Whimsy Stories

A girl with magical powers to see mythical creatures and her guide a protector, Reve Kahler, go in an adventure in the Woodwork Forest that leads to Bromburg Grove on the other side of the human world to The Realms

૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა ./づᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘~~~~♡ 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟?

Wildflowers and Daydreams is my little cozy corner on the internet. Here you'll find journal entries, art, and the occasional ramble about life. It's messy, honest, and a little whimsical. I originally intended for this to be a blog, but that sounded overwhelming, so I decided to keep it here in a smaller, simpler format. Whether you read every chapter or just a few, I hope you enjoy what I've written and maybe even get a good laugh from it. Please note that all writing and artwork here are my original work and may not be copied or reposted without permission.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 -- "I don't understand, how could you not be disgusted by me?" His voice breaks, eyes glossy with tears. Thunder booms and the trees groan aloud out as the branches strain against the wind. "Because I see you for who you are, not who they make you to be." --

golden brown texture like sun / lays me down with my mind she runs / throughout the night no need to fight / never a frown with golden brown. { by riotsuns } { pre-akotsk-season 1 au } { baelor breakspear x fem!oc } { book one of seven } { savage daughters series } { started: 2.16.26 } { ended: tbd }

Peony is a pretty 17 year old girl with dark copper hair, she also happens to be half fairy and half human. She has five sisters who each have magical gifts and un-telling powers that lead them to certain predicaments. Read along to follow their adventures and mischief as they learn about love, life and most importantly themselves. Also worth mentioning the wicked Hydra likes to enslave and cause chaos to all magical beings within the realm of Navita, whether or not that affects Peony and her family, only time will tell.

A young girl learns how to be a knight from her adoptive father in a post apocalyptic Wales.

In a world where every destiny is written, one boy stands unbound. Rowan Valehart has lived his whole life hiding a dangerous secret: he was born Markless-without the glowing Tale Mark that binds every person in Eldros to a predetermined fate. In a kingdom ruled by stories, a boy with no destiny is a threat to the entire order of magic. When the feared Hollowthorn Court arrives in his village, Rowan's secret is exposed. His home burns. His life shatters. And he is thrust into a world of stolen fates, living shadows, and ancient magic woven from the threads of destiny itself. Now hunted by Lady Vespera Thornveil, the Court's beautiful and terrifying Storybinder, Rowan discovers a truth more frightening than the Court's blades: he is the first Unwritten, a being capable of reshaping the destinies of others... or erasing them entirely. With a noble girl fighting the villainous tale carved into her skin, a knight stripped of his destiny, and a fox‑spirit bound to secrets older than the kingdom, Rowan must decide what kind of story he will become. Hero. Monster. Or something the world has never seen. But Lady Vespera has already chosen his ending- and she will rewrite the world itself to make it come true. **Destiny is a story. Rowan is the one who can break it.**

A society where reading meets magic. There are genre wielders. Those that were born with a power unlike no other. Read from the book, boom! They come to life. Join Clarke as he figures out his own destiny alongside his friends.

❝AD 1010, a young girl lost herself exploring her village, and perhaps even ended up exploring herself in the very process where mysteries will slowly ravel before her very eyes.❞ ─────────────୨ৎ──────────────── ╰┈➤ Cover art not by me, credits to @comcomblue_works on 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚 ⋆˙⟡ ╰┈➤ © [2026] [sykokitten] 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𓏲ּ𝄢 °❀🐞⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Okay. Poems. Whim. They're awesome. This is a collection of poems that I DID NOT WRITE. It's just I really like them so I'll be picking out the ripe poems out of the great big poem tree and sharing them with you.

An absolutely MAD Collection of Poetry by yours truly. Spiral into outer space and ride rollercoasters of mayhem and wonder. Anxiety is real. It's time we talk about it. New poems every week! #1 in whimsy #4 in fantastical

mature poetry i wrote through freshman and sophomore year of high school.

At the request of a dear friend...enjoy this nonsensical tale of whimsy about a duck and his love of strawberries.

" 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚎𝚊 " ☾ 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 ☽ [ OPEN ]

"What are you?!" "I am your star!" The entity (or so he thought) said, pushing a strand of his hair behind his ear, "You called, and I came." Seonghwa was going through the motions of life. Quite literally. All he ever saw anymore were flashes of blurry light and foggy memories. In his mind, deep and hidden, his happiness dwindled and he could feel himself dying, and for a second he believed it as something fell on him. Hongjoong was lucky to be alive after what he had just done. He had disobeyed his aunt, his guardian, his superior, and traveled to the underworld. Except... maybe it was a good thing, because if he hadn't gone, he would have never found out that the 'underworld' looked almost like his...except duller. He couldn't get distracted though... he had a mission to complete! . . . . . . . . . . . . ⚠️This story does not, in ANY WAY represent the members of ATEEZ. THIS IS PURELY FICTIONAL!⚠️ Warnings- violence, death, blood, mentions of suicide, depression, verbal abuse. More to come in later

Quotes & Poems written as the inspiration, love, darkness, self reflection, and some are just plain out there. Enjoy!

These stories are pretty weird. Not scary, just weird. Involving magical potatoes, smelly chalk, AND SO MUCH MORE. You don't have to read it, but I think you might like it.

a selection of poems that flowed through my brain and then onto the page or maybe the pad from pen and then key, their raw or their stale, I humbly submit. click.

A sweet sci-fantasy. If you like classical literature, you might like this...On Beth's twelfth birthday, her aunt Clara visits, and gives Beth a gift that long runs in their family. But someone is watching from the shadows, and the shadows are not at all what they should be. COMPLETED