Oscarwilde Stories

Simon stares at the man absently, his eyes are glassy. He nods gently. "Last Halloween? It feels like it just happened yesterday" Simon doesn't celebrate holidays, until he does.

Being the heiress of a Galactic fortune should be fun, right? Well... Miss Delailah West, daughter to a Starlord, is about to learn that the splendours she's enjoyed all her life come at a price - namely that of marriage and the limiting existence as an "ornament to society", or whatever nonsense her mother spouts. Delailah is determined not to end up an idle creature of luxury and to make her own way in the galaxy instead, but this begs the question: how in the Twin Queens' names does a young lady of galictocratic birth find her destiny, and can she do it while also defying her family's expectations and falling in love? --- Author's Note: Have you ever wondered what would happen if you threw Jane Austen's Collected Works into a blender and mixed them, sent the result roughly 5.000 years into the future and seasoned with Galactic aristocracy, a hint of Oscar Wilde and space-travel? ... I imagine it'd read something like this.

This is a collection of poetry written in protest to the silence I carry in the real world. My Lala Land. Here on I can be myself, marking out the battlefield in ink. For fellow comrades, who also carry protest of silence in the real world, feel free to unburden your mind here as you wish. This is our world!. THE LAND OF LIMBO!!!.

Inspired by Oscar Wilde, features the tale of Dorien Grayson during the 1970s disco scene and drag queen shows. Instead of a painting, this Dorien has a photograph that ages for him. With eternal youth, beauty, and fame what could go wrong?

I'm bored

Brown pages that smell like history, glowing eyes and spicy adventure. That feeling one gets after a long run, the release of energy and an ease of release. The taste of white wine and a cat hair stuck to one's tongue. Flowing dresses and hair in breeze. The wind at the tops of green hills, high speed scenery flashing past your car and that noticable smile. This is a dark story for dark minds.

These are some random quotes and poems that I found endearing, all the love

Just some quotes I like

Just some poems.

It's a poem that I wrote in 24th January 2021. Please give credits if you share it!

About a nightingale who sacrificed his life for a single rose, which is to gain the favor of a longed-for girl for a student in love. By Oscar Wilde I don't own Oscar Wilde or 'The nightingale and the rose'. I just translated the story from my native language and wanted to spread this wonderful work this way because I was interested in the story. English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistakes. If you don't like the story or my translation, please don't report or leave hate comments. I do not try in any way to steal or change or interfere with the work. I just translated the story. Only the cover and pictures are made by me. All credits go to the author's story If anyone has a problem, I have no problem deleting the book right away.

Oscar Wilde and his work is something you simply have to experience for yourself. One of his works is the 'The Picture of Dorian Gray'. It is about the innocent young man called Dorian, who after meeting Lord Henry Wotton begins to desire eternal youth and beauty. Even before the meeting, Dorian is naturally charming, but his soul unknowingly begins to change under Henry's influence. We can see how his soul gradually withers in his portrait. The portrait was painted by the painter Basil Hallward, Dorian's long time close friend who also secretly loved him from the beginning. The book ends tragically. I like to live in my delusions, so I decided to write my own ending and forget about the gut wrenching damage the original caused me. If you like tragic little gay men, this one is for you love.

I just wrote this for MissMaccaSunshine's #MMSOctober contest. I chose ten of my favorite historical figures and chose something for them to react to. Enjoy!|

A collection of things I've written, seen on the internet, or read. I hope these cause you to think and inspire you to grow.

In which a happy Sylvia Plath and a disgruntled Oscar Wilde meet over coffee to discuss boys, legal studies terms and the perils of being a writer in a logical world. [Now a Wattpad Featured Story] [#40 in Short Story 11/4/16] Cover by @DriveMeCrayCray

VICTORIAN LONDON, 1888. SOMETHING ANCIENT IS WAKING IN WHITECHAPELI KORIBELLA HAS WALKED THE EARTH FOR THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND YEARS, DAUGHTER OF A VAMPIRE AND AN EARTH GUARDIAN, OLDER THAN GODS, OLDER THAN ICE. BUT SHE'S NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS: AN ENEMY FROM BEFORE TIME AND MOUNTAINS IS TEARING THE SHROUD, THE MEMBRANE SEPARATING THE SPIRIT WORLD FROM THE LAND OF THE LIVING, AND VICTORIAN LONDON'S ROT PROVIDES THE PERFECT BREACH POINT. ALONGSIDE SCRABSTER, A SPIRIT-FOX WHO WALKS BOTH SIDES OF DEATH, KORI HUNTS THE RUPTURE ACROSS GASLIT ROOFTOPS. BUT THIS ANCIENT FORCE HAS SEIZED CONTROL OF AN ORDINARY MAN IN WHITECHAPEL, BENDING HIM TO ACTS OF EXTRAORDINARY VENGEANCE, OSCAR WILDE IS WRITING WORDS HE DOESN'T REMEMBER. THE MURDERS SPREADING THROUGH THE EAST END AREN'T THE WORK OF HUMAN MADNESS THEY'RE ORCHESTRATED BY SOMETHING THAT REMEMBERS THE WORLD BEFORE SPEECH. TO SEAL THE BREACH, KORI MUST USE POWERS SHE'S SPENT MILLENNIA TRYING TO FORGET AND IF SHE FAILS, THE SPIRIT WORLD WILL FLOOD LONDON, DROWNING THE LIVING IN THE HUNGRY DEAD. THE WHISPERING SHROUD IS A STANDALONE ENTRY TO THE ALBA CHRONICLES, WHERE DEEP TIME HORROR MEETS SUPERNATURAL NOIR IN THE STREETS OF

"That's Knox Parker, Rae." "Thank you Captain Obvious. I know who he is," I roll my eyes and buckle up. "What's wrong?" "That's the biggest jerk at school. He's popular and he knows it, he's good looking and he knows it, he's funny and he knows it. And I want you to stop hanging around him." Even though he's the only one who might not judge me for who I am, and what I cannot change. --------------------------------------- People's eyes change color when they feel different things. Red for fury, blue for concern, gray for confusion and so on. The problem is; I'm the only one who can see the colors. And no one believes a 14 year old who runs a bookstore practically singlehanded. Everything's about to get a lot more confusing. And colorful. PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT! THANKS FOR READING! :) ~Juliana <3

"The Happy Prince was written by Oscar Wilde In 1888 and has continued to enchant its readers for over a century." *To All Readers Please tell your friends to also read this, Thank You!* Original Book Written By Oscar Wilde. *credita to him... Enjoy!

Originally Written in 2014