Deepwriting Stories

What happens when someone becomes the center of your world... and then slowly disappears from it? The Last Page of Us follows a boy who falls in love with a girl whose laughter felt like sunlight and whose silence felt like winter. From late-night conversations to unread messages, from tiny promises to quiet heartbreak - this is the story of a love that grew beautifully and ended quietly. This book is for you if you've ever: •loved someone silently lost someone slowly waited for a message that never came • held onto memories more than a person •wished for one last conversation It's not a story of blame. It's not a story of revenge. It's a story of feeling - deep, raw, honest. Some people stay, some people leave. But some... remain forever as the last page of us.

This was meant to help narrate pain, darkness and hopelessness in a deep manner. It is a series of simple poems which explain the complex nature of emotional and mental suffering. It takes you through a journey of grief, incandescence and regret. The writer in the end says... "Sometimes what offers to help you, is what actually kills you". Simply, do not trust anyone.

nothing.. just a story made from imagining things... hehe

In the silence after rebellion, she stands among the ruins she created-haunted by what she destroyed to survive. A reckoning with regret, memory, and the cost of freedom.

Swear to GOD I'm living in hell. Like I truly feel that this is the land of the forsaken. No one really loves anyone anymore. Its like love is only a "word" which means "to like someone profoundly", what the FUCK is that. Everyone is malicious and deceptive and back stabbing. You got "agencies" that actually pay their employers to "care"... To actually FUCKING CARE...what happened to humanity and a loving community. Greed, drugs, porn, prostitution, that's what the FUCK HAPPENED. Now we live in a world where in No One loves you the state then pays certain "agencies" to pick up the lack and do what...."CARE"...IF THIS AINT HELL IT SURE AINT FAR FROM IT ©lyricalslouch

Letters which are dusty and forgotten from the void, with a history that speaks --- every letter that whispers moments and mysteries from the world of the endless.

In a world that tried to break her, Hope learned to build herself instead. When life tore down every dream she ever had, she chose not to surrender-but to rise, to heal, and to become her own light. This is the story of a girl who walked through storms with grace, turned her pain into power, and proved that even in darkness, the smallest spark can set the whole sky ablaze.

Smoke - an ethereal metaphor for the drifting mind, fleeting control, and silent peace. This poem explores letting go through the imagery of smoke's journey, its greys, its dull embrace, and its final quietude

A collection of poems created from different times of my life. Each poem may depict different emotions and state of thinking while other others may be of a mixture. Some may show the down times and some ups as well as some fictional and some autobiographical.

"I Am The Devil." That's what they call me. The quiet boy in the corner who never laughs, never blinks first, and never forgives a lie. My eyes scare them, my silence unsettles them, and my honesty cuts too deep. I spend my days buried in books, dismantling the world one thought at a time, until she walks in - the girl who dares to look back at me without flinching. She's warmth, I'm frost. She's chaos, I'm control. And yet, she stays. But people like me don't get happy endings. I ruin everything I touch. And when love finds me, it doesn't save me, it shows me just how much destruction I can bring. This is not a story of redemption. This is the story of how I learned to live with being the villain of my own life.

Highest Rankings; #5 In LASTTIME #23 In CHERISHED The fear of forgetting a loved one as time passes is probably the best and the worst feeling, all at the same time. The senses dulling and their heart no longer recognising the beloved breeds the fear of losing connection with the desperate longing to hold onto memories and the hope that today won't be the day they forget what it feels like to be loved by the one they held dear, once. Today, I Hope Is Not That Day is the prequel to Today, I Hope Is That Day. If you haven't checked it out, feel free to give my profile a visit or you can also find the same using the link below. https://www.wattpad.com/story/396019162-today-i-hope-is-that-day PS: The cover page is drawn by me. xD

A collection of short poems. Hope you enjoy!

Hey! So this is my first ever "online book" and i'm so excited to share these lovely novels with y'all!! I hope you enjoy it and I would love feedback! <3 - Love Katt

There's battles that don't leave wounds and scars that aren't visible on the surface. How deep can you cut someone before they finally break?

When will it stop? I wonder why my peers around me are being brain washed but I'm the one who can see past the things they were victims to. I wonder why a modern day female can't sleep with a guy she likes without being shamed. Society is never satisfied always know that, if you are petite you are considered anorexic. If you are a little on the thick side you are considered obese. When will it end? I will never let others label me and put a limit on my abilities I am strong, I am independent, I am me. Nobody in the world can stop me from being me. I am strong willed never will be the one to wear jordons on my feet because if I don't I'll be shamed, never will be the one to try my hardest to fit in. I am Destiny, I love being unique, being different is a beautiful that is a thing not many people can love I wanna change my peers mind sets I wanna see them grow when will it end?......

Welcome to my world of poetic expression. Here, you'll find a deep dive into the human soul - its grief, its laughter, its sorrow. Because poetry is what keeps us alive, let's keep writing again and again, to share this strange and beautiful experience we call life. P.S.: I'm French and not a native English speaker, so please forgive any small mistakes that might remain. Feel free to leave a comment or a vote - I'd love to read your work in return!

excerpts from my journal, yeah this probably won't be interesting, but look anyway!!!!! **if any of my writing is dangerously similar to anyone else's I PROMISE that it is purely coincidence, I don't want to take credit for anyone else's work**

I feel as if I no longer have an "energy source" or "thrive" within me. As if I've been depleted of all PSYCHOLOGICAL life. All that's left is this PHYSICAL entity or mass of flesh and bone. My "soul" or "spirit" has vacated my body. I remember being energetic and vibrant, even witty, but now I seem blah and pathetic. I feel lethargic and weak almost to a crippled psychological state. I've lost Hope and now feel eager for the "END". I've almost completely abandoned my interest and now desire to simply just rest. Close my eyes, slip into my dreams, and finally rest. Though I have no reason to feel this tired, at least physically, must be a case of mental fatigue. Excuse me while I rest ©lyricalslouch

A collection of my favorite pieces of poetry, with some of my own creations mixed in. Credit where credit is due, as best as possible