Freewriting Stories

i give too much meaning to things

the city reeks of cockroaches and shit and i think of you more often than i'd like to admit

This isn't really a book more of an online journal. I got the idea to start one from one of my favorite watttpad authors or user what do you call them ? This is just a pile of things that go through my head that I felt like sharing for some unknown reason. They are going to be my actual thoughts so not everything is going to be nice and pretty. It's not intended to be interesting just honest. Read at your own risk.

i don't know your name yet but i'm excited to know you and i know it's unrealistic to hope so but i hope you're better than the last one

A collection of writings, ramblings and thoughts -Dedicated to the lost, lonely and hopeful-

Words from a teenage girl :} ---------------------------------- My feelings are out to the world Instead of being inside my world *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+* This collection of poems I wrote. ------------------------------- Most impressive rankings: #2 in 'freewriting' #2 in 'thepoetryclub' #49 in 'personal' #501 in 'poem'

Written in a stream-of-consciousness style and comprised of some unrelated short-stories to set the tone. Multi-generational story with intersecting characters who have gathered together over the common interest of searching for the lost ending to an unremarkable book. All copies of the author's one novel are missing the same crucial final pages and the small clues that the group has have come at a price. Death and destruction has haunted every one of them and, even though they've turned their lives upside down for a quest that seems unending, they remain committed to their task. They will find the ending to this book and in-so-doing, may solve a decades-old crime and find some peace for themselves as well. Story is ongoing...or is it? An excerpt from Short-story #6: For those that read all the way to the end, the story left them unsatisfied. No. It left them angry. Because they hadn't read to the end. They hadn't found that happy ending on that last page. They hadn't found a sad ending. A tragic ending. They hadn't found any ending at all. What they'd found was a sentence that carried onto a page that had been ripped out. Worse than any cliffhanger ending to a TV series or an unfinished trilogy, the story just ended in an ellipsis disguised as a set of dramatic words. And, what was more, the author had specifically designed the story to conclude on that final page. After pages and pages, some three-hundred and twenty-seven of them with multiple arcs and angles buried in conflated language, the book's reader found the page missing. Not misprinted, not fallen due to decay, but purposely, maliciously, hideously ripped out.

A collection of little free writing, poetic like works of mine. Some are addressed to real people in my life. Almost the story of my life. Makes this more interesting. Welcome to my head, where a young woman struggles to find herself in a world tearing her apart. All the good and the bad. I do have the diagnosis of Ankylosing Spondylitis (with POTS, NCS, Fibromyalgia, IBS and others) and BPD (Borderline). Some writings indirectly reference these. If you want to learn more about any of them, Google it.

This is a collection of the poems I'm writing as the challenge of NaPoWriMo '23. Most of the poems will be written as per the Wattpad prompt posted by WattpadPoetry. I hope you will enjoy!

Hey my Delirious Demons! This is just a book of poems that I wrote. I will warn you, it will have triggering things. Like suicide, depression, and other stuff. If you couldn't tell by the title, these poems represent what I go through in life. If you are not one for this kind of stuff, just go to the next story! Some of the poems will be for fun, but most will be deep, and explaining what I feel through context. Any who, let's get started, shall we?? Deliriously Outtie! ✌

Remembering a location that unlocks memories.

Like the moon, forever falling; humanity seems to be incredibly still. Hiding behind masks, running away from criticism and growth; embracing denial at large. Perhaps knowing the moon shall soon crush us all is a curse; much like the perceiving of our own eternal damnation.

"A Painting in the form of Words" "A medium of Self Expression" "A song without a tune but has rhythm"

lovesick x the title is a reference to the Hozier song, also this is not a story just a series of thoughts. enjoy! x

Just me writing when something is on my mind. Hell most might not make sense but whatever

Free writing ig.. just wanna write and get my thoughts out

If the inner critic loves to criticize us writers, why would it take an interest in writing?

nothing but word-vomits from my mind.

This is just a book that I published simply for freewriting. I hope to write here often to get the new and old ideas out so I can actually work on my important stories. Who knows? Maybe I'll make these into a book one day.