Shortread Stories

These are just a collection of short stories I write when I find the time. Majority are just oneshots I wrote listening to songs. If asked I can write on request, but can take a while(school), songs being provided as well are helpful. All appropriate request nonetheless of difficulticy, are to be appreciated! Oh, forgot to mention, I have written on here before on a previous account, so I might bring some of those olds stories back on, and re-write if writers block hits. Please enjoy these stories, thought they are short, I hope they invoke the feeling intended! :-)

Each poem in this collection tells the tale of a Beauty and her Beast. Some are heartwarming, others are tragic, most are a mix of both. Within each page, a new girl and her monster are revealed, and their story explored.

In the bustling streets of Florence, Italy, a city known for its rich history in art and fashion, lies the prestigious Polimoda fashion school. Amidst the countless aspiring designers, one talented and dedicated student stands out - S. With an unwavering passion for your craft, you've immersed yourself in a world of creativity and endless possibilities, leaving little room for distractions. But on one fateful night, your friends finally manage to pry you away from your work assignments for a well-deserved night out. Reluctantly, you agree, hoping to find a brief respite from the world of fabrics and sketches. Little did you know that this night would change everything. As you navigate the vibrant streets, laughter and camaraderie fill the air. And then, almost as if fate had intervened, your eyes lock with a familiar face. It's Jungkook, the enigmatic member of the world-renowned K-pop group BTS. Excitement and disbelief course through your veins as you watch your friends erupt into ecstatic screams, realizing they've encountered a global superstar. But amidst the commotion and euphoria, you notice something others might have missed. The pain in Jungkook's eyes is unmistakable, a glimpse into the struggles that come with immense fame and adoration. You can feel a sense of confinement, as if he longs for a moment of respite from the spotlight that surrounds him. Driven by empathy and an inexplicable connection, you gather the last ounce of courage within you and lean over his shoulder. With sincerity in your voice, you ask him a simple question that could hold the key to liberation, "You wanna get out of here?"

I write to let go of heavy thoughts, to lighten my heart, because life is short and writing helps me feel free. There is no connection to each story just my overwhelming emotions at time or past experiences

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This story does not have a plot, it is also not considered poetry, but a product of many sad nights Notes: Cover photo is taken from Pinterest credits to its original owner

Inspired by moments (picture not mine) Author's theater I'm not very good at writing about myself and my experiences. Im also not good at describing my feelings in a poetic way. 🫡 Either way, this was my practice in doing so by trying to relate it to the people I love 🫠

Love should be easy, like falling asleep in a chair, or so he thought.

in which ragav asks meghna to pose as his girlfriend for a few months in yet another reckless scheme of his.

The advantages and disadvantages of having long hair (people are more than welcome to suggest things and will be noted for them).

Brian believed that if he kept his head down, did things right, and stayed patient, life would eventually make room for him. Then the airport fell apart. Set alongside the events of Resident Evil: Degeneration, this short horror chronicle follows an ordinary man navigating chaos he doesn't understand-through protests, infection, containment, and loss-without heroics, without answers, and without rescue. This is a story about being one step too late. About believing help is coming. And about how the world ends for people who never thought it would notice them at all.

a collection of prose

This book is a compilation of everyday incidents which I encounter with my two little girls ages 02 & 06; These two never fail to amaze me and sometimes annoy me with their witty and smart talks and justification for their naughty antics. In the end it all ends with me smiling to myself, hugging them more closer and wondering how on earth are they like this!! I love them 💕💕 enjoy .

High school is hard enough when your best friend betrays you. It's hard enough when your family is barely holding together and your so-called friends make life miserable. But when Cameron, the new kid with a mysterious past, shows up and sits next to Poppy in English class, everything changes. He's frustrating, infuriating, and impossible to ignore. Between late-night arguments, stolen glances, and adventures neither of them planned, Poppy finds herself drawn to someone she never expected. Cameron might be trouble, but he also might be the one person who sees her for who she really is. As Poppy struggles to navigate betrayal, family chaos, and the drama of small-town high school life, she learns that sometimes the people you least expect can shake your world and your heart.

This is the second book of the series called The Troubles of Miraculous ships. Gabriel Agreste finds out about Cat Noir and Marinette's relationship and targets Marinette as a way to get the black cat miraculous.

Flynn Cassidy's birthday plan? Lie to her mom, fake a party, eat cake alone. Simple. Until a hoodie-wearing, Hollywood heartthrob faceplants into her day, and suddenly she's dodging paparazzi, borrowing gas from strangers, and maybe falling for a man who thinks hot dogs count as romance. 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻: January 2015 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻: November 2015 𝗘𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱? Yes 𝗥𝗲𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻: 2025

She is just an ordenary girl, who as everyone alse does the same thing everyday, eats, sleep REPEAT. As days turns into months, she quistions lifes true values. What is the meaning behind these meaningless creatures that wanders around, and at times show emotions but endeed has no purpose in life? On a gloomy day after scool, there he stood in the rain, it looked liked one of those scenes from a highschool movie. Ofcourse she didn't even notice the boy, who looked liked he had the same blank look in his eyes as her. On the corner of her eye, she sees the boy starring at her, a fascinating look that let time disapear for a few seconds. She then walks into the crowd of people, and disapears.

what would you say if you knew no one was going to read it

"Become so very free that your whole existence is an act of rebellion." - Albert Camus This is a collection of short stories. I am no writer, nor storyteller, but these events feel remarkable. Important. Absurd. So, I do my best to recount them. They are true in so much as they are my experiences.

fall sound asleep with lots of scenarios i made just for you! i hope you sleep amazing and enjoy you're much deserved rest. peace, makenna 🤍⭐️