tequila and writing don't mix but I make an idiot of myself anyway. I'll completely understand if no one reads this at all but if you do, welcome to my thought process

This is my first official draft for my fantasy book I’m not done yet just wanted to know thoughts and opinions

The first episode of the season. The year 1936, May 13th, the murder mystery begins. King Butch is turning older by the second and holds an old crown he's owned for 50 years that's probably worth millions of dollars. Prince Pooch has just been elected kind and decided he should kill King Butch to take his crown and for nobody to question where it went, but there's something he missed, and he's too foolish to understand...

Jujutsu Kaisen isn’t just a story—it’s a mirror of trauma, strength, and survival. It examines the cost of carrying pain, the weight of sacrifice, and the harsh truth that strength doesn’t guarantee safety or closure. Heroes aren’t safe; victories aren’t neat. Every fight reflects loss, courage, and the raw reality of living in a brutal, unfair world. From Yuji to Gojo, every character carries more than power—they carry meaning, guilt, and consequence. This is reflection, not fantasy. JJK asks: can you endure when the world doesn’t care? And it leaves you marked for life.

Horror movies turn me on. And now my ultimate fantasy has come to life. This Halloween, he wants me to be his good girl

Sunny and Emily meet and talk about what's next for the both of them and what has to happen before Emily is released from the hospital

Ethan fights against the stranger that reveals himself to be something other than human, will Ethan be ok, or is this where is story ends.

The story is about a women who goes mad, because the world around her no longer makes sense, she can't seem to be dreaming about it because its far too real

There’s a star that’s so cynical, not living up to her potential. She could be my guiding light, but she just laughs while I go blind.

I don't wanna know what they think. I’d rather throw diamonds down the kitchen sink, let them drink their faces pink, in the barstools where they sat. I’m just browsing, in my concrete shoes and my dusty hat.

Time to go Disposition to the wind, I’m running so far away. Don’t ask me to remember again the lies, the goodbyes, the truth— it washes me through, it wears on my soul.

I drank myself down to the river bank, no will to run, no devils to thank. I don’t pity myself anymore — but the river seethes, it finds me a bore.

SHE was written a long time ago and I just recreated it. I lost all my poems through time and circumstance and have been working on rewriting from what I can remember. This and the other for poems were written by a younger me.

Sunny and her mother talk about a meeting with Emily Hyperion at the Haggerty Hospital for the Mentally Ill.

Johnny Silverhand and the User delve into some... interesting quirks about one another, and once they find out they're compatible for each other, the sparks will fly!

Sunny gets a letter from an old friend who has been placed in a hospital after being found unresponsive in the local park.

A plan to illicit a response. Wille he reveal himself, or will he send a proxy in his place? see what happens in future inserts.

Mind games are the focus. Will it send the message they want? Or will Axel do something they're not anticipating. Read Insert 6 to find out.

Have you ever wondered how pokemon cards are changing? Well, in this text, I will show all the interesting facts about how pokemon is changing and why this is a very interesting subject to read about. So, I hope you enjoy.

What does it mean to rely on heroes? This is a dark fantasy horror short story originally written for my anthology "Windows in the Dark."