Taste Stories

It started as a business deal wrapped in the name of marriage. A dare made in the club and a game started in a dark alley. Before eyes, their hate met. Before promises, threats. This is where - Hate is learning how to become love. Love is learning how to let go. This is where protection breaks. And something unspoken starts to bleed. Bruises don't always show. Some of them are built before everything.

Here, Day is green forest embodying leap day curse and Diesel is simply Diesel.

oh i leave quite an impression. . . © idiotstolovrs

This story is basically every toon is their fanon verison because I will never follow lore 😁 REALLLYYYYYYY LONG WAITS FOR NEW CHAPTERS because im lazy

A Girl A Boy A Kid A Child A Lady A Gentlemen A Women A Man Or Even A Older Man I woke up with a different body I don't no what is the reason. I'm not a Ghost but I'm a soul a anonymous soul.A soul that can transfer to a different human body. I'm Angry , I'm Irritated I'm Confused But sometimes I'm curious when a morning day pass. how can I even believed that there's a women, man, kid, or even a older man all of them are saying that they are that beautiful women I've met seriously I know it's impossible becouse they were different sexual genders and different Ages I'm met was a beautiful women but all of them are saying that they are that women. How? I don't know maybe I need to Taste that soul. "TASTED of Soul" A novel of LOVERXHUNTER. -Romance,Historical,Tragic,Fantasy -Tagalog and English language

just read it.

I write poetry like everyday. And just wanted to post some of them (not all cause that wouldn't be very pretty). My biggest insperation was my seventh grade math teacher. Thank You Mrs. (not gonna say your name). Thank you for being the most boringest math teacher EVER!!! If you weren't, than i wouldn't have written these poems. YOUR THE BEST!!! Even though your teaching skills suck!!! :) LOVE YA!!!

Short story about a memorable meal. This was Assignment # 2 of Gotham Creative Writing 101.

Denise Brooks and Nico Heathers aren't exactly friendly with each other. One kiss on the cheek leads to a dangerous game that has them surprised. Rivals can't like each other, right? ------------ His lips connected with mine, stopping me in the middle of my fear and shock. I kissed him back. I don't know why I did but it just happened. Our tongues battled and our lips had minds of their own. I broke away from him breathless. I stared at him in pure bewilderment. He gazed at me with an unknown emotion. I had never even seen that emotion. "Why did you kiss me?" I asked confused. "To get a reaction from you. You were scared of heights and I was worried because you wouldn't respond so I did the next best thing", he explained. "Uh, thanks?" I said. This situation was awkward and weird because I loved that kiss. Never in my life had I had a kiss like that. I had felt so alive. We both looked away. I guess it's awkward for him too. "So...", he began.

A collection of my poetry, monologues, and short stories. For my own enjoyment but free to all.

Follow me as I read through my ever growing TBR and try to tackle down 141 books by the end of the year since I already hit my reading goal for the year, it's time to do something else and focus on shrinking down my TBR