histórias de Nighttime

Every afternoon, at the same time, her cat slips out of the house. One day, 12 year old Keiko follows it into the woods and finds a small temple that only comes alive at night, when blue lights appear, animals gather, and the stars begin to whisper. With the help of a strange boy who watches the sky through a telescope, she learns the truth: each disappearing star carries the last words of someone who died unheard. But the boy is tired. And to listen, someone must take his place. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · Prompts: ⚝・┆5. Every day at the exact same time your cat slips out of your home. One afternoon, curiosity gets the better of you and you follow, only to discover it's living a secret life you never imagined. ⚝・┆69. The stars are disappearing one by one, and only you can hear their whispers. ⚝・┆78. You begin to realize that nothing is quite what it seems.

Nao was kidnapped from his parents by Orochimaru. Later on, he escaped from one of Orochimaru's hide outs with the help of a team of Anbu. He gets stuck in team 7 and from there his life takes flight. How will the silent and timid Hinata be a part of this??!?! O.o

She only spoke to him for five minutes. That should've been the end of it. But the next night, his dog is in her backyard. And suddenly she's standing on his doorstep in the rain - heart pounding, logic gone. He's older. Closed off. The kind of man who denies what he feels while looking at her like he already owns the moment. He says he doesn't believe in love. He says stories about obsession never end well. But every time she's near him, the tension burns hotter. And the more he pushes her away, the more she wants to see what happens if he finally stops pretending. Some stories are about love. This one might be about obsession and neither of them is ready for how far it could go.

This is first and foremost a children's story. I wrote it with the image of a young child being tucked into bed. The words I wrote in this are meant to say, "Good Night"

poems i write at night || all poems are mine ! please ask for permission if you wanna use my poems || don't forget to like it and leave me a comment :)

Wouldn't you if you could? I shan't if I should. But if I should what I shan't, Then where am I? This is just a collection of raw poetry based off of the "what if I could" 's we encounter in our lives. The assortment is random and incomplete, but the meanings are significant, so read this if you please.

This is my book of poetry. Haikus, sonnets, lyrical, free verse.

The alert went off at 3:17 a.m. But this wasn't like any other emergency alert. It knew my name. It knew I was awake. Every vibration, every knock, every whisper... was meant for me alone. And when it finally said "All Clear", the world outside was still the same... but I knew I wasn't. Are you awake? Or is it already watching you?

A Collection of Poems and Prose I have written over the years. Depending on how well this does I may or may not collect together more for another book. I've written poems about pain & heartache, as well as love & happiness. Some I hope inspire you to look at this world and all that is in it in a new ways. Others are written simply from the heart. One or too are even dark and sad. I want my words to stay with you long after you've read them. Remember them. As for the books title, well a lot of these poems I wrote around the 2002 mark and back then I was known by the pen name Dark Rose. So most of these poems are all written by The Dark Rose.

When it's 11 pm and my fingers are just itching to write something, so I do :) A short story compilation of sorts I guess. A place where I will post something when I feel like writing something weird. This book probably won't get updated that often. //Trigger warning: some of the short stories revolve around loss, bullying, and, in the future, maybe even self harm, drugs and severe illness.// The stories range widely from tales narrated by a person to tales told about an inanimate object. English is not my first language, so some sentences might be awkwardly phrased, but I'm trying my best and I'd say I'm pretty fluid if not (almost) completely fluid in the language. Sorry if there are mix-ups between English, Amrican and/or Australian spellings and/or words. Comments, votes and constructive criticism is very much appreciated ;) Enjoy and thank you for reading! Beware that all of this was written before I was 15 years old. All Rights Reserved Maya Andersson Kragh aka Oof_Is_Mood Copyright © 2019-20, Maya Andersson Kragh aka Oof_Is_Mood

All my thoughts as poetry and random poems that I have. Plus poetry inspired by amazing book series (Six of Crows). Comment to tell me what you think.

Its a story about a secret vampire. The mysteries she solved to find about herself. Her love story and Many more.... Read the book to find it ...... Do you think after finding about herself she will leave this earth???

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 i share poetry and poeticisms about the things that mean the world and nothing at all

You're having a really crappy first date. Want to end it quickly? Here are 4 words to take care of that.

No soft copies || plagiarism is crime || plssss! Support. || Language: Tag-lish His my boss. I am her secretary but for night time secretary. His handsome, millioner and man's girls dream but his a Vampire. His My Vimpire Boss.

Night in all its serenity engulfed the infinite space above us. On her endless midnight blue body shone jewels as beautiful and more precious than diamonds. The millions of stars in the galaxy formed a halo around the perfect rim of the full moon. It was a beautiful night and added to that was the fact that i had found a blissful form of peace in this beautiful man beside me. Julia silver did not have a traumatizing past. she had not been through any heart breaking experience. She was just like you and me, yet, the loneliness that formed a gaping hole in the centre of her chest seemed to be widening day by day. But one night, in the dim moonlight, she saw someone who brought with him the part of her that was missing.... Arcanum. No last name. No identity. He travelled with a force and authority. Yet he was not conceited, ignorant or rude. He was just a beautiful man -inside and out- still trying to create an identity for himself and the mysterious powers which set him apart from general societal norms and standard abilities. The moment he laid eyes on the mysterious beautiful and lonely woman in front of him, he had formed his purpose. He was going to show her his world and pull her into it. Easing her into it and then trapping her there because he did not plan on letting go.

Words, secrets, and confessions all from my mind. The mind of a teenaged girl who loves to write.

Letters from a girl who was in love, once. To a boy, who now wants nothing to do with her. There isnt really a storyline. Just letters.

Vampires have become something very diluted and boring. Some stories escape the pot that are thrilling and fresh takes on this ancient lore, but on the whole in a generation of TWILIGHT and VAMPIRE DIARIES, I was angry the archetype had been so badly sanitised and romanticised. This is my attempt at fixing this problem.