Enough Stories

Ella Bellerose likes pretty-Boy-Diggory but unfortunately he has a mystery crush. Her and 1 of her best friends, Leo Ward, believed that she would never have a chance with Diggory. Daisy Lyn, believed that she would have a chance. No one knew what happened with the two until one talked to the other. Based on 6th year(?) and up, she is the same age as Cedric, Fred and Gorge. She's a slytherin. Last Updated; 6.2.2022

Possessing a violent desire to write.

Most of the earlier chapters in this book do not fit my current beliefs. The revised versions fit better, though that's not to say that the first versions are bad. Just a little warning! I think this is pretty self explanatory. This is all about the problems in Warriors fanfictions.

Some things are too quiet to be heard but too loud to be unnoticed. This is a collection of unasked questions, unfinished thoughts and some tangled feelings. I hope you understand- but I hope you don't have to.

One shot version She couldn't take it anymore. The criticism, the insults, the pain. The constant chatter in her head was bad enough. She couldn't do it anymore. Before she left, she turned to say goodbye. With that, she walked into the rain and didn't look back. That was the last anyone ever saw her.

Giving out second chances is hard, especially when that second chance is always given to the same person. But for two troubled teens, that's all they ever seem to do. Little did they know learning how to love would be this hard.

Poems inspired by BTS songs 💕

I like to write, sometimes about my life sometimes about other's lives. This book's purpose is to tell the stories of the voiceless and of those who haven't found their voice yet. If you want your story to be told, feel free to message me your story for a chance to get it published in this book, anonymously or with a tag.

A series of ranting messages to those who need to take a chill pill and shut up and listen. Poems, poems, poems.

It's a poem that I wrote for people that give up but not so quickly. They fight,they try but it doesn't matter 'cause they never reach the point that they want to be.

Are we continually miscommunicating ourselves and misunderstanding others? Is it even worthy in that case to express ourselves? Coming to the dispute of expression with words, if words are not enough then what is? Does the same word mean the same thing to everyone?

I'm sitting here, staring at my computer screen and trying to write a decent description for this poem, but my mind goes blank. Everything I try to write simply failes and I don't even know why. So.. there's no fancy description and no fancy words to describe what you could expect to read in the next few minutes. Only one thing though; this is one of those 2am poems that has so many emotions in it, that people yet fail to see.

A one shot, inside two peoples heads just as they have to say goodbye. What if you had the courage to say what's on your mind?