Oldwriting Stories

A collection of various short stories I've written, including many short stories that are part of a series, whether discontinued or ongoing. (Many of them are going to be republished from my posts on Warriors Amino.) Plase keep in mind, a lot of them (at least initially) are going to be multiple years old, and my writing has grown a lot over time. I also will not be re-editing any of these short stories when I post them here if they were originally posted somewhere else before, unless a word/name is misspelled to the point of being completely incorrect and/or accidentally not the originally intended word/name.

Kireina Tashikani is the new third seat of the Tenth Division. A perfectionist by nature and a devoted tea drinker by habit, she came to Seireitei to work, not to make friends. At least, that was the plan. But when a false accusation lands her in a cell, her calm and calculated life begins to fracture. Suddenly, she's faced with monsters that blur the line between nightmare and reality, humans who insist on being far too troublesome, and a certain icy captain who keeps drawing her attention when she least expects it. As suspicion spreads and emotions stir, Kireina is forced to confront fears she has long kept locked away and feelings she never intended to explore. Perfection may have been her goal, but life has a way of rewriting even the best plans. (I will post all the chapters as the days go by! But this is an old completed story. Reposted by request, chapters written a little smoother with the same content.)

The idea for this story was to create a fantasy world filled with beings like vampires, werewolves, witches, wizards, and more! The main character was meant to be a dryad-like being, like I took inspiration from dryads to create her race. ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦ 『 I know I'll never fully write and finish this story, but I still wanted to share however much I've written here. Tho incomplete, posting it here feels like fulfilling my dream halfway. I give permission to anyone who wants to adapt, use, or continue this story in any way you like, as long as the credit that is due is given! All the very best! 』

This story was a collaboration with my friend Jemima Antony (@bijouxjemima). 『 We know we'll never fully write and finish this story, but we still wanted to share however much we've written here. Tho incomplete, posting it here feels like fulfilling our dream halfway. We give permission to anyone who wants to adapt, use, or continue this story in any way you like, as long as the credit that is due is given! All the very best! 』

This story was a collaboration with my friend Karina Sungatullina (@karina27robertovna). 『 We know we'll never fully write and finish this story, but we still wanted to share however much we've written here. Tho incomplete, posting it here feels like fulfilling our dream halfway. We give permission to anyone who wants to adapt, use, or continue this story in any way you like, as long as the credit that is due is given! All the very best! 』

For this story, I was inspired by Danmei and the concept of transmigration. That's how this piece of writing came to be! 『 I know I'll never fully write and finish this story, but I still wanted to share however much I've written here. Tho incomplete, posting it here feels like fulfilling my dream halfway. I give permission to anyone who wants to adapt, use, or continue this story in any way you like, as long as the credit that is due is given! All the very best! 』

Valkyrie like... hates locking in. She's supposed to be working, when she decides to skip her patrol duties to go spend time with her guy best "friend" in a forest clearing spring. Do NOT tell her boss!!! I made this in like 2023 but a. the writing was still pretty ok (esp with some slight fixes), and b. I felt like my ao3 profile was getting lonely with my single fic LMAO so go my oc content! Kean belongs to @ candylemonn on IG (my pook)

A book full of old terrible drafts I have for people to clown on me cuz idk

"In the beginning, there had only been darkness. Then, there was light. The Player opened Its Eyes." Alone in the Void, a Player dreams a world into being. Just a short story inspired by the Minecraft End Poem by Julian Gough. ------------------------------------------------- credit for cover goes to lunaticilis

An Archive; A collection of poems, written by a very angsty teen, who is now a slightly less-angsty, arguably more-stable young adult.

Naruto, once a bustling ball of energy, became a shell of his former self. Naruto, as always, is forced to beg for training. He wants nothing more than to become powerful enough to bring Sasuke back and to fulfill his goal of becoming Hokage, but an event that occurs during his training regiment changed him. Jeriya is acting oddly towards him, so is Tsunade, and everyone close to him. Naruto gradually loses his grasp on reality, and believes his judgement is no longer a meaningful contribution. He becomes the opposite of who he once was, and finds that he's not the only one losing himself. Naruto ventures with those close to him to find the source of his anguish, and they unveil the unsettling truth. .... "I have to end this thing, it's the only way." Naruto spoke breathlessly. "Please, don't do this! There has to be another way!" He begged. "There's no other way." ----------------------------------- It has been YEARS since I've touched this piece. I decided to start rewriting it, but I've been procrastinating since its SIXTY THREE PAGES LONG. I kept telling myself "well its readable" no it really isn't. The dialogue is corny and unrealistic and I was making up shit as I went. At least now I have a clue of what the general direction of the story was. And I'm going to make cover art as well, because AI covers look dumb and wrong.

When love and hate are so undeniably close to one another, lines are bound to be crossed. Both are such powerful emotions that may make one rash, nothing is out of question when a mother longs to give her children the best life she can. We face our demons when we are confronted by our own decisions. This is a short story I wrote for my English class taking inspiration from Mary Shelly's 'Frankenstein' - in all honesty I think reading this classical story helped define my writing style :D

so like........ its all dark and stuff but you can hear yourself yapping!! oh no

this world is so average

uh idk

All the bad stories I wrote while I was bored in class and had access to a word document. None of these stories will be continued unless there is a high demand for them. Please note that wrote this years ago, so it's honestly worse than the early chapters of Doll & Darling. Stay beautiful mis amigas <3

Started June 2017 Discontinued early 2019 - His lips grazed against a pair of plum soft lips. His eyes gazed into chocolate brown one's as they fill with lust. "Your mine...." "And only mine...." This is my first story,im sorry if it's bad but Im trying.

I've been writing since I was a kid, and I'm kinda bored right now, so I thought I'd share some of my stuff from back then to now. Hope you like it!

Cover art is not mine. This is a collection of little bits of writing of mine that are about the dualities of life-how good and bad reflect off of each other. I may include some poetry of mine from years past that are about duality and other topics.

Things Irish Dancers... Say Do Think and other stuff! Highest rank: Number 2 in #irishdance