Poeticwriting Stories

Another martyr? No, a monster. ~~~ Males have tormented the females for too long. History has been steeped in despair and females have paid the price. A reckoning is com...

a collection of short poems based on my experiences and the people in my life

My personal and random poems that most likely do not make sense

Grievously Wounded but unbroken,private investigator Charlie Parker faces the darkest of forces in a case with it's roots in the Second World War,and a concentration cam...

A young girl is trying to find her ways as a newbie to dating. She always fails at dating with her situationship. She never felt like she would ever be wanted until she...

Maybe if you have some time to kill, spend it here, inside my brain. This is a collection of short stories that were written in different points in my writing career, so...

hiraeth (n.) a longing for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past. |...

𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗦 𝗢𝗡 𝗣𝗔𝗣𝗘𝗥 ❝ 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥. 𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘯...

Just some thoughts on life.

Picking up creative writing is one of the most fulfilling things anyone can do. Oh how the world changes. The inner one, of course.

"I want you to be the one you used to be" Previously known as poems by a teenager All rights reserved @ nishbae33

When I was a kid, my sister was fascinated with greek mythology. One day she told me the legend of Cassiopeia, the woman made prisonner of the stars. I felt so sad for h...

The Poetry Workshop is a collaborative work designed to help poets become better poets. With prompts, information and exercises included in each chapter, we aim to help...

A few words on the joy and pain that is to love.

A story of a struggle experience

A sweet first Valentine's day between Scorpius and Albus; lots of gifts, and love, surrounded by a kaleidoscope of colour to brighten the day.

This book has random short stories in it that I wrote I hope you enjoy.

There are thoughts that fill my head and I must get them out. They need to come out or else they live within me, forever yearning to be told. These are my thoughts, and...

"You belong in a field of poppies." "How can spring grow the courage to sprout when shes already bloomed?" He wants to love her, but he doesn't know...