Lofi Stories

This story was written by me not as part of the Lofi Girl writing contest because I heard about it too late. I love the project and write the story in order to practice English. The main question of the story is what if first accidental meeting is just a beginning. None of the characters belong to me, none of the illustrations belong to me, credit to their respective artists.

Tales From (the) Drift is a constellation of quiet space stories told by Arion "Drift," a bootleg radio host and maintenance tech orbiting the edges of a post-Eden system. Small stakes; long echoes. Repairs and simple moments of human connection throughout the outer reaches of space known as The Drift.

just short scenarios and group chats between my ocs. [i expect no one to read this.]

But when they love me, I feel like I'm floating When they call me pretty, I feel like somebody Even when we fade eventually to nothing You will always be my favorite form of loving ━━━━━━━━♡

Just a compilation of different types of extremely short stories I've written, because I enjoy writing. I hope someone at least reads one. It's mainly for the enjoyment of writing I suppose. Give it taste of you like.

my personal mixtape<3

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬, 𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐜...𝐲 𝐭𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭? 𖤐.ᐟ

𝖄𝖊𝖆𝖍, 𝖆 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖇𝖎𝖙 𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖗, 𝖆 𝖇𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖏𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖙 𝕬 𝖇𝖆𝖉 𝖗𝖊𝖕𝖚𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓, 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖘 𝕳𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖊, 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕴 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖓'𝖙 𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊, 𝖞𝖊𝖆𝖍 𝕴 𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖉, 𝖎𝖋 𝖍𝖊 𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖒𝖊, 𝕴 𝖒𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖎𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖓 (𝕺𝖍) ᵏⁱᵐ ᵗᵃᵉʰʸᵘⁿᵍ , ᵃ ⁱⁿᶠˡᵘᵉⁿᶜᵉʳ ᵐᵉᵉᵗˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶜʰᵒᵒˡ'ˢ ᵇᵃᵈ ᵇᵒʸ ʲᵉᵒⁿ ʲᵘⁿᵍᵏᵒᵒᵏ

𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧. 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞?? 𝐘𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡.

lo-fi in a poetry cafe.

You can check my account on SoundCloud Https://www.SoundCloud.com/Depressed.Tommy

feels

The sweet smell of fresh baked goods, the wonderful taste of a well rosted coffee, the wonderful fresh air from all the potted plants. Lyla is a 16 year old girl who has just moved in with her older step brother, (Y). Who owns and lives in a Café. Now Lyla needs to balance school, socialization, and living with her older step brother who she hasn't seen in 6 years.

A blur. This is just a long poem... by a sad poet.

This book is for the overthinkers, the dreamers, the broken-hearted poets trying to find home in a world that never felt like theirs. For the ones who glitch when they feel too much. For the souls coded in sorrow, still searching for signal. It's not just a poetry collection. It's a survival log-written across time, space, and shadow- Where thoughts flicker like corrupted files and healing uploads in fragments. You are not alone in the static. These are the echoes we left behind. Some are short stories, some are poems, others are lyrics. If you ever have words of wisdom or sadness to share, feel free to add your own poems or verses in the comments. Stay happy friends, it will get better 💜

It's 3:43am on a Sunday night (really Monday morning) and I'm standing in the shower listening to café lofi music. I was wide awake with wandering 3am thoughts. ~Rankings✓ •milktea | #6 •lofi | #8 •3amthoughts | #26 •imissyou | #88