Writting Stories

"She felt the pressure again pushing her into a abyss of disquiet until she couldn't breath" This is my first poetry book "DESPAIR" is epigrams that express how I feel on a day to day basis. I use a few words but the depth of each poem and meaning are beyond the few words.

" Poverty can lead you to edge of death"

Poesia

My journey

promise to never forget me or the melted soft porns magazine

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

Thrilled I was to locate a secret door behind my cupboard. Disoriented, thinking what should I do or should I tell anyone. Wildly guessing what could be behind that door.....read the rest of the story down below ~ Pritha Misra

"The more, the better" Covers, Banners, Collages all here. (Covers of all varieties).

This will not be a story but a place for me to share my poems. The may not be great but I would still like to share them. WARNING: Some poems may contain depressing thoughts or actions. Thank you and enjoy.

nothing more than emotional writting

since im in a creatrive writting class ima be writting my best wroks from there most of them are short stories but some maybe full blown ones so vote fan comment and enjoy! :) tata for now <3 anti

Becca was normal. For the most part. But then she met Justin.

IMPORTANT INFO: ReaderxWenesday? Warnings: Blood and Language What if you, yes you, were in the Netflix Series known as Wednesday? This version of the story explores your side of the story, you will often be referred to as 'you' or 'I' to make the story more comprehensive! ♡ This story is perhaps a romance?- each episode will be mentioned! ☆ Important Note: Some of the episodes had to be altered due to the fact the plot was mostly on Wenesday's side! I hope you don't mind♡ (Those episodes will be referred to as 'custom') As always enjoy! :3

This story is about everything I have experienced in life. Love very painful thing,money playing hard to get, faith being tried,family deciding life for yah pooh my life has lots of things in it but we just choose to be happy because we only love it once.

A boy. A girl. Both with their personal issues. And they talk to each other but never know who they are really spilling their secrets to... One with popurlarity and one in loser-ville. Will they become even more than friends? or will they even struggle to remain friends? Dedicated to my Social Studies Buddy who wrote half of this :) //warning: this is a very poorly written story and is not that good read at your own will//

It's just like it sounds in the title. Apparently external stimulus (outside influence) has led me to want to write some little or simple poems. Here they are. + I might also be a rebel and put song ideas [lyrics] or something in here too (: ~~~~~

You're holding on because you're scared of being alone. _____________ Astraea Wilson is a girl who has been in and out of foster homes since she was five. Her past has made it hard to show emotion towards others. She doesn't want much from anyone anymore. In order to do that she has to follow these three rules. Rule 1: Never open up. Rule 2: . Keep your Distance. Rule 3 : Don't fall in Love. Not so hard right?

My 8-year-old poem waiting to be published in Wattpad