Historias de Mywriting

Katarina Dupree is a 20-year-old woman who lost her parents in a car accident when she was just three. With no relatives left, she and her twin sister Lisa were placed in an orphanage and grew up with only each other to rely on. Seventeen years later, Katarina is left truly alone when Lisa loses her battle with cancer. Now, Katarina lives in the quiet house she once dreamed of - but with silence as her only company, she's starting to wonder if this is really the life she wanted.

Most kids fear the dark. They check under their beds or peek into their closets. Convinced that a monster is waiting to pounce. My childhood friend was no different- she swore something lived in her closet. But I've never been afraid of the creature's children imagine in the night. The reason why I hesitate to turn out the lights isn't because of shadows or whispers in my room. It's because I know there are far worse monsters than the ones we dream up in childhood. These monsters don't hide in closets or under beds. They don't vanish when the lights are on. They walk among us. They smile, they speak, and they pretend to be just like us. These monsters aren't deterred by sunlight or locked doors. Security systems don't scare them, and rules don't bind them. They strike when you least expect it, their presence lingering long after they've gone. And once you know they exist- once you've seen them- you can never unsee them. This isn't a story about childhood fears or imaginary creatures. This is a story about the monsters we avoid speaking of, the ones that live not in the shadows, but in plain sight.

This is a collection of mini scary stories. How it'll work is each chapter is a different story.

It's not just a collection of shayaris I wrote. It's the sound of my heart, waiting to be heard.

(𝔼ℕ𝔾) 𝔸 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕝, 𝕒𝕕𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕟. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕜𝕪 𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕖-𝕡𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕡𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖, 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕤 𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕧𝕒𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖. 𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕗 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣, 𝕓𝕖 𝕓𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕣. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕝𝕝... 𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕗𝕖. (MY) Seorang gadis memandang ambang tingkap, mengagumi keindahan yang diberikan oleh bumi. Bumi telah melukis langit menggunakan palet biru-ungu, dengan corak yang tersebar di seluruh kanvas. Terdapat lebih biru daripada oren, yang menunjukkan bahawa dia bersendirian. Dia merenung ke kepada dirinya sendiri, tertanya-tanya sama ada seseorang boleh menenangkannya, berada di sisinya setiap masa, dan memberi perhatian, cinta kepadanya. Tetapi yang paling penting ... Dia perlu selamat.

A mix of Markus x reader scenarios/drabbles that I have answered on my writing blog (still going)

Just a bunch of one-shots and short stories of my original story that I'm working on called Phoenix Rising. It'll be rare, but some random little roleplay blurbs/one-shots will get thrown in every now and then. Mostly, it'll be of my original characters.

a book to just write about my characters when i don't want to work on my main wip, Spiritarce, or when i feel like writing something fun involving characters of my own that i think about a lot. stick around if you wanna read them. If you do read them, please leave a comment! Thank you! :)

This is an original story, and I will be updating it whenever inspiration strikes

Paul invited you both to his apartment for dinner. so much time has passed that it is time to go home.

A bunch of random writing I come up with, that most likely won't have anything to do with each other. Feedback is appreciated.

This is a book filled with bits and pieces. I have written all of these pieces whether it was using writing prompts or just a random idea.

This can't be real. It has to be a nightmare. Sir Meliodas can't really be gone, can he? Spoilers for chapter 177. One shot.

Iago has a secret. Oneshot.

A collection of writing from dusk, deep in the night and dawn

I'll write a description when I get into the story.