Pondering Stories

Sixteen-year old Dante Evadoni is a normal boy with a normal life - he's in eleventh grade, he has a fair few friends, he's not popular and he's quiet - and a problem th...

⊂◉‿◉つ This is for if you are ever bored or have free time or smth. Stuff that keeps me occupied all day and night and you can ponder on too. Comment what you think! (◔_◔...

Nit picked out of my tons of Poetry filled notebooks for their philosophical ponderings, HOWEVER, the first one in this collection is from one i wrote on the day of this...

A collection of original dark, difficult and disturbing writing prompts to inspire new stories for you to write. Note: Copyright is set as all rights reserved, because...

Random thoughts I feel I want to share. I honestly suggest you don't read this... my mind is a horrible place ;; there's going to be cws and tws in the book but it'll mo...

Another reflection freeform poem

a short conversation about nothing that really matters.

I've discovered a love for sonnets due to my AP English Literature and Composition class, so I began writing sonnets about people, places, and things. These are a collec...

A collection works chronicling my state of mind, observations and mostly my schizophrenic rantings

Free verse written in four quatrains.

You can think of this story as flipping channels on the TV. It's totally random, you have no idea who the characters are, and it's insanely fun to write! I hope you enjo...

The scattered musings about love and life by a(n) (a)musing girl who knows little of either.

The cycle of the shadows inside me is consistent with that of the moon's silver silhouettes that are permanently etched in the sky.

A sunny atmospheric and pondering poem

Notes and reports on little happenings in my life, a daydream, and a few rules I try to live by.

Just when things got worse things,things get way better for Shaina.Broken hearts and lost love found once more.Waves clashing is music to her ears and as she reminices a...

in which the author chronicle the events of each day for one year in the hopes that something of substance appears.