Thoughts Stories

An everlasting collection of my abstract thoughts.

'I will marry' Yeah finally the asshole had something to say, he kept my sister waiting for ages. He better treat her very well or else I'd be their little honeymoon package and I'd show him all of my karate skills. 'But I'll marry you' He pointed his finger at me, the hell was he talking about? I almost chuckled thinking it's a joke but everyone else just stood as if there was nothing that could be said against it. 'W_hat?' My sister said almost breaking. The asshole made my sister cry???????? 'Am sorry I can't marry you I am more attracted to your little sister' I almost jumped to him, until I heard my sister crying while she left the room. I was about to run after her but I stood in front of the so called husband, 'Fuck you' that was all I could say.

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When I decided to rage the Holy War, it looked very much like staring at my bedroom floor MISC BOOK / Random Cover by @diaItragedy

No year is a perfect year. Some days will be written properly. Some days will be messy. Some days might be missing. This is just a person, going through a year, trying, failing, resting, hoping, and writing when it feels right. If you're here, you're welcome to stay ❤️

𝟓×𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 An assortment of poems. From personal experiences and miscellaneous musings to feelings that have long lingered in me, this book contains poems inspired by whatever comes to my mind. ❝ 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴? 𝘓𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 - 𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦. ❞ 𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝒀 @𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 ("Narrative Poetry" & "Free Verse") - 14/4/2025 & 31/7/2024 @𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐬 ("Shorts & Poems") - 14/4/2025 @𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 ("Poetic Marvels") - 1/4/2022 @𝐂𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 ("Cappuccino") - 6/4/2022 𝑨𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑫𝑺 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 - The Blossom Awards, 2023 𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 - The Borderverse Awards, 2022 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 - #𝟏𝟗 𝐢𝐧 #𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲

These are just some random ideas I get once in a while. so basically just food for thought. ;D ps, please vote and comment on chapters you like

This journal is a collection of reflections, each capturing a distinct perspective of the writer's inner world. This section, in particular, turns its gaze toward her dreams-those fleeting visions that dwell between reality and reverie. Here, dreams are embodied by the poppy flower: a symbol of beauty and transience, blooming gently within the quiet garden of the mind.

This is a collection of poems that I wrote, because poetry is another form of my rest from the very exhausting, heartbreaking, and stressful reality. So, why not give this book a shot and share me your thoughts!!! 01/03/24 Book cover by Monzski

ဇာတ်လမ်းတစ်ပုဒ် မဟုတ်ပါဘူး။ ဒီအတိုင်း ကျွန်မ စိတ်ကူးပေါက်ရာလေးတွေ၊ ကိုယ်နှစ်သက်တဲ့ သီချင်း၊ စာအုပ်နဲ့ ရုပ်ရှင်တွေအကြောင်း၊ ပြီးတော့... တစ်ခါတလေမှ တွေးမိတတ်တဲ့ ခေါင်းစဉ်မဲ့အတွေးစလေးတွေကို ပေါ့ပေါ့ပါးပါး ချရေးသွားမယ့် နေရာလေးတစ်ခုပါ။ ​စာဖတ်သူတို့နဲ့ ပိုပြီးရင်းနှီးချင်လို့ ဖန်တီးထားတာမို့ အေးအေးလူလူပဲ ဖတ်ပေးကြပါဦးရှင်။

poetry :))))) ( but I suck mb g)

In early 2008, I lost a thought I had and try as I might, I could not find it anywhere! I was determined that it would never happen to me again so I started recording my thoughts as soon as possible. I have since created a Microsoft Access database to record my thoughts. As of today, April 02, 2026, I have 3,068 thoughts in my database.

Grief is like the waves on the shore that always go and come back around as they please during your calm days. Everyone has experienced grief at least once in their life, and how do I cope with the loss I never expected? I write eulogies in my Griefyard.

Here you'll find the raw ideas, unfinished drafts, and random sparks that might one day become full stories as well my entire GIF colection. Expect crossover chaos, future fanfic teasers, and behind-the-scenes thoughts about my writing process. 🖤 Some of these might never see the light of day... others might be my next big project. Either way - welcome to my mind. ─── © Ix_Moon 2026

Ever wondered what it is like to ponder on impossible thoughts almost no one gets? That's a blessing and a curse. Something you possess can only be your weakness until you weaponize it. An empty brain is not the Devil's abode, for Devil was once the smartest angel. It takes brain to play tactful. Not an empty skull. "Everything has a meaning. But not everyone is sharp enough to see it." This is a poetry collection fueled by my unique thoughts on things most poeple miss. I'm not extraordinary. Just an individual who harbours and nurtures her somewhat different perception. If you enjoy cracking codes, or giving theories, then, this is the place for you. All theories are welcome as long as they are respectful. I'll post poetry with hints or clues towards the end. You guys can play detectives. The ones to crack the code, recieve a shoutout along with my loyal readers. Polite or constructive criticism is welcome as long as it's valid. I love improving. Hope you enjoy this journey of intellectual engagement. ♡♡♡

the name says it all also, there might be some chapters with smut. those will be marked by emojis. the rest are clean and okay for readers of all ages!

A collection of journals written in the quietest hours, during the loudest cries no one ever hears. Bleeding ink flows from her heart, engraving pain with every stroke on the page. Page after page is marked with stained tears, a signature of unbearable sorrow. Every fragment of memory is preserved, never forgotten. For Bloom and Apollo Luvient

A spoken-word series about boys growing into expectations, fathers passing down truths, and the strange silence that lives at 30,000 feet. This flight is only just beginning.

A collection of poems inspired by the words that swirled corybantically within my mind, though I could never quite say them aloud. I have always believed that, as a writer, I do not cry, but bleed on paper. These poems are traces of that bleeding-of love, grief, doubt, beauty and all that lingers in between. If these words resonate, then they have done what they were meant to do.

The grabber may be gone, but his story isn't over.