Earlymorning Stories

Halloween is just another night for most people to yell trick or treat... but for others it's more than that it's how you seek revenge and find souls to replace as scary monster who hunts the night and take lives...

10:06

Random stuff that I write between 11pm and 5am. This will probably contain a lot of poetry. Things can get really sad really fast or really romantic really fast. Yeah, that's it... :)

writings of the astrokid

I just can't seem to sleep.

After Paris, after they get back together, they have a ritual: A kiss to say 'I'm home safe, I love you.'

A Trina/Tom oneshot before Tom leaves for a flight. Sneak peek: It's just you and me, babe. Just you and me. Forever. I promise." "Just you and me. I love you, babe." She knows that it's just her and Tom, and he loves her. She just needed to hear it a few more times.

Poems to celebrate becoming.

Just a place for ranting stories

Bitter? Sweet? Dark? Creamy? It all depends. Afterall, it is your coffee. (Pictures are not mine unless stated. Credit to the owners)

Mumbai taught Ananya Kulkarni two things - never trust delayed trains, and never fall for someone who feels like home. Kabir Mehra was supposed to be another stranger in a coffee shop. Until he became the only part of her chaotic life she started waiting for.

Just can't sleep.

HOW I USED TO FEEL

These are some poems that I just make up, but I use my real life as a starting point of the beginning of each one(mostly). Some might be fiction or just scenario based. Hope all y'all like either WAY too complicated speech, or very detailed wording. Some may not be to your liking, some you may absolutely adore, either or I'd appreciate some feedback and thoughts! ^^ And thank you to those who decide to read this. (｡^‿^｡) **Credits to the owner(s) of the pic(s)!!**

Heller! Okay so hi! This one is about friendship and hard times and how a lot of things go to absolute shit! But it all works out later! Kisses!

I move my gaze from our hands to his face. He's lazily smiling with sleepy yet happy eyes peering into my own. He holds the gaze for a beat longer before leaning over just enough to press his lips to my elbow. He leans back just enough to resume eye contact, I watch him whisper, "I love you, baby." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Notes: I initially wrote this in a journal about myself and my first love. It's actually based off real life. I made it into Larry because Larry is real and is life. This is in Harry's POV, by the way, and Louis has bigger hands. Also found: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26899465

theres no specific genre or plot im going to follow, just random thoughts, mostly at night or early morning... these are times i tend to think alot