Firstpost Stories

The city belongs to the mafia, and morality is considered a weakness. A young assasin was never supposed to question the system, but they do. In a world ruled by power, hesitation can bring on fatal conseqences.

A oneshot for my beautiful king's bday 😹✌️ rip first post on this acc rip anywaayss.. --- Chuuya spent years trying to convince himself he was human. Between the cold porcelain voids of his nightmares and the jagged pain in his chest, the doubt is almost enough to swallow him whole. Luckily, he has a dramatically bandaged nuisance lof a husband to remind him he is very much real. --- hope you'll enjoy!

This is my very first post ever.

A very short story following a couple using colour psychology and colours to tell their tale. I hope to add to it so any feedback would be awesome

Creating an account here reminded me of the time I joined my first job in an esteem automobile industry. New World, New Experience, New Me. "How did you make it?" "They've really lost their mind!" "You have entered the wrong place" ...were the beautiful welcome lines I got to hear the very first day. My all-time flummoxed face and my minority were bad enough, and they still got another reason to hate me...I was the highest-paid employee. Patience and hope were my only friends, and initiating any conversation would be met by walk-out. After a reasonable amount of efforts, I even stopped trying. "Can you write an email?" ...was the first sentence I heard after weeks of ignorance from one of my senior colleagues. I got excited as I was just proposed for marriage and agreed immediately. Drafting that email selflessly maybe brought some perspective to them, but for me, I was just doing my Job. By the time I pressed "Send", I knew few names of them, I never knew before. Days passed, more emails, more help, more conversations. It was not that they can't write it themselves. But it was now a custom that whatever 'writing' had to be done, will be done by me. (Coz they knew my passion for it) Today, I am one of the most loved employees in my company. Not because I am good at writing, but because they had a very negative and false image of me in their mind, which eventually changed. Time is the ultimate medicine for mental healing.

when everything seems so gloomy, in those moments of doubt, pain, loneliness, sadness, is when we can just breath, open our eyes and just think. i wrote this poem when i felt that way, there is a lot of work in progress, a lot of emotions here ... So, in the moment when everything falls apart is when i just disappear, find myself and breath in peace, and here is why ... i hope you like it and i hope you can enjoy it. sorry for the shitty cover.

I'm emo trash. I love anime. I'm know to day my hair crazy colors (not much anymore though). I'm shy irl, but let's be internet friends!

a poem I decided to make using texts I've sent

Hey, look! It's my first song that I've posted! Coolio!!! It's pretty short... But means a lot to me. There's plenty more to come! If ya like it, feel free to share it with your friends!!

IDK!!You will have to read to find outttt~ btw things will be PG!! Don't judge, I'm not old enough to understand certain things

On a cold evening of December, a stranger asks another stranger for a lift. And everything changes...

I am bored so I am going to post random quotes and puns I have stolen....

as three friends grow up in the small town that they call home they soon realise that something wrong with there town

I am an unsolvable paradox with a dry sense of humour! Check out my first post to know more about my OCD driven yet lazy overachieving self. Let's address uncomfortable and thought provoking conundrums shall we?

hello, this is my very first post. it's about someone's imagination, and their love interest.

You know those days when you doubt your ability to do something you thought you were atleast "good" at... Someone who thought I could do a ghostwriter's job for him had asked me to help him write something on two topics and I'd agreed after a little hesitation. You're probably wondering why I hesitated, I felt the things I write/wrote for myself at my convenience aren't/weren't good enough, let alone that which would be given out to someone and in future, be relayed, for a large crowd to witness... That feeling of not being enough haunted me for two days. I even asked for help but I couldn't bring myself to write something convincing and in my restless situation, and very disturbing and unsure thoughts, I was stuck between trying to impress and proving myself worthy....(whatever it was, I felt pressurized.) So, I thought about people, social media friends whom I deemed fit or worthy to help with their opinions, but only one person had come to mind. In a bid to send my "carefully composed message" to him, I sent it to the same person who'd asked me for help. You wouldn't imagine the kind of shame that befell me. He didn't make it easy as he replied the message with a "shocked" emoticon. At that point, I started giving explanations and answers to questions I wasn't asked. "Embarrassment" was the least of what I felt. As I was regaining consciousness, because I already fainted a thousand times, the inspiration on what to write began taking form in my head. The end part being, I still delivered and it was from me and he liked it. I noticed, I never really tried, I was so scared of disappointing that I had to depend on others. Most times, we get scared of things that may never surface, therefore suffocating the things that are. The whole time, the ideas were in me, but if you don't try, you'll never really know...and like simi, "I'll do better but I'll never be somebody else" it has always been in me...what you seek outside lies within, most times...

Delirium is a short story. A story for a curious reader.