Stilllearning Stories

Apart

So this is the first chapter of Taloroth, which follows the experiences of a young inventor and scavenger named Shadlan Reuroe, in a mystical world that is still resonant with the after affects of Creation. The first chapter has Shadlan and his coansa, Bazil, (car-sized lizard, great for carrying large amounts of weight), make a daily journey through golden caverns, long ago exposed by the trample of a gargantuan Wyrm.

So Hi!!! I draw a little... (by the way it's not to good, I'm still learning and these are all pretty much basic sketches, so yea they're pretty bad, also nothing too realistic) but anyways feel free to judge and whatever, enjoy looking at my basic art!!! (BTW some of these have really bad graphics so I'll probably reupload them with better graphics later on)

[The MC in this story is intentionally made to be an AH and grey-dark morale. I'm also still learning] [This Story will contains violence so I labeled this as mature] Goddess of Dimension, Wenylssia was just helping her sister to destroys worlds that The Goddess of Destiny commanded to destroy to make her work less burdening. Her sister have many worlds in list to destroy so Wenylssia and known as Sia offered her to destroy one of the world in her sister's list. But, instantly destroying and getting the job done is too boring on Sia's opinion. While she will have her fun before causing havoc, it seems like she accidentally encountered some groups of Demigods who want to overthrow Sia's family or known as The Primordials. One of the special cards of those rebellious Demigods were a lady that Sia's grand mother once killed, Sierra. Sierra craved revenge for Sia's grand mother but the only one she knows is only Sia's grand mother. Sia knows what Sierra is intending to do and she will make sure Sierra fails. But... something is wrong... Sierra is too naive... unbefitting of a very cruel role. [No Proof read, I'm sorry if my grammar sucks, english isn't my first language] [Word count for now : 5.776]

It's all rather stupid and not at all a pretty sight... but, here you go!😝😂

This is a bit of a scrap story I did meant years ago, like, when I was probably fourteen or so. I'm eighteen now, and so I'm trying to make sense of what I was trying to do with this story - so don't hold it against me when it hardly makes sense, please!!

Summary of a Poetry Book This collection of poems is a raw and heartfelt journey through the life of the author, a tapestry woven with the threads of pain, resilience, and longing. Each piece captures a fragment of a life marked by betrayals that seem unending, feelings too heavy to bear, and dreams too bright to abandon. The verses speak of love lost and trust broken, of hopes nurtured in the darkest moments, and of a heart that refuses to stop believing in better days. Through vivid imagery and unflinching honesty, the author takes readers on an emotional voyage, revealing scars left by the past and the strength found in survival. These poems are not just stories-they are confessions, lessons, and prayers whispered into the void, a mirror reflecting the complexities of a life lived with courage despite the odds. This is a book for anyone who has felt the sting of betrayal, the warmth of hope, and the ache of a dream not yet fulfilled.

Sorry for my bad grammar. Its my first time so I hope you enjoy :)

Just a little reflection of my past summer...my heart has never felt such a mix of emotions before. From hearing heartbroken stories from tear-filled eyes to laughing and singing along with my friends, this summer showed me how to love at the capacity I thought I was incapable of. I will be updating my experiences and reflection once in awhile when I have time to reflect and write!:)

Poetry for me to add to whenever I feel like it

I am new to the creative writing scene. Here is an insert of a idea I have for a micro/short story. A love struck fisherman fallen so deeply in love with a mermaid whom was only believed to be a being of children's story's, Old wives tales and folk legends. Yet here she was drawing him in.

- For a school project, so don't expect anything too fancy. I'm gonna try and submit a portion of my story up here to see how it does. What's the worst that can happen. - Please please please be brutally honest with me. Am I headed in a good direction? Should I start from scratch? Is there anything I should add/change? Let me know! - The story isn't completely done yet, this is probably only a 10th of it. If all goes well, I should have the rest of the story done by 12/4. Pray for me.

This is a true story please don't judge me I'm still young and still learning

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄.𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 🦋❤️

An art dump! It is my own little online sketchbook that you are allowed to peek into. This will include a lot of different drawings, like - game characters, random things, flowers etc. . . Warning :- Many drawing are rough sketches, unfinished drawings or new experiments. Little shoutout to @ShadowFireFox3456 . Why> Because, I made this book for her. . or got the idea and motivation from her! Check her account out~<3

First of all, I'm not even sure of whether I'll even be having readers on not. But if you have somehow stumbled upon this story (THANK YOU) , KEEP READING. :) This story is MY STORY, about self evolvement and self discovery/discipline (still working on it). From living a lavish lifestyle (of middle class standards) to completely falling at zero. And then RE RISING. Or at least trying to. In this journey of mine Ive learnt that "No doubt whatsoever comes our way ALWAYS has its reasons. Whether they be as minor as figuring out what we like, Or as major as understanding People and ourselves." This is my small journey/ My Dear Diary, that'll help me make a record of all people and things (spiritual /materialistic) I've gained and lost and also to release the knots I've tied myself with . :)

epic battle

One's living the dream, and one's living with the security team. Two young women. Their paths cross due to duty and dreams. Tahlia was assigned to secretly overlook the daily life of Sephiran, the young heiress of the Stormend's fortune, who storms out of her house in a fit of anger and ambition. Inevitable to circumstances, Tahlia reaches out to help the naive little princess. Sephiran finds a pastime in Tahlia, an addiction. And Tahlia allowed herself to be swept away by the addict. First mistake. Or perhaps the first mistake was the kiss. *** This is what you get when the author mishears the lyrics to Halsey's "Still Learning" Try to figure out which bits I misheard