Twenty Stories

a figure sketching class. an artist and a model. someone who drew him differently, capturing something he thought nobody saw in him. ------------------------------------------------- sneak peak (chapter 9) ----------------------------------------------------- i haven't had a wet dream since high school. it's embarrassing...but not too embarrasing to stop my mind from replaying these flashes of last night, fragments of a dream that i don't want to forget. the way his body was moving, the way his breathing was shattered, voice barely a whisper, constructed from what little conversation we had that stuck in my mind. the....other... noises that he made, pulled straight from the depths of my imagination. i can't help but wonder what it would feel like in real life. his lips on mine... his skin on mine... his hands on my body, teasing me until i'm shaking and i just let everything go and make a mess of the both of us- shit. i'm in trouble. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *cover art not mine, credit to Siuu

I know that they'll make an adult of me I know that I'm not quite ready to be. SAMIR RAHMAN x FEM!OC. SEASON ONE ╱ TBD. ADULTS, 2025 ━ ONGOING. SPORADIC UPDATES. © 2026, @ezekieIsfiguero.

A collection of poems about growing up before feeling ready. twenty-something explores the realities of adulthood, the exhaustion hidden behind independence, the loneliness of becoming, and the pressure to keep moving even when life feels uncertain. Through soft and reflective poetry, this collection captures the in-between phase of navigating dreams, responsibilities, changing relationships, and the version of yourself you are still learning to become. For anyone who has ever felt lost, left behind, or overwhelmed by the weight of growing up: this book is a reminder that you are not navigating life alone. twenty-something written by: syrynah © All Rights Reserved

Full disclosure... I wrote this story years ago during the 1980s when still in college. It started as a class journaling project. As disclosed in the story, the writing was motivated when I attended Kim's wedding, the friend from the story who was Vickie's college roommate and, to this day, her lifelong friend since grade school. There were recent tweaks made to the content, near its end, that were [a]rtificially [i]nfluenced in the style of one of my favorite authors, Sam Shepard. In general, the story is about those moments in life that shape us and is a journey through young love. Enjoy-

- A collection of poems that relate to loss, love, and discovering yourself in your twenties. - #26 in #twentysomething (09/27/2023)

a collection of poems about the things my twenties gently taught me, the things i had to unlearn, and the little truths i found along the way. for the days when you wonder, "was all of this for something?" perhaps it was. perhaps it was simply leading you here. 🌷

Sequel of Caught in-between. Willow and Garett were still a happy couple, they have overcome all sorts of obstacles together. 4 years after leaving their hometown, they were returning home. The reason their engagement. The new obstacle, Garret's family. Will Willow and Garett stick together against all odds and marry? Note: This is a work of pure fiction unlike the previous part which was based on true events. Status: Near completion.

It's literally just joshler

Today's New World 1, Kill me last - A Post-Apocalyptic Love Story Here's the book summary: Today's new world Kill me last Am I the last one? In the corpse-strewn land of post-apocalyptic America, where the dead roam and the living are often worse, how is it even possible to trust anyone? The rules have changed; society is gone... In this new world, ravaged by violence and death, the only word that can come to your mind is "survive!". Yet, when two strangers meet in chaos and violence, the best is to hope... Because in this world, nothing is the same. Not the people. Not the rules. Not the monsters. And definitely not the hearts that still dare to beat... Genre: Post-Apocalyptic Romance / Dystopian Survival

Celia Diggory was always seen in her brother's shadow, she knew nothing better than that. After losing her only family, Celia struggled to find herself, latching onto those who would help her was the only way she could cope. Now five years after the battle of Hogwarts, Celia's demons come back to haunt her. Will she break through the wall in which stops her from living the life she had dreamed of? Or will she let the darkness consume her?* A Harry Potter Fanfiction *Celia is a Harry Potter fan fiction and by no means is 100% true to the original story. I have tried my hardest to be true to the events of the OG books, but some elements have been adapted in order to fulfil and make sense of this story.

Three years have passed. I'm still trapped, imprisoned in a city which is slowly crumbling around my eyes. My family - if there's anything left of it - haven't seen or heard of me since its members fled. Every day of my life, if I can even bring myself to call it that anymore, I witness the few souls who still surround me dropping to the ground in a lake of pure crimson, dead, waiting for whatever remains of their lives to drain into the sewers. I wanted to fight at first. This was my city, my parents' city, the city of a thousand glorious parties and a million dreams, the city of lovers, the city I loved. I didn't want to see it crumble into its own ashes. Three long years ago, I would have done anything to stop that happening. Three years on, and I'm not so sure...

dedicated to the one that conveys the weight of the world. salted wounds is a continuation to kiss my cuts. not the same pain, but of its aftermath. written in my twenties, these poems explore survival after the chaos: grief that lingers, love that costs more, responsibility, numbness, and the quiet weight of becoming an adult.

Tyler Joseph is part of the new Albany church in Columbus, Ohio, and so is the boy with silver blue hair. Wallflower ˈwɔːlflaʊə noun a shy or excluded person at a dance or party, especially a boy/girl without a partner. "I felt like a miserable wallflower at a boisterous party"

im procrastinating on when day breaks help me

I'm no one special, I'm not writing about anything special. This isn't about a celebrity couple who we so desperately want to be together... This is about me, me and my miserable life that might not seem bad to others, but it's ripping me apart inside. These are my diary entries.

Just a girl in her early twenties writing short stories to fill a certain void

Dean didn't care about his responsibilities... He didn't sign up for them and not even pretty woman could change his mind on that. Quick one-shot I made while listening to Michael Jackson song - Smooth Criminal. Parallels and such: -At The End Of The Day -Jailhouse Rock

❝why didn't you ever call me back?❞ ❝... if you switch to geico, you can save 15% or more on car insurance.❞ ❝are you drunk?❞ ❝a little.❞

❝I need to pull it together if there's no one to catch me.❞ ✘✘✘ in which a girl runs away from home for college and meets an eighteen year old josh dun. that's how the story starts. fast forward to that same boy being the drummer of electronica duo twenty one pilots, it doesn't seem to end so easily.

This is a story about a girl expanding her boundaries, finding ways to get out of her comfort zone and all the rules set by her surroundings.