Writings Stories

.˳·˖✶𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝓗𝓐𝓓𝓔𝓢 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖘 𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗✶˖·˳. 𝐀 𝗌𝗂𐓣𝗀ᥣ𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂ρ 𝗍ɦ𝗋ⱺυ𝗀ɦ 𝗍𝗂ꭑ𝖾 𝗋𝖾ω𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝐇αᑯα𝗋α'𝗌 𝖾𐓣𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 ᥣ𝗂𝖿𝖾. 𝐍ⱺω 𝗍ɦ𝖾 ᑯαυ𝗀ɦ𝗍𝖾𝗋 ⱺ𝖿 𝐇αᑯ𝖾𝗌 α𐓣ᑯ 𝐌αᥣ𝖾𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾𐓣𝗍 ꭑυ𝗌𝗍 𐓣α𝗏𝗂𝗀α𝗍𝖾 α 𝖿υ𝗍υ𝗋𝖾 ωɦ𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌ɦ𝖾 ɦα𝗌 𝗍ɦ𝖾 𝖿αꭑ𝗂ᥣ𝗒 𝗌ɦ𝖾 αᥣωα𝗒𝗌 ωα𐓣𝗍𝖾ᑯ, α𐓣ᑯ α ᥣⱺ𝗏𝖾 𝗌ɦ𝖾 𐓣𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗑ρ𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾ᑯ. 𝐁υ𝗍 ωɦ𝖾𐓣 𝗍ɦ𝖾 ρα𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖿υ𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗍ⱺ 𝗌𝗍α𝗒 ᑲυ𝗋𝗂𝖾ᑯ, 𝐇αᑯα𝗋α ꭑυ𝗌𝗍 𝖼ɦⱺⱺ𝗌𝖾 ᑲ𝖾𝗍ω𝖾𝖾𐓣 𝗍ɦ𝖾 ᥣ𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗌ɦ𝖾 ᥣⱺ𝗌𝗍... α𐓣ᑯ 𝗍ɦ𝖾 ⱺ𐓣𝖾 𝗌ɦ𝖾 ωα𝗌 ᑯ𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𐓣𝖾ᑯ 𝗍ⱺ ᥣ𝗂𝗏𝖾. 🕯𝕷ᥙіs 𝕸ᥲძrіgᥲᥣ ᥊ 𝕺ᥴ 🍎🪞𝕯ᥱsᥴᥱᥒძᥲᥒ𝗍s 𝖂іᥴkᥱძ 𝖂᥆ᥒძᥱrᥣᥲᥒძ

A story told through the writings of Yoon, Seeun's protector. An era where one who bears the mark of magic is sought after and killed by the inquisition. Unfortunately Seeun beard the mark of magic.

"so catch me when i fall, like you had promised me under the moonlight, and hold me through the darkest of nights, just like you always did" - a short story of first love and heartbreaks

My Description ✨ My so-called writing... maybe it's not entirely my story, but some parts of it are entirely mine. So, just enjoy it with me. Laugh with me, cry with me, and maybe even find a little piece of your own feelings in my words. This is my first time writing something like this, so please don't expect perfection. Just read it, feel it, and enjoy the journey with me. ❤️ And please... don't copy my words. 🥹 They may be simple, but they come from somewhere real. Nothing else. Just feel it. Thank you, my lovely readieees! 🫶🏻✨ - Lucky 💕

A collection of my writings because I deleted my previous one ....

I longed for something that I could not have. | lower case intended. © melcholune. | do not plagarise. | 2021. #2 in poetry ╱ 07102021 #9 in writings ╱ 16012022 #2 in melancholia ╱ 17062022 #5 in spilledink ╱ 19102023 #1 in melancholia ╱ 30112022

I list down the famous authors from ancient to modern with their biography. I note down also their famous writings. Feel free to read it. Ciao

For random notes, updates, and tags, since now people tag me...for some reason. XD Cover art:

Not your typical story Genre: Slice of life ( storytelling that reflects what ordinary life feels like ) No plot twist No shocking turns No grand ending Just life as it is , hence you might find this boring But if you've ever felt invisible, even for a moment , maybe this might be for you This is a story about silence, healing, finding purpose, learning self love , and remembering self worth I'm 22 The eldest of seven, in a family of nine A daughter, a sister, a second mother. A cook. A cleaner. A teacher. Everything. All at once walk with me through this journey they call life

Words left unspoken to Jan. Written from the deepest holes in my heart. Written, so my feelings won't bleed under my skin. Most letters were written in English except letters 1, 8, 11, and the final last letter which was written in the "Tagalog-English/Taglish" language.

drabbles of my writing - poems, thoughts, snippets of my writing. just random bits and bobs.

A love that began at God's altar should have been sacred. But he's forgetting the Lord-and forgetting how to love me right. Still, the altar remembers every tear, every prayer, every faithful heartbeat I gave. © 2026 msinkinchrist. All rights reserved.

A short description

Just a lost soul not wanting to be lost anymore. Creating my own path to where I want to be. Here's some writings I hope to have people read one day. The writings I put here are mainly about judgment and wanting to be my own person when others want me to be someone else.

These are my creations for the times when I feel my emotions get the best of me, so I unravel them with words I see fit to express my thoughts. Feel free to roam through them, let them touch you if you will. Cover art by @_yahui on Instagram

this is a place , where prisoners roam they were in a place , where darkness is the whole they escaped that world , where they were caged in chained to the wall ,and it grazed there skin they couldn't stay there , the world of madness they have nothing to do , but to escape escape this mind , and be called the escaped thoughts this is a book where I write my poetry, quotes anything written by me I'm a quiet person but I know there is more to me then what meets the eye hope you enjoy it emma

This is just a collection of my written works over the years. I've got school essays, poems, short stories-you name it! Fair warning, though: Some of this stuff was written when I was in elementary school.

Notes and Scraps found in the bottom of one's heart never cease to exist, varying with each person. Whispers are meant to be for secrets, but this heart is too weak to scream its words.

Clara narrates the story of the unfortunate happenings in the Kingdom of Blythe. She had one night left to tell her part of the story. Will she be saved from the pendant - a pendant which bought nothing but misfortune to its beholder? Will she manage to spill out the evil lying in the family of Marleigh?