Wondering Stories

poems of someone who calls himself Mr. lemon.

short stories and anecdotes

What is it, that encourages curiosity? Who is the beholder of Knowledge? What may the purpose be of such fragility as Life be? By what power are we here? What cause...

This is a blog about me. An Unknown Girl. I am no one special, I don't have a glamorous life. This is just a way for me to get my feelings out. My life isn't always perf...

A collection of short poems I composed and of different subjects, some of which are a replica of my life tales

Poems created by the author! Made during free-time.

Prisoners on a ship about to be eaten by sirens who have to somehow escape for all the crew are dead. Another short tale about if fantasy was replaced by machinery? Here...

What am I searching for?

Suguru has this habit of wondering... wondering about Satoru. [SatoSugu - One Shot] Fanart by: (not found)

Reminisce Series 02 When Mr. Cold guy meets Ms. Jolly, is there a chance that they will get along as good as others? Can you turn your habits into nothing? Or can your...

If you are a fellow daydreamer or just a person who is always thinking more and talking less then you must know what it is like. I am someone like that, and people alway...

Short thoughts and plays on words

𝙒𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳⁱᶻᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵒʳ ᵉˣᵖʳᵉˢˢⁱᵛᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃᵈᵐⁱʳᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᵐᵃᶻᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ. . . . . . . ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴀ ᴇᴄꜱᴛᴀᴛɪᴄ, ꜰᴜɴ ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ɢɪʀʟ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴꜱ, ...

Initially I thought it would be great to write short stories but somehow my mind just couldn't take it and I made it into something else. Now it is something that I writ...

Sadie is a 16 year old who got into a lot of trouble, but then meets the boy of her dreams. For a while everything works out but everything can go south

series of poems of hopelessness, despair, and longly for comfort and wanting to heal. Welcome to the secrets of my soul don't tell anyone, once you read is our secret...

Story of a girl that is tired of life and wondering what was she made for?

I love writing poems. Whenever I feel inspired, I let those words spill out and I write them down. I'm not good at expressing my emotions verbally. However, like music...

Hell is empty Humanity is dead Blood is fuel And yet again...Hell is empty. What purpose could the machine serve if there were no more blood to seek? would it shut itse...

"They hide in the clearances of lonely woods, away from prying human eyes. For they do not like to be seen, but love to plant little blessings of wildflowers wherev...