Freeform Stories

Experimental Journal in freeform to help author get out of depression and a slump Contrary to what the title implies, this work will probably not be updated every day. It is essentially my attempt at journaling, not sure how successfulit will be. Posting it out here and hoping that if it does not help me, maybe it helps someone else... Maybe someone can relate find some comfort. Please do not judge harshly.

Volume twenty-six. A collection of poetry. Mostly void of format. Off top and spoken word, unspoken and written. All topics covered. Authored by an open mind. No AI herein. But the bots will be harmed.

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The story of a boy who deeply wanted to share his love but time wouldn't allow him "You must have a lot of time to waste" The boy laughed out loud. "I sure do" he turned to lean back against the concrete wall, rocking his head back to stare at the sky. "And i'm ready to waste it". He was visibly taken aback by these few words which the stranger noticed, forming a small smirk. He could feel the time stop, and even though it never really did and will never be, it was as if the world allowed him to take a break, to breathe. When he looked at the moon, it stared back at him. This time it didn't felt like it was mocking him. No. For the first time it truly felt right.

After an explosion in Hotel OJ, all of the contestants (that were currently in the hotel) were killed and reborn into another life with vague memories of their past lives. Over the corse of years, the group of former contestants find each other again, reuniting at last. Or humanized teen versions of the contestants all become friends in 7th grade to high school graduation or smth. I'll make an official cover soon (Character tags are added as characters show up/are mentioned in the story!) I'll put the list of names and which ppl are which characters here, but it hasn't gotten there yet.

Tally Craven has just found the love of her life in Garrett Buttonwood on the eve of Beltane. But now the Spree are attacking in full force and the Bellweather unit must fight for their freedom. But Tally is also hiding a big secret that could threaten her chances of fighting in the US military. ~*~*~~*~*~*~ I do not own the rights to any of the characters to Motherland: Fort Salem.

A Spanglish free-form poem written to the love of my life

Kleinstadtgeschichten lügen nicht. Wenn man aber die Wahrheit nicht sehen will, dann kann sie auch nicht erzählt werden. || Baekyeol ; "Bad Boy"AU! ||

Poetry that came from the darkness that is now being brought to light. Feel free to comment for I would love to have some feedback on what I have writen (good or bad). Also which poem was your favorite.

From the very first moment that Magnus and Alec cross paths, there's an undeniable attraction... Even though Magnus doesn't want a thing to do with Alec Lightwood. And Alec can't seem to stay away from Magnus Bane, no matter how hard he tries. But there's a reason why Magnus is shielding his heart from the Shadowhunter- A haunting past that comes back for Magnus in the night. And Alec will learn that being in love with a Downworlder may cost him more than just his reputation with The Clave- Their love may very well cost him his life.

Angsty, raw, real, straight out of my head poetry from my personal experience. Enjoy.

"Whoever said the pen is mightier than the sword is an idiot." ~ Isabelle Lightwood ---------------------------------------------------------- Hey, this is exactly what the title says; a Shadowhunters Imagines book. They are for all the guys and maybe the girls if you request them. Requests are open! ---------------------------------------------------------- Also, please, please, please don't steal my stories and post them somewhere else. These stories take up a lot of time and thought and I'd really like them to stay where they are, here on Wattpad on MY account. So please don't steal them. Started: June 6, 2016 Completed: ~~~

Short story. Lope de Aguirre values two things in life: his daughter, and the eternal promise of gold.

Tales of friendships gone stale and words from a teenager with borderline personality disorder.

Random poetry I've written since the beginning of high-school. Majority is free form, but there are also some sonnets and haikus. #19 transpride #21 in benvolio #68 in transpride #70 in haikus #84 in sonnet