Wordvomit Stories

svt - tbz | fanfiction oneshots welcome to chaos aka my word vomit/idea outlet. word count :: n-a [ lowercase intended. ] - byyinn, 2022-2024

The stand alone fanfictions that have no chapters 2. Enjoy

a collection of unique poetry fueled by random deep emotions and thoughts that sometimes sound unsettling. eldest thought daughter.

Pokémon Oneshots © ContestshippingSquad This book features all of our writers and their write-ups. We accept all One-shots, and surprise you with some of ours too! Thoug...

unlove me, i dare you ! © 2020 mia ruby jane | all rights reserved. [ a poetry collection ]

renjun is jaemins, and no one can take him from jaemin - renmin - started: 09/05/2018 ended: 09/05/2018

BUT THE GODS CALLED YOU BACK. poetry. ii

Four times war confessed and it all gave him heartbreaks and the Fifth time he did it, he finally got the answer he has been waiting for.

but you see, there is a graveyard in my mouth, filled with words that have died on my lips. © 2020 mia ruby jane | all rights reserved [ a poetry collection ]

my depression is through the fucking roof, christian slater is in his forties and is such a hottie still i'm wide awake i feel very alone everyone's ignoring me this is...

A little walk through the winter forest for Seungmin, what could go wrong?

#35 in English Non Fict (March '17). "Why do I feel like I lost him? He isn't mine to begin with." © Crowdstroia 2016. Image source: pinterest.

Just like how we were forged in the elements that were scattered from the fiery throes of stars, she was molded in the places she has been, people she was with, and expe...

Glory be to God, this little light of mine will write about the amalgamation of thoughts which swirl in my brain.

Just little thoughts, phrases, and word vomit that I had to put somewhere. Maybe someone will relate, maybe not. I don't know if you call this poetry, I call it emotion.

This is going to be a collection of my before bed thoughts. Often times I'll be laying in bed thinking and I'll grab my phone and start typing. All of these thoughts are...

Sometimes, a white paper and and the silence of the night speaks much more than a poem ever can.

Xoxo

I write these at my lows and highs. Sometimes they mean something, sometimes they don't. It's not really poetry, just a jumble of emotions and feelings... We don't talk...

snippets of the life of a girl who never learns when she flies too close to the sun.