Vunerable Stories

A poem about being trapped after hours in X-Sector and creepy thing start to happen.

Just a piece of my life I wanted to give a preview of and here it is. I hope you enjoy.

Throughout the story you will follow along a child as she writes in her diary. This diary is her struggles and everything she wants to say but can't. Will she be able to...

My experience with people I couldn't vibe with.

I have just started writing and these are some of the snippets that i love, so thought of sharing them. Hope you will enjoy them too as much as I have enjoyed writing th...

My thoughts thrown up into a compiled mess of a book. Of love.

*TRIGGER WARNING* Jensen is a 21 year old man suffering from depression and anorexia nervosa. He loved Finn but he knew nothing would come of it so he hid it from the wo...

This is a true based story in which is consistent in Love.... the emotional up and down roller coaster, the beauty and ugly of love... This is my journal... this is my...

This is a collection of original poetry written by your's truly; Meeka Orton. These poems are raw insights into my emotions, some are just creations of the moment while...

Monique just started university and is living with Julian you could say he's the bad boy type. He challenges her to see if she really is who she says she is. Although th...

Autumn is a girl who fell to hard. She let her heart get broken, but now she is stronger. She will never let a boy ruin her life or heart again. But what happens when s...

Seven years old Mira is filled with vengeance after watching her mum die right in front of her and her elder sister placed in a coma after been brutally raped and beaten...

Jamie, a rebelious teenage girl, has recently lost her granddad; the only person she could truly trust. Now her world has traumatically changed a she unravels all the da...

Free verse about loneliness and is affects

Just some stuff I wrote out of boredom because I find writing fun and before you read almost all of these are free verse poems aka they don't rhyme but I hope they still...

This is everything. The pure me. The vulnerable me. The words that I cannot speak forth from my mouth but write on paper.