Toomuch Stories

Somewhere between midnight confessions and morning coffee, I turned my almosts and goodbyes into poetry. If you love stories that ache and glow at the same time, you'll feel at home here. I'll be waiting in the words.

The pain of noise

warning I'm not responsible for you or anybody! also this is probs a book for older viewers (ir is) so ya by

Hunter and Calleigh's friendship is great but the friendship soon becomes a strain.

"Those brothel hoes and those other bros, they were good men. Those cheap motels and those mean roses, they were all lies fitted like a glove against each other" you said. You break my tether and you make me cry, I eat my heart out while I want to die but I don't: I survive. I turn the radio on: I take a bath. Tall, melting candles surround my tub. Is it true what the radio tells me? What the ravens scream every morning in my bed, what the wind whispers to the hills and the sun-kissed rocks. I fall asleep waiting to fall in love" An ongoing story of the desire and hollow of the human heart. ------------ Hello everybody! Athena here! This story is an introduction of myself and my writing style to Wattpad. I hope you like this little tale of mine. Any feedback is appreciated!

My jumble of (possibly) relatable words. Ps : All images have been taken from pinterest. Dm if you have any issues.

Zachary Smith, a 17 year old boy, who is very on edge and is known as the kid not to mess with. He's viewed as the senior bad ass but there is so much under that title. Is he really even a bad ass? There's only one person that's not afraid to find out and she lands on his doorstep.

Too late

A 14 year old girl, Em (Emily), had a great life. She was happy. Had an amazing family. Yes she had challenges but everyone does. Read this story to hear about her growing up. Three months after she turned 14, she got in a car crash and passed away. Then she woke up, but not as herself... Cassie, the same age as Em, woke up. Where am I? Why am I here? Her mom walks in. "Hi honey how was your nap?" "Who are you? The better question, who am I?" "Cassie stop playing games" Why did she have this dream? Why was it so real? Read to find out! Enjoy:)

Read to find out what sick twisted nonsense lurks inside my head

This isn't a novel. It's not a diary either. It's the in-between. The chaos. The soft unraveling of a girl who feels everything and keeps going anyway. Some chapters sound like euphoria. Some read like breakdowns in the car with sad songs from 2005. There are cats after 10pm. Existential crises on the treadmill. Moments where I feel like a goddess devouring emotion, and others where I'm just trying not to cry while buying almond milk. This is what it means to be fully alive and still function. To grieve and laugh. To spiral and get back up. To feel everything, and still show up as yourself, unapologetically human.

my custom pokemon region.

No story, only poetry.

I feel like I should probably just delete my inspirational quotes book and add that book into this book, but let's see how this goes lmao Right so I'm gonna be swearing a bit

Not the chosen one ig... No matter how much love or attention I give you...

so basically i've been having the crunchiest of weeks and i've written a few poemmsssssss.....? you could call them that. anyways i figure there will be more and i want to share them with anyone who's willing to read them. uh,,,, enjoy? or cry. i'd probably cry. (because of how shitty they are) feedback is greatly appreciated ♥️ *there's tw's in the chapters that need them i think. not sure what counts and what doesn't. if i missed something lmk.*

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