Sleepless Stories

❝ You're in a romantic relationship with a guy . . .❞ - ❝Obviously, I'm not gay.❞ Yeah, as if . . . [basically a compilation of philkas|jamler oneshots based on the relationship of Philip Shea and Lukas Waldenbeck from the TV show Eyewitness, as well as their portaying actors James Paxton and Tyler Young. warning: the oneshots will also be mostly unedited! however, I'll try my very best to make it readable. also, since I haven't written smut before but at least wanted to give it a try sometime, you therefore can expect me doing just that every now and then (and if so, I'll tell in the beginning), in hopes I don't screw up completely. that's all for now, thanks much and enjoy reading. all rights belong to their respective owners.]

A collection of things that come to my mind late at night A collection of what I feel that I have a hard time expressing most of the time A collection of what I wrote on the sleepless nights that haunt me A collection of all the lost pieces that made me a human, the privilege that was taken away from me May be triggering to some

What you took away and gave back another way.

[ENGLISH] Let me throw my useless feelings in this dark alley ! (Mixed feelings, no exact theme) *SONG LYRICs INCLUDED* Some kind of Diary for me..idk exactly ❌ Not suitable for kids to read Strong language, swear words and sucidal thoughts included ❗ [First English Non-Fiction By SugaFreeMochi_K] Sorry for grammar mistakes, I'm not good at English :333 Start Date: May 14, 2020 End Date: When I become happier

Sometimes my mind wanders and I keep falling into thoughts. They captivate me until I write them down. I now decided to share a few.

It's just one of those nights.

⚠️I changed the title from Insomniac to The Prince of Pills⚠️ 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐜, 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

A collection of short horror stories I read online. Some I made from myself too These stories might not let you sleep at night.

28-year-old Daniel Ashford was living his happy life with his wife and 2 children. When he embarks on the trek that is spring cleaning, he finds a diary in his attic. Inquisitively, he reads it - it's not his, but it seemed like it's past its day of use. As he reads what appears to be a normal teenage drama, he realises a far more sinister truth beneath. And how he too, is somehow, linked with this crime.

Random peoms I write when I can't sleep

Anno, orphaned, has spent years wanting his family that was taken by the fire. For years he has had the same dream of the fire until one day, the person who had taken him out of the fire, still unknown to him, tells him where to meet him. With only another orphan, May, as a companion, their long friendship grows and the mystery of who or what beckons to him grows even faster. With monsters finding them they must overcome what they've kept in their hearts and face the evil hiding in his dreams and in the darkest parts of the forest.

adjective -(of a voice or words) sweet or musical; pleasant to hear. ~#106 in Poetry~

No. This is not about calling my ex again. This is not even about calling my girlfriend who cut the call angrily. A mysterious night. A mysterious call. A mystery woman. We all have this fantasy, don't we?

A collection of poems written during my college years in Bulgaria, States and back home

Sometimes I just need to get things out of my head. No one has to read this, honestly I don't care. All that matters is that I get all of this out of my head. Life gets so stressful at times, and sometimes we just need a break. A break to just sit there and think, and that is what i am doing. So here it goes

Collection of poems due to restlessness

for the childhood love

Reginald Draculesti lives under a shadow. Many people over the years have mistaken him for Dracula but the famous blood-sucking count, he is not. He has been searching for his tiresome cousin ever since Vladimir had left on holiday and had disappeared, never to be seen again and that had been over 150 year's ago. Reginald was fed up of having to keep track of Vladimir as he gallivanted around the world. And now he had probably come a cropper somewhere near the fishing village of Whitby, in England of all places. "I mean, I do have a death of my own to be getting on with" Reginald thought. Cover art:- http://castlevania.wikia.com/wiki/File:Book_of_Dracul_Alucard.png

i can't escape the air