Uninspired Stories

Kassidy, an uninspired girl who just wants to write and watch anime.

4 friends. 3 genders. 2 intrigued spectators. 1 sex life.

Read and you'll know

(Oneshot Requests - Open) Have you ever had a craving for gut wrenchingly horrible, positively horrendous literature that will make your brain scream out for mercy? Well, you've come to the right book, my friend! Welcome to the dumping ground of all of the miserably failed works I have done over the years! Stories that either had no point, I wrote when I was really young, got dropped off somewhere around the middle due to lack of inspiration, or were a school project (which basically include all of the above). It may also include the following: Extreme derp, random writing pieces I decided to do that have no meaning, even more derp, writing pieces from grades as low as Grade Four, as much derp as you can cram into one book, and much MUCH more! I due hope this melting pot of unedited paragraphs and completely stupid writing pieces satisfies your gnawing hunger for idiotic-ness. WARNING: EXTREME STUPIDITY AHEAD. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. (This also seems to have turned into the main battlefield of 'the Blackmail Wars'. Enter at your own risk. XD)

This is a story about terrible foods I have had.

A short story of her I was up late one night and my significant other was begging for a story over text and this is what I spewed out of my brain in the moment. I thought it was kind of cool, so I decided to post it here, cuz why not. Anyway, enjoy these late night ramblings and feel free to vote comment critique etc ;)

"They deceived us, and deceived themselves, the quiet-voiced elders, bequeathing us merely a receipt for deceit." said Loo, feeling almost all-knowing, almost sorry, once she reached the end of Four Quartets, wondering when her story shall begin. And it already did, and she didn't feel it. And it wasn't fully hers, and she didn't know. One knows very little, these days. This narrative poem has four parts, meant to form a unified whole. It is uninspired. It has no heroes and no villains. Its characters are fragments of an unfiltered imagination. Any resemblance between them and real people is coincidental.

A young blonde woman who aspires to be a hip hop dancer comes across a young danseuse, instantly becoming friends with her despite their differences. What challenges will these two face once the real world hits them? . Unstable Movement Made by: xOtakuTurtle Book cover: xOtakuTurtle & oh-my-yoon

I write poetry based of feelings; sadness, depression, relationships and life.

(this is for my highschool auditions.) "You don't deserve anything good." She muttered underneath her breathe, as she slowly pressed the knife to her skin. "You're a monster. Even when you stop being evil, the weight of the lives stolen still weighs you down. So much you're pressed into hell." She cried, as she watched the red drip down her arm. The door unlocked from the outside, and he rushed in. He looked beyond upset, and then he gently sat on the ex-villain's bed, before his warm hand took the blade from her. "I know that now you've escaped their grasp, from their control. And that the sun is harder to see so far under the ocean, but believe me, it's still there. You can't let yourself drown for something you were forced into. You have to swim up." He stated firmly yet gently. "I've already forgiven you. Forgive yourself now."

Taking part in the NaNoWriMo this year? Then this is the book for you! This book will tell you what to do, what to have and how to stay inspired! Join @optronix88 on this amazing journey! C R E A T E D B Y O N C E U P O N A T I M E

Ladybug's spirit of being a superhero deteriorates while she finds herself deeply invested in her relationship with Chat Noir. Doubts and worries rampant in her mind, she said some hurtful words that she wouldn't say under normal circumstances or mean either. Completely helpless in his relationship and partnership with Ladybug, Chat Noir leaves her alone. He wishes and desperately hopes that she would reconsider all the while he encounters a similar situation and feeling at school. Marinette.

A collection of my poems. I am still working on my poems, so don't be too tough on me. That said, I would love some feedback on how to improve. :) I am adding more soon! Hope you enjoy!

Life as you see fit Love, Live, and learn from it all Miles Dei is Soldier of God in Latin.

For when I have ideas but not enough motivation to make a whole book.

Hello, this is just my poems to get my thoughts and feelings out ig. Read if you want (no promises that they are good) If you read feel free to give advice on how to improve <3

All aspiring writer Patrick needs to get started is inspiration - too bad he can't find any.

Piles of unspoken thought, compiled into a ton of poems, aimed to someday, made it's way to the hearts of those who didn't listen. [ Note: The poems were written throughout my journey, and my views, and how I express my mind changed. This is not edited, and well, raw. ]