Spilling Stories

What would a famous vigilante and a hero in training friend do when they are not supposed to see each other? Well text right? HAHAHA joke on you! Izuku as a vigilante al...

she shed thoughts of madness and words she failed to express.

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

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...

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...

a collection of my writing. #27 poetry (09/16/15)

A series of letters and poems hidden between the folds of wishful paper cranes.

"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...

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...

Yeah enjoy chaotic weirdos!

a killer is on the lose, but this killer leaves his victims behind, but keeps their guts. little boy mark sets off to find the killer, but will his mission succeed, or l...

Tuttle Town would appear to be no more than a nice town from the outside- it had a nice modern homes, advanced schools and prestigious academies, friendly residents, eye...

Brand new, and on-brand ranting and an inside look on everything that goes on in my mind.

Here are a series of poems, spilled inks, and quotes that I've written.

#5

There is a fire in your blood, my dear,—not even a thousand kisses deep could extinguish. One caress of golden flames will scorched the prints of many a frostbitten futu...