A collection of 206 poems, one for every bone in the body.

Comments welcomed! :)

A miscellaneous collection of short stories.

All of my contest entries I have done for various competitions across Penana.

Each will be an issue on thier own, with awards won.

We fell apart,

Like fallen leaves in October,

Even though we were from the same branch,

Our foolish promises and words spoken at whims couldn't anchor us to the tree,

So we flew apart with low blow of wind,

Now that I think,

Perhaps it was foolish of us,

To give our hearts to someone unknown,

But now so deep in love,

I wonder if we can call it a mistake,

Even though it only lasted for a season,

Perhaps it could sum up our lives.

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My first poetry collection.

Some of the poems here are free verses.

I hope you like it. Thank you kind stranger or friend for reading!

Hey Decemberis a poignant meditation on memory, homecoming, and the bittersweet passage of time, framed through the quiet reflections of the year's final month. This collection captures the essence of December—not just as a season, but as a metaphor for nostalgia, change, and the longing for something both familiar and fleeting.

Through evocative verses, the poems trace a journey from the innocence of childhood Decembers, where snowfall, traditions, and warmth filled the air, to the complexities of adulthood, where the past becomes a distant echo. As time carries us forward, away from familiar comforts and towards uncertain horizons, Hey Decembercontemplates the meaning of home, the weight of distance, and the sacrifices made in pursuit of dreams.

More than a collection of seasonal musings, Hey Decemberexplores the transient nature of happiness, the search for belonging, and the quiet beauty of rediscovery. It is an introspective journey through time’s impermanence, offering a gentle reminder that even as the world changes, some things—memories, love, and longing—remain.

This is my collection of writing over the years! I will add to this frequently (probably) so make sure to check back! :)

-My stories may contain triggers please be advised-

Enjoy a collection of short stories covering all flavours of speculative fiction.

A series of creative short stories/one-shots that might or might not have any plot whatsoever - in other words, its just a lot of random stuff but at least it make sense...

I will be creating stories that I made using the Writing Prompts that I find (or generate through ChatGPT, can you blame me for that?) and upload here.

All readers are welcome to give out their ideas, suggestions, or even your own prompt for me to write.

Happy Reading!- AquaDynaDan12 (Aqua/Dani)

A collection for the future Wuthering Waves Fanfiction I will make KYAAAAAAAA \\>_<//.

Everyone in Wuthering Waves is so likeable!

> Will accept any ideas regarding Wuthering Waves and I will consider it!

> This fanfiction's limit is the entire Wuthering Waves World. I really like how their world building is open for a rich and lively world (Though it is apocalyptic)

> Unlike my Bubble Box, this collection will only contain Wuthering Waves content and my craziness for this game.

A collection of the lyrics I wrote. Lyrics about everything that matters to me. About everything that I yearn for desperately.

If Pandora’s Box is full of evil, then mine shall be full of marvels! Phantasia’s Bubble box is a collection of my stocked story ideas both new and old. Some of these may be referenced from shows, or games. While some are perfectly original (though I know that not everything is original. But the word ‘perfect’ is simple perfect <3).

But why the word Bubble? Well, I see stories like bubbles. They are fragile and fleeting–ephemeral, plus they are beautiful to look at with their rainbow colors. Despite not every story is objectively beautiful, but to me every story is just as beautiful as having to physically experience something.

They might as well be a way for us to practice putting ourselves in others’ shoes (minus the books that are used for imparting knowledge. Those books are for analytically inclined individuals to enjoy).

From the stars high above, a constellation of poems formed from the sensational feelings and thoughts.