Scribbling Stories

I pen down things, sometimes, rarely.

Scribble to outright...! Here you will find short stories (microtales) with some deep ones...! And remember, Words shouldn't be atrophied..!

this is where i will continue to post my diyue fics aftermarking whirlwind as completed. it started out as a place to house all the outtakes, edited convos, abandoned scribbles, forgotten teasers and other diyue related notes; but have since changed into the book where i post new, rather messily written, completed fics as well. i am posting all these here, no matter how rough or unpolished they are, because each of them have something in them i really like. thus, i cant bear to discard them completely. i hope you find them a little entertaining as well. as always, if any of these pieces manages to make even one person smile or feel better, then it will have been worth the time, effort and imagination. if you have suggestions on how to continue any of the unfinished pieces you find in here, feel free to send me a message or comment. i also would not mind if you want to take something from this book and write your own fic inspired by it. i only ask that you let me know and tag me when you publish it. thank you for reading this far. and hope you are having a great day!

Yo! And hello! The name is Jay. This is basically a book of series of my arts, rants, doodles, scribbles, scraps and other trash like that. Yeah, basically an Art Book. Art Trade: Closed Request: Open I recommend looking at the latest drawing. The first couple of drawings are kind of scraps.

Maybe it was a mistake to embark on this journey. You stare at the boundless ocean, an overwhelming blue from above the horizon to below. As it is the only thing you see for days on end, you begin to be somewhat familiar with the fickly nature of weather and water. Whatever the sky wills, the ocean follows; through the folds of storms to the idyllic streams of sunlight, they become synonymous to each other. For now, the wind has reached a standstill which left the ocean to be unusually slack. Distantly, you remember how alluring the ocean was from the shore, how it beckoned you to venture forth to new lands, only to gain the opposite effect once you waded too far inwards. It stares back at you with double the intensity, reinforced with an eerie calm. You think of your easel at home, situated by your bedroom window. You feel the itch to etch its emptiness felt deep from the pit in your stomach across the blank canvas spread. To let go of the grip of the unwavering blue, lapping against your boat, teasing to swallow you whole, and trap it into a tangible form where it will forever reside in the finite dimensions of length and width. Ah.... but there are still some ways to go. ----------------------------------------------- If you want more art from me, I have some in my spam book in chapters 3, 41, 46, 48, 52, 56, 61, 62. I might spontaneously delete this book.

The first installment of my art books. Join me in a pile of randomness and doodles. And please, try not to cringe...

Letters to people I'll probably never see again. Things I wanted to say Feelings I want to express Thoughts that I'm thinking But never say out loud

A collection of thoughts, dreams, poems, short stories, hopes, fears, regrets, and whatever else comes to mind at 2am

A diary of sorts, each page dedicated to one of four boys that make her the most happy.

This is something I just scribbled up as a beginning, might continue it if it catches the interest of someone. Just Beyond Birthday being bored in a late night, walking through an alley. Kind of went overflow with details, but whatever...

everything I want him to see, read and know, but he never will.

❝I write to unite all that has crumbled inside of me❞ -I write to heal (Ruby Dhal) ♥ A collection of aesthetic, original poems, writings, and scribbles made by yours truly. ♥

Random Scribbles on balh2, I did a year or two back , Not written properly (alot of grammatical errors and maybe even spelling mistakes) so read at your own will :)

2020 - ?

these are my thoughts, the things I scribble on my hand when I see a couple kissing or a father hugging his daughter. I think it'd be a stretch to say I'm poetic but I'm not as thoughtless as I am quiet, so I hope you find some truth in them- not that there is any. Highest ranking: #398 in POETRY (3-28-17)

piss piss

Poetry is not my thing. These are just the voices of my heart, scribblings of my pen and few untold longings.❣️

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SSK! #surya_scribbles A collection of short stories, poems or some random thoughts of mine. © Surya Sunil Kumar

This is where I will post my horrible art attempts.