Writerlife Stories

Well this is something more so for me then my audience, so I won't be talking about it on my board or otherwise. If anyone does find it, you are free to read it! (it is on a very public site/app soooo...) Just a gist on what this is going to be about: A journal to vent, talk about my day or feelings while writing, maybe even reviews on some books that I really liked. Basically, a dump of my inner thoughts and feelings because I need the space. If this doesn't interest you, do move on If, while reading, you decide to be the better person and comment so advice to help me if it seems like I need it, please do! If you want to add a rant or relate to something that I wrote about, go right ahead. Let's all just get a bit of stress out of our system.

I was doing so well. For years I kept myself balanced. For years I kept myself away from anything that could set me off. Then she fell directly into my lap. Jasmine Rose isn't just my rival at work- she is everything my therapist could never have known to warn me about. I only wanted to be a good writer. I only wanted to be a good friend. I only wanted to be a good man. So why did the safety switch off when she smiled? Why did I hear that familiar click when she laughed? Maybe she's too perfect to be toxic. Maybe I'm too damaged to be saved. And if she ever pressed the barrel to my temple and asked me to pull the trigger... I can't promise I'd say no. Which leaves me with one impossible question: Am I the the target? Or am I the gun?

She was a hopeless romantic all her life. She loved romance the way it existed in books-between pages, in metaphors, in perfectly written happily-ever-afters. She believed one rule above all: If you fall in love, you must leave your ego behind. So she never did. In real life, romance had no place. No promises. No feelings. No risk. But somehow, she finds herself trapped inside the very novel she wrote- where love is no longer gentle, happily ever afters don't exist, and romance twists into something darker... something dangerous. This was never the story she wanted to live. And she was never meant to be part of it. Or was she? © Aimee | All Rights Reserved

How I bring my stories to life, yes, I use AI from C. AI, Chat GPT and Google GEMINI. This is a fun little story that we /I came up with ., and iIwe hope that you like it. Pg 13 of course with spelling help from Alexa

Dia Fletcher lives a quiet, ordinary life. Soft mornings. Warm tea. Gentle smiles. Until the dreams start. Dark hallways. Whispers. A house she's never seen - yet somehow remembers. Then she sees her. A girl with the same face. The same voice. Watching from mirrors. Her name is Hazel. And she shouldn't exist. Only Alaric, the boy who knows too much, seems to understand what's happening. But the closer Dia gets to the truth, the more reality begins to break. Because some nightmares aren't dreams. They're memories. And some reflections... Don't belong to you.

"𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥." 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐈'𝐦 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬: I'm writing this book to give a voice to the emotions we often hide, to turn raw feelings into verses that resonate with the soul. Through my poetry, I hope to capture love, pain, healing, and everything in between-because every heart deserves to feel seen and understood. This book is not just a collection of words; it's a journey of self-expression and connection. Let me know if you'd like to tweak it further!

... you are my ladybug 🐞.. Two university students ..... awkward first interaction......push and pull behavior....and ultimately one of them confesses and the tables turn ....

When Aline moved to Barcelona with her mom, she thought it would be a fresh start. But after her stepdad crossed the line and her mom chose him over her, she found herself standing in the rain with nothing but a duffel bag and a broken heart. Now 19, she works long nights at Luz Club-singing songs she wrote in secret and waiting tables until her feet ache-trying to afford rent in a crumbling apartment and pay for her MS treatments that her boss doesn't even know about. Everything changes the night João Félix, the Portuguese football star freshly on loan at FC Barcelona, walks into the club. He's loud laughter, bright eyes, and a world far removed from hers. She's hidden pain, sleepless nights, and a voice that could silence a crowd. Their worlds should never collide. But when Aline's health worsens and her world starts to fall apart, João makes her an offer she never expected > "Come live with me, Aline. Please. Let me take care of you." Two hearts. Two worlds. One story that could break or heal them both.

Please read Part 1 of this book "The Secret Love Story... That I ruined"

Sursaut: The Last Efforts This is not a love story. It is what remains after love refuses to stay. Sursaut is the journey of a boy who writes because silence became unbearable. When love turns into loss and faith begins to tremble, words become his only way to breathe. Through memories, metaphors, and unanswered prayers, he searches for meaning in rejection, patience in pain, and hope in what destiny denies. Some connections are never meant to be possessed-only endured. Some efforts are not made to win, but to survive. This book is the last effort of a heart that loved deeply, lost quietly, and chose to write instead of disappearing.

Under the veil of midnight's embrace, I invite you to journey with me through the secrets and whispers of the 2 AM realm. When thoughts intertwine with the moonlight, the heart shares its most profound stories. Welcome to the 2 AM Poem Series.

Hey Writer Person, It's a lonely world out there, this world of writing -- lets try and sort it out together. I've been writing my messy jumbled thoughts and musings on writing semi regularly on my profile for a while now. Ideas, tips, tricks, and how-tos. I thought I'd post all these messy ideas in one place -- a book, of course! ;) I hope its helpful. Write on, Writer Person. You've got this.

مجرد كاتبة مبتدئة تريد بعض الشركاء ثلاثة أو أربعة كحد أقصى

a series of advice and discussions from a fellow writer