Shortreads Stories

Their love was cursed from the start. This poetry collection explores relationships fraught with danger, forbidden desire, and even moments of warmth.

Element Poems is a collection of short poems inspired by the quiet and the colossal parts of nature-fire that remembers, water that listens, wind that whispers, and earth that keeps secrets. Each poem is a moment, a breath, a feeling pulled from the world around us. Some are gentle, some are wild, but all are rooted in the magic of nature and the emotions it awakens.

I write to let go of heavy thoughts, to lighten my heart, because life is short and writing helps me feel free. There is no connection to each story just my overwhelming emotions at time or past experiences

Elena, a tired writer, lost in deadlines and creative blocks, dreaming of Christmas and a spark to ignite her heart. Sometimes, magic isn't found in the stories we write, but in the ones we live. A quiet snowfall, A Wish between Snowflakes, and a stranger brave enough to answer it. Maybe this Christmas, Elena will get a ray of inspiration... and something unexpected.

This is the second book of the series called The Troubles of Miraculous ships. Gabriel Agreste finds out about Cat Noir and Marinette's relationship and targets Marinette as a way to get the black cat miraculous.

These are just a collection of short stories I write when I find the time. Majority are just oneshots I wrote listening to songs. If asked I can write on request, but can take a while(school), songs being provided as well are helpful. All appropriate request nonetheless of difficulticy, are to be appreciated! Oh, forgot to mention, I have written on here before on a previous account, so I might bring some of those olds stories back on, and re-write if writers block hits. Please enjoy these stories, thought they are short, I hope they invoke the feeling intended! :-)

a collection of prose

Some stories are about love. Some are about dreams. This one is about panipuri. Jhal Panipuri Diaries is a light, feel-good slice-of-life story set around a small Indian panipuri stall. Palash is dramatic, emotional, and deeply serious about one thing - panipuri. To him, it's not just street food, it's a philosophy. Along with his sharp-tongued cousin Rini, carefree Mimi, and the always-wise stall owner Babu da, Palash's everyday visits turn into funny conversations, silly rules, broken promises of "last plate," and moments that feel comfortingly familiar. There are no villains. No heavy drama. No big twists. Just crunchy bites, spicy pani, honest laughter, and the kind of happiness that comes from standing at the same stall, with the same people, again and again. Each episode is short, simple, and cozy - perfect for readers who love: - Indian street food - light comedy - slice-of-life stories - comfort reads If you've ever said "bas ek plate aur" and meant it... this diary is for you.

High school is hard enough when your best friend betrays you. It's hard enough when your family is barely holding together and your so-called friends make life miserable. But when Cameron, the new kid with a mysterious past, shows up and sits next to Poppy in English class, everything changes. He's frustrating, infuriating, and impossible to ignore. Between late-night arguments, stolen glances, and adventures neither of them planned, Poppy finds herself drawn to someone she never expected. Cameron might be trouble, but he also might be the one person who sees her for who she really is. As Poppy struggles to navigate betrayal, family chaos, and the drama of small-town high school life, she learns that sometimes the people you least expect can shake your world and your heart.

You and pretty boy have been in the same class for the past 4 months and you have finally made a move on him. Pretty boy is a Submisive male but can sure pleasure you right.

May these words reach you if I can't.

in which ragav asks meghna to pose as his girlfriend for a few months in yet another reckless scheme of his.

This is the backstory of one of my OCs, named Ecinsse (pronounced as Essence). This is what she has been through, and what her life is like, but here is a little bit of what you'll be reading in this story! Ecinsse was born in a small town with only her mother, but it's not like any normal town. Nobody in this town was allowed to feel emotions, and they wore bag over their heads. Why? Because the Council that it was a good idea to make everyone the same. The Townsfolk took pills everyday, to "fight off diseases that may be spreading through the town," but this isn't true. The truth is, these pills were ONLY for not being able to feel any emotions, but the Townsfolk didn't know that. They didn't even know emotions existed. They even wore bags over their head, because looks didn't matter, and shouldn't matter to anyone. And besides, it's "a look." If the Council found out someone or anyone wasn't taking their daily pills, they would have serious consequences. Note: The cover is my art. I drew the cover for this story!

"Mist" that's what she was known by, only one person alive knew her real name; Fernando Valentin, he raised her, trained her, made her who she is, one of the best agents at Terrinstyl. Terrinstyl is an black ops covert operation under the government of America but to the world it was just a clothing start-up company. Mist made a name for herself and worked her way up to the top, with a heart as ruthless as hell she was the perfect agent to go undercover. She'd never had a problem with it until her most recent mission. "They say love in this business will get you killed, but that's because they're too stupid to know how to use it. If you know the value of love, it's just the key to get you to the top," he whispered in my ear. I felt the hairs on my neck rise, my heart rate quickened and I was nervous. Wait nervous, that can't be right. "Nervous tesoro?" He chuckled in my ear and backed up away from me. "Get to bed, we have an early flight." He said it so casually and started towards the door.

She is just an ordenary girl, who as everyone alse does the same thing everyday, eats, sleep REPEAT. As days turns into months, she quistions lifes true values. What is the meaning behind these meaningless creatures that wanders around, and at times show emotions but endeed has no purpose in life? On a gloomy day after scool, there he stood in the rain, it looked liked one of those scenes from a highschool movie. Ofcourse she didn't even notice the boy, who looked liked he had the same blank look in his eyes as her. On the corner of her eye, she sees the boy starring at her, a fascinating look that let time disapear for a few seconds. She then walks into the crowd of people, and disapears.

I Oh. My. God. Someone Just Died... II Who's gonna be next? III I don't want to die! IV Why oh why did I decide to the deal? VI Anyone could be the murderer... VII I wonder if he was the one... VIII Who am I killing next? On a cold, misty evening of January 11, 2030, in Mount Washington, New Hampshire, nine individuals had decided it was time to confront their sole nemesis. Little did they know, it wasn't the only thing they were going to confront.

Some thinking to do. Some thoughts to think about. Everyone has them. What are yours? "The Thoughts" is written in both Hmong and English. **There may be some grammar/spelling mistakes with my Hmong & English, but at least I'm trying. Please let me know if I wrote something wrong! Thanks & enjoy.

Hii! This is basically a jumble of my writtings ive done. Im transfering my writting from my orginal account k to here so spair me. Have fun with the grammatical and spelling errors. ENJOY ( Trigger warnings: Some NSFW shit, Truama, Sh, All bad things! Its soukoku what did you expect...?)

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