Tap…….. Tap……. Tap…. Then silence. She looked at the clock subtly, avoiding the windows as the silence swallowed her ears. She knew better than to look at them. To pay attention to the window. She felt their eyes touch her. The stare of a mosquito. Its eyes watching her like it had walked the desert for days. The irritating buzz it makes as it watches her cooking, humming, bouncing in time with the music.

My take on a writing prompt I found on Pintrest. A 19 year old male named Lucas deals with his shadows while trying to hold onto his best friend as she finishes her last year of high school.

Disclaimer this is a work of historical fiction. Nothing in this story should be taken as true historical fact. On October 14, 1066 William, Duke of Normandy, and King Harold of England engaged in a nine-hour arduous battle. The Battle of Hastings, as it would soon become known, decided the fate of England, its monarchs, and its future. The Battle of Hastings was so much more than a simple battle, and King Harold and William were so much more than rivals.

The full moon hung heavy in the sky as Aamon, the werewolf, prowled the edges of the forest. His keen senses had led him to Amala's remote farmhouse, nestled two miles from the nearest town.

The dim cavern pulsed with a strange, rhythmic glow as the last of the women were dragged into the den, their whimpers swallowed by the slick walls that throbbed with unseen life. The air was thick with the creature’s musk—warm, cloying, and laced with something that made their skin prickle and their breath come faster.

She floated aimlessly, pain springing forward as blood seeped from the bullet wound at her side. It dyed the ocean water around her, along with the setting sun; this was going to be her last gaze of the living world. Her sight filled with that dreaded color of flesh and rage. So many emotions were running through her mind, though her face probably didn’t show it as she sank in the water. Emotionless and motionless, like a rock carelessly tossed into the green-blue sea. Her vision went black, almost as if she had fallen into a dreamless sleep.

The story follows Nora and Daniel through five increasingly doomed attempts to break off their fake engagement, each derailed by: a mother with a casserole, a venue deposit, a newspaper announcement, a hospitalised sister, and ultimately — themselves

She could hear boots behind her as she burst through the door. She tore through the streets, scanning for guards but there were none, this part of town was largely overlooked, overrun by beggars and thieves. The only thing she could think to do was scream. “Hey! He’s killing her! Help! He’s trying to kill me!”

Prologue Oakley is in a strange world. Something really weird is about to happen. And her life is about to change forever.

This story begins with a girl named Oakley. She has a unique life but not everyone knows how bad it is. She acts as if nothing's wrong but that's not the truth. You’ll be the first to find out.

A poem on my childhood love and the outcome of our decisions... It was tough to handle through it and I chose to write a poem to express my feelings, hoping to find comfort.

This is a glimpse to the first chapter of the book I'm currently writing. I'm open to feedback and suggestions. An introduction to the world and the characters. Enjoy!!

Snowy is a girl who seems like she stepped straight out of a royal fairytale. With her graceful elegance and natural charm, she carries herself with effortless poise that draws admiration from everyone around her. Her beauty is soft yet captivating, and her gentle smile holds a magical warmth that makes people feel at ease wherever she goes. To the world, Snowy appears bold, confident, and fiercely independent. She stands firmly for what she believes in, never afraid to speak her mind or follow her heart. But beneath her radiant presence lies a secret she keeps hidden from almost everyone—Snowy is a vampire, immortal and bound to a life far more complex than it seems.

All Prompts are from Pintrest. Just a girl waiting for someone who she's on the verge of giving up on. Hoping that this time will be different.

All prompts are found on Pintrest. A princess is faced with an option and she already knows what/who she will choose.

“The Hidden World of Adult Desires” explores the private and often unspoken nature of human desire, emphasizing that having secret thoughts and curiosities is completely normal. It explains that many people keep these feelings hidden due to fear of judgment, personal boundaries, or difficulty expressing them. The blog highlights the role of imagination in shaping desire and distinguishes between fantasy and reality, noting that not all desires need to be acted upon. It also stresses the importance of open, respectful communication when sharing these feelings with a partner. Ultimately, the piece encourages self-acceptance, balance, and understanding, reminding readers that desire is a natural part of being human and a reflection of our need to connect and explore.

Thank you so much for taking the time out of your day to stop and read, l'll be posting the nest few chapter momentarily

When I was a child, I didn't really understand the difference between boys and girls. Even though I grew up with a brother and sister who were the exact opposite of each other, I never really saw it as a gender thing. After all, both of them played with me, and I was happy to play in whatever way they wanted.

And tehn there was 2 casandra and alyssa mason not here did you notice maybe wait till october to find out why but so far alyssa and casandra are attached by the hip

I’m Will, a college dropout trading a prescribed path for the honesty of a blank page. I write because it’s the only place my thoughts finally make sense, especially the ones about Anna. She’s a blur of blonde hair, horror movies, and baseball, a girl who glows when she talks about the things she loves, even if she doesn’t love me back. This is my attempt to turn that quiet, background ache into something structured and real. I don’t know where the story ends, but I’m finally writing the sentences myself.