Late Night Cravings
This is what happens when you want pancakes past 10:00 pm. Chaos. And yes, this is a true story.…
This is what happens when you want pancakes past 10:00 pm. Chaos. And yes, this is a true story.…
cinnamon toast crunchsomeone please tell me why i do these things to myself…
just my haiku poem collection.why? because i only like poetry when it's haikus.…
always there. ♡…
✧・゚: *✧・゚:* you, the one who had always brightened my sky even when it was the darkest shade of charcoal black. who made the violets and indigos so bold and bright; please keep my galaxy as beautiful as you. *:・゚✧*:・゚✧2021.02.15…
"These Humanoids... half-alien, half-human, they can't really be real. This is just some phenomenon, right?"-----This is a small snippet of my first full book, it gives a small glimpse at the beginning of the journey of the main character, who I will have unnamed until the first chapter is released. Please stay tuned for more! I hope you like, it's a bit of sci-fi mixed with horror. ***CREDITS TO THE ORIGINAL OWNER OF THE COVER PHOTO***…
This poem is my version of the original "Where I'm From" by George Ella Lyon. This is my modern adaption using a template from one of my assignments in class. I hope you like, and please feel free to share your versions!Link to video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZdnHl_yW1dQIf you wanna write it with the template I used: https://www.sausd.us/cms/lib/CA01000471/Centricity/Domain/3043/I%20Am%20From%20Poem.pdf…
your eyes remind me of honey; so sweet & smooth.…
this is for you, my fellow stressed-out, possibly going insane, hasn't slept in four days, type student. (':…
"It's not as bad as you think, just get on." This is a reiteration of my first time trying to ride a rollercoaster, also known as the scariest day of my life. (I'm only sorta joking, heights are my biggest fear.) I wrote this as a story for my creative writing class and decided to share it on Wattpad. Enjoy! (':…
A written recap of my experience going and not making it to marching band state finals! -These are written in 1st POV and 2nd POV. This was mainly a practice to write in these perspectives, but I hope you can enjoy this also.…
Jordan mourned the great loss of her sister from a car accident. One day while visiting her grave, she somehow gains the opportunity to talk to her once again - and relive the family tradition.-Inspired by my mom while we were driving past a cemetery. I asked what the giant tombstones were, and she said vaults for the bodies. As a joke, I said, "They could play card games in there." So now, using my brain, I made this piece. Thanks, mom.…
Something simple and sweet to clear the mind.-I wrote this when practicing descriptive writing. Hopefully, this can help you relax by imagining yourself as the girl in the story.-Short but sweet.…