Firstpost Stories

Have you ever looked at a glistening lake, and wondered what secrets hide behind the curtain of water and swaying kelp? Have you ever wondered if there were creatures swimming quietly as shadows beneath the water? This is a small poem I wrote about a magical creature that fascinates me. I hope you enjoy!

Haircuts are a first for everyone, but it really means something when you are fifteen.

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...

For Kazuha, nothing can best the feeling of home, of old times with his friend.

@ any random timeframe in a human's life, they will be referred to as - Lazy. From knowing someone lazy, or witnessing the fruits of laziness. This collection of poems is a first attempt at stabbing this poet's old shadowy friends, complacence & fear - the cousins of lazy. Years of planning. Hours of chasing perfection. No real outcomes, just hallways of what maybes & letters. That tide is changing and the hallways are currently being sweep. The stars picked from the cutting room floor one @ a time. This random selection of poems is that poet's broomstick. comment.indulge.enjoy

Hey Y'all, so this is my first ever short story collection and post on WattPad. I really cannot fathom how people let themselves be vulnerable on a platform like this. Welp. Hope you guys enjoy my writing and what I've created.

Spencer, a 17 year old boy from the small town of Stonebridge lives a pretty much perfect life. He's on the basketball team with his best friend Thomas, his mom is a lawyer, and he's dating the captain of the cheerleading squad. Everything seems perfect as Spencer begins his senior year. But only a few weeks in tragedy strikes, and a terrible incident destroys everything in Spencer's life that was once perfect. So, you heard about his death huh? And you think I did it. Just like everybody else. I don't know what evidence they think they have on me, but I'm innocent. I know that I've gotten into trouble before, but going from shoplifting from the stop and steal, sorry, stop and shop, to murder? That sounds a bit far fetched to me. You wanna know what really happened that night? The actual, honest, whole truth? Well then read on. I bet the ending will surprise you.

my thoughts on life and it's only in english! too bad!

This story Is about a girl who always believed and Loved people! (Read for more!)

it's all so uncertain isn't it? looking and someone and wondering, will their stars ever align with yours ? poor thing,only time can tell.

I want to start writing and developing short stories. So, whilst this post is probably more aptly described as a diary entry, sent out to the void of the internet, on a blog with zero followers and probably never read by anyone other than myself, this is how i'm getting started. With a lingering headache, a cup of coffee at 7pm, and a cat asleep on my feet.

Poem about a mistreated girl.

A confused teenager going through a rough time. Making mistakes and loosing friends. A series of events occur which make her turn to bad habits.

My first publication :p

(I never finished this but imma just make it my first post because yes) this is a unfinished TSaMs infection au thing so no characters are mine

ok so this is my first story which will only have like 1 chapter and how I love him and when I first saw him in a movie and it's just an introduction to me 🥰

Nobody knows who started the tradition of losing things, but it's a long-standing one. For some, it is taken in stride. Others do their best to avoid it. Many risk it - at a certain price, of course. What are you willing to lose? #JustWriteIt #OnceUponNow

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Albedo x Aether smutty fanfic because I needed to get this out of my head. This is like my first time writing a Fanfic so I hope you enjoy.