questions, and a few, just a few, might hold a flicker of hope. Okay, debatable. But err.

tis is a story about a chipmuk named charile and a cat named wiz jr enjoy!

Countryhuman AU (My AU) random thoughts chaos, and other fandom(maybe) First book, Grammer might be wrong; umm, comment for any questions! This book does not mean to affended anyone or put any country in the wrong! This is for entertainment purposes only! Vielen Dank fürs Lesen! ミミ◦❧◦°˚°◦.¸¸◦°'*•.¸¸.•'°◦¸¸.◦°˚°◦☙◦彡彡

If Love was a Boy

A small story, about a fish who judges an old man and ends up regretting it later. It's super short, why not spare 2 minutes and learn a valuable lesson? :)

Original story - basically a oneshot of my very own first-ever gluestick

What if a bullet has to say something.

Random arrangements of captivating words. In other words, poems. That, or one-shots.

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. =)

A father unexpectedly visits his daughter's sub-par apartment. His efforts to improve the flat come up against heavy opposition by way of the furnishings.