Amishka

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Hey everyone,
          I just published a collection of poems.
          
          Honestly, writing a full book has been tough. I’ve tried advice from other authors, searched everything I could, but it’s just not clicking yet. That doesn’t mean I’m giving up—but I had to admit I couldn’t do it alone, at least not right now.
          
          Poems are easier for me, and right now, that’s what I can give. So, while I’m still trying to figure out the book, enjoy the poems.

Hello guys any tips on how to overcome writer's block for a book you haven't write lol its greatly appreciated here

          
          What does it take to fall in love with someone? What if all you needed was 36 Questions.✨️❤️
          
          
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/346857364?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=purpleskiesanddreams

Hi, I tried serahing for your story again HIS SECRET HERESY, but I couldn't find it here again. What happened??. I was actually eager to see the next chapter and how the story will unfold. Please publish it back

Hi  
          Please give a try on this story too?
          It's actually nice and intriguing too.
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/391450162?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=UltimateJ10

Hey there, lovely followers!! I'm participating in the bloody challenge, My Crown Daises, and here's my little drabble.
          
          I chose daisies—innocent, foolish things. The moment the crown touched my head, my heart stopped… then refused to stay dead. Nothing could kill me now. I walked through fire, mocked silver, laughed at hunters with stakes.
          
          But I never saw the moon again.
          
          No soft glow on ancient skin. No midnight hunts. No kisses under stars. Only sunless streets and windowless rooms. A coffin that never closed. A life that never ends.
          
          Sometimes, I lay in the dark and imagine her face bathed in moonlight—her warmth, her goodbye. Immortal? Yes.
          
          But even the dead get to dream.
          
          I don’t.

Hey, I'm sorry to bug you, but I'll be grateful if you checked out my book and let me know your thoughts about it. I'm humbly requesting that you give my book a chance. Here's the link, and have a nice day!❤
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/257266146?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info℘_page=story_details_button℘_uname=Annalisadonkor

Hi zoro_kawina love your reading list