Writting Stories

𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘, "𝐰𝐨𝐚𝐡, 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞? " 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕.. 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙶 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴. 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 ... HERE I WOULD BE WRITHING LITTLE SHORT OF MY CHAOTIC LIFE WITH HORRIBLE GRAMMAR AND HUMOR! good luck 🫡

This is Just poetry, this is just my thoughts. I write poetry to let everything out. I hope you love it more than I do!

random poems about my stupid hallway crush pov: *when you think you can become a poet after watching DPS*

Fate intertwines the lives of two extraordinary warriors, Astral and Jaylen, each harboring unique powers destined to shape the world of Zero. Astral, a blind Master scarred by a tragic accident, ventures far from home, seeking a new purpose. Meanwhile, Jaylen, a gifted young graduate inspired by his mother's legacy, sets out on a path to mastery. As these two unlikely heroes come together, they must navigate a treacherous journey to unite their powers and confront an impending threat that looms over Zero. Brimming with suspense, magic, and the resilience of the human spirit, "Zero" is a breathtaking tale of courage, friendship, and the untapped potential within us all. Cover Credit- Jessica Johnson

a poem for my bestfriend. -H

These are texts we are writing. There are some mistakes, but we will correct them soon. Some of them may contain triggers.

Just a collection of one shot, short stories, texts. Different universes will be in this book !

this peoms are just made for fun! some poems are for real people but,some are just for shih and giggles! hope you like them! OH, almost forgot I'm not native english speaker so please correct me if i make some errors! Some of the poems will be written in talian

Ici on trouvera des exercices plumitifs (pour continuer à écrire), des conseils anti gratte-papier (pour lutter contre la médiocrité), des idées qui germent (ou pas), des billets du blog Accent Décomplexe (pas encore enterré), et... c'est tout pour l'instant. Comme toujours, bonne lecture ~

The contradictory life we were born and still live in and it's mysterious frustrations but picking the good is worth living for

Short quotes and thoughts about life, love, and healing

လူတိုင်းတွင် ကမ္ဘာပြိုသောနေ့သည်ကား ရှိကြလိမ့်မည်ဟုထင်သည်။သို့သော် ပုံစံနှင့်ကြုံတွေ့ရမှုဟာ တူညီနိုင်မှာမဟုတ်တာတော့ အမှန်ပင်။မိမိတွင်လည်း ထိုနေ့ရှိခဲ့ဖူးသည်။အခုထိလည်းမေ့မရသေးသလို အမြဲတမ်းသတိရ ငိုကြွေးနေမိသည်၊‌နောင်တလည်းရခဲ့သည်။သို့သော်လည်း ပြန်မရတော့သည်ကိုတွေးမိရင်း တစ်ခါပြန်နာကျင်ရပြန်ပါသည်။အခုစာသည် စာရေးသူ ငယ်"ကနေအခုကြီးလာသည်အထိ ဖြတ်သန်းခဲ့ရတဲ့ ဘဝအကြောင်းများထဲမှာမှ သူမရဲ့ အချစ်ရဆုံးသော အဖိုး အဖွားများနဲ့ မထင်မှတ်ဘဲ ခွဲခွာရခြင်းအကြောင်းကို မိသားစုတွင် ဖြစ်လေ့ဖြစ်ထရှိသော အရာများအား စိတ်ခံစားချက် လွမ်းဆွေးမှု မေတ္တာတရားကြီးမားမှု သံယောဇဉ်ရဲ့ဆွဲအားကြီးပုံကို ဟာသနှော၍ ဖတ်ရှုရမည့် ဝတ္ထုပင်ဖြစ်ပါသည်။ ပထမဆုံးစာရေးခြင်းဖြင့်၍ ဝေဖန်အကြံပြုနိုင်ပါသည်။ စာအပိုင်းအသစ်များကို တစ်ပတ်တခါ ရေးပေးသွ

3 marks 1 straight 1 curve one dot These three symbols complete this visual alphabet

A compilation of starters. Most aren't even completed yet due to writer's block but eh...It's something at least

My name is Chía, I am a girl from Madrid and in summary these are the most interesting high school notes on varied topics.

In a world of poetry I run as far as those words take me

" so if I ran right now, you wouldn't do anything" I asked " correct" he said with that oh so famous smirk of his "well, screw you" I said throwing my shoes and grabbing my dress and I started running but he caught my hand " Abigail, I was joking... I would hunt you down to the ends of the earth" he said looking into my eyes " and if I jumped?" " I would pull you back up... But please don't test that theory" he said with a smile.

“Playing hard to get are we?” Harry murmured under his breath. Their faces were so close together and Mikayla could feel his agitated heartbeat. Her heart was flipping too and she knew he could feel it, but she wasn’t going to show any weakness at his charms. His arm was at the side of her head as he leaned even closer, his minty breath starting to hit her lips. Harry kept coming closer and closer. “I try,” was her only answer, driving Harry insane, as she flipped him around and pushed him against the wall. She continued, “But it´s hard when it comes to you.” She liked him, and she knew it. Mickie knew the way boys like Harry worked, and she knew just the way drive them crazy. When they didn’t get what they wanted. “What are you going to do about that?” Harry whispered, feeling small against her boldness and loud ways. She pressed her index finger against Harry’s lips, silencing him. “First,” she mumbled, getting closer. She knew it was working, Mickie smirked. “I’m gonna kiss you here,” she mused lowly, pointing at his lips. Slowly; painfully slowly for Harry’s sake, she started to lean in. Mickie brushed her bottom lip against Harry’s and then, to his dismay she pulled away. She continued as she saw Harry’s lip trembling, “Now close your eyes,” she ordered, and he obliged. “And then?” Harry´s voice trembled. “Then,” said Mikayla as she pressed her lips against his ear, “I’m going to walk away.” And she did just that. + + + + + A story by Valerie Gold and Isabelle Lovett.

English creative writing

The story of Kit.