Thoughts Stories

where two best friends realize their true feelings during a simple game with friends corpse x !fem oc

Non Fiction - BL මගෑරුන ආදරේට ලං වෙන්න ආයම දෙවනි අවස්තාවක් ලැබුනොත්? නැත්තන් තමන්ගෙ සීක්‍රට් ෆේවරිට් ආටිස්ට් එහෙමත් නැත්තන් හොදම යාලුවගේ තාත්තා ගැන වෙනස් හැගීමක් දැනෙන්න ගත්තොත්? ඉතින් මේ, ජිවිත හතරක් එක්ක බැදුන සරල කතාවක්. වඩින තුරු සද බලා ඉන්නම්......

After surviving a lightning strike that stopped his heart, firefighter Evan "Buck" Buckley wakes to a strange new ability. He can hear the last thought of anyone he touches. But when a near-fatal rescue links him to Eddie Diaz's mind, Buck is haunted by the one thing louder than the thunder: Eddie's unspoken love for him.

Some emotions can't be spoken- so they were etched here, softly and deeply.

This is a compilation of quotes and small pieces of writings I have came across randomly. Credit to the original writer. "The betrayal of love was destructive, But it's impact that made me married was divine. My vows to my pen are for life." -Ethereal

𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑀𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑜ℎ 𝑠𝑎𝑦 ... This is a book of some poems I've written recently. Some are about me, some about books and some about something else entirely. Either way, I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them <3 #2 poetry 20.09.2024 #6 poem 18.09.2024 #1 poetic 10.04.2023 #14 poem 14.03.2023 #1 rhyme 08.12.2022 #11 drowning 27.11.2022

who said the night is for sleep?? It's 3 in the morning and there's this awful quietness that's only interrupted by occasional cricket noise, everyone is fast asleep and is already in the middle of their dreams. That's the time when loneliness hits the most when there's no companion but the relentless thoughts every single one of them is rushing to occupy most of the space in the tired mind. And it won't stop until the first sun rays start sweeping in, starting a new day p.s / I write to tidy up some of my mind chaos but English is not my native language so please excuse any grammatical mistakes

Sarah Wilson is an 18 year old werewolf/ necromancer. Hybrids are very rare in the supernatural world. After being rejected by her mate, the government finds her and she has to flee. 5 years later it's okay for Sarah to come back to the pack but is this the same girl that left?

Just me I think ..

'I will marry' yeah finally this asshole had something to say, she kept my sister waiting for ages. He better treat her very well or else I'll be their little honeymoon package and I'll show him all of my karate skills. 'But I'll marry you' He pointed his finger at me, okay the hell is this now? I almost chuckled thinking it's a joke but everyone else just stood as if there's nothing that can be said against it. 'W_hat?' my sister said almost breaking. This asshole made my sister cry???????? 'Am sorry I can't marry you I am more attracted to your little sister' I almost jumped to him, until I heard my sister crying while she left the room. I was about to run after her but I stood in front of the so called husband 'fuck you' that was all I could say.

A series of generated polls to gather information about what you, the readers, like and so on in my stories. There is no competition, but I am curious to hear these answers...

{Poetry} ✦✦✦ "𝗖𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗰𝗼𝗯𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁𝘀, 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁. 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗱𝘀, 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗱𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗱𝗲. 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗲. 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲, 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗜 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗲, 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆. 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻, 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗻, 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗱. 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝗰𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀, 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁." ✦✦✦ {Finished 2023}

this is literally just gonna be me yapping about the most random stuff and my obsessions, idk why anyone would want to read this but ur welcome too I just need a place to free my thoughts don't expect good grammar becuz it doesnt exist here.

Thoughts at midnight. Love. Heartbreak. Loneliness. Encouragement.

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❝a beautiful girl with gorgeous eyes, but a hidden world of hurt and lies.❞ a collection of short poems and quotes. morning thoughts ✨ #11 in poetry [18/02/18]

You'll find poems here I have been writing these poems for over 3 years now I will post the ones I think are decent I really think it'll be relatable for many.

Midnight Poems is a collection of raw, haunting thoughts-written in the quiet hours when sleep won't come and the dark feels a little too honest. These aren't your typical love poems. They're messy, aching, and sometimes a bit twisted. If you've ever stayed up too late thinking about everything and nothing, this book is for you.

This book is a collection of my thoughts - the quiet ones that whisper when the world gets too loud. It's what it feels like to exist a little off to the side, like a random daisy in an endless field - not the brightest, not the tallest, but still reaching for the sun anyway. Reaching for warmth.

Hi, I'm Ciara - I write about motion, memory, and healing. "These are the pieces of me that never made it into conversations." Notes on Life & Movement is a series of reflections told through journal-style prose and poetry - tracing survival, softness, and self-discovery. Each volume explores a different part of healing: the heart, the past, and the quiet moments in between. If you've ever felt unseen but kept going anyway, you'll find yourself in these pages. 🚫 Copyright Notice: This story and all related entries belong to Ciara Miles. Please do not copy, repost, translate, or reproduce any portion of this work without permission. Sharing links is welcome - copying text is not. © 2025 Ciara Miles. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except for brief quotations used in reviews or articles. "Notes on Life & Movement" and all related entries are the original creative property of Ciara Miles. Written in motion, signed in peace. - Ciara Miles