my expression of catharsis
There are good and bad ways to survive city living.
Something short and heartfelt
Max Keaton, from the state of Virginia, experiences a night of tragedy, and a preposterous encounter with an unknown enemy living in the woodlands. Visiting his friend in the neck of the woods, he finds himself teaming up with his rifle-wielding daredevil of a friend and his own capability of fighting. You might ask yourself, what is living in the woods?
Short erotica story - first attempt at writing ever!
This story depicts a dream I had the other morning, as best that I could word what I remembered. As I find with many dreams, there are certain things that you just inherently know. I tried to add in some of the missing material as best I could fit into the story line. Sorry if it feels rushed, it all happened quite quickly within the dream. And as often happens in dreams, scene changes are often cut-scenes with little or no context. And I apologize if you don’t like how this ends. Believe me, I don’t either. But my mind has yet to inform me what happens beyond this point.
Sometimes it’s hard to see your life continuing without (insert name here). But maybe it’s possible?
MY WORK LIFE EXPERIENCE IN 2018: THIS IS AN INTRO OF WHAT IM GOING THROUGH AT WORK WITH AN RGM FROM HELL. I'M SORRY IF ITS DISTURBING OR HARSH WHAT I'M EXPRESSING ON MY POST BUT ITS HOW I FEEL AND IT DOES AT TIMES DEPRESSES ME, SO WRITING IT DOES HELP ME SOME. I DO INTEND TO WRITE ALL MY HELL I'VE BEEN DEALING WITH AND SOME THINGS MAY BE VERBALLY GRAPHIC SO SORRY FOR THAT.
A love poem for a girl with an eating disorder
Pondering in perpetual questions
Control the contents of your thoughts and guide them to the light. We are all connected by spirit; and therefore, thought.
*Revised x2* My first ever story. This is an original story based on a Writing Prompt by Tumblr user writing-prompt-s. This is a soulmate AU.
This is a very short story about a small journey.....
A poem about someone whose soul has died, yet his body lives on.
Unusual source of an epiphany
Curiosity, for things we may never get the answer to.
Do ever feel like a royal fuck up? like no matter what you do or who you attempt to be you always mess up. Yeah. Me Either.
I was inspired by the kindness a stranger showed towards my family and myself.
Just a short story, i had to translate it so i'm sorry for any errors.