Spilling Stories

"Oh little siren, charmer of the seas with voices of elegance sailers, you please the scepter of beautiful songs you shall wield listening to your euphony my heart...

a lonely Saturday conversation on the wrong side of the yellow bedroom curtains. ... || Wattys Winner 2018 ||

𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬; 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲𝐫𝐞𝐝

These are the verses written in quiet rooms and aching hours - a story told through petals that wilted, scars that stayed, and the ink that made sense of it all.

Just some thoughts and poems and things that spill freely from the techno-coloured abyss of my mind. Enjoy...

Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs are proud to present Amelia Decker, a muggle-born witch that Mrs.Black would most definitely NOT allow her first born son, Si...

I longed for something that I could not have. | lower case intended. © melcholune. | do not plagarise. | 2021. #2 in poetry ╱ 07102021 #9 in writings...

Seventeen had awoken trapped in an abandoned building, a collar attached to their necks and everyone's memories are fuzzy. "It's like they say, it's kill or be kill...

These are my one shots and series of Misha Collins from my Tumblr. Some contain smut others are just fluff or gory. I hope y'all enjoy!! You can make requests or suggest...

Things that I think that I doubt I'll ever get the courage to say to the people I want to know. I'm sorry, this seems foolish, but I don't really care what it looks like...

- A Rant book in which an author complains about their life and writes small stories. -

Poetry

Cleaner version of my "carrot" poems and my new poems. Possibly other cringeworthy creative works. Maybe a few memoirs? Enjoy! Most come from my journal. R...

Once upon a time Savannah loved a young man. But, pressure to break up and life pulled them apart. Now, six years later Savannah is forced to interact with her ex and lo...

A collection of poetry about one of my friends who I like a little too much

me writing this after i relapsed ? you bet :))

i named this poem after a god, come at me guys. hope ya'll like it

A collection of thoughts and feelings that were never said or expressed. A deep sigh that was never died.

Where they bumped into each other and she spilled coffee on him. ♫ ♫ ♫ Copyright © 2015 zayum-mayy (-mayyy) All rights reserved

hope you all enjoy this one. x Rushed it a bit though