Confessional Verhalen

"Remember you are dust and to dust you shall return." midnight mass oneshots

'I Hope There's Love in Letting Go'. An original collection of songs by me. ⭐︎

Wish my life had you again. Think I need you more now than I did back then.

Trapped in a perpetual twilight, he navigates a life painted in shades of gray. Each day bleeds into the next, a monotonous record on repeat. Dreams twist into nightmare...

Feelings about our relationship

This is a collection of humorous, semi autobiographical stories, describing misadventures at School, University and early working life. It's a litany of all the silly th...

❝ It's been two, long years, but I wouldn't know it. And the dark of what happened remains unspoken, and I know it doesn't matter to anyone, like you were hoping. ❞ Mer...

My journey with poetry Hope we meet on the other side

A collection of fragments meant for bigger things. Short stories, flash fiction and poems on the ins & outs of life. An exploration of nostalgia, memories and mental hea...

Yesterday, I was just 12. I was just navigating my way to my Seventh Grade classroom, then suddenly, I'm 20. This is my current life. My modern times.

everything i wish i told you but couldn't a very short story about unsaid feelings.

In love's warm embrace he sought solace.

"At those moments, it's as if my brain is swollen because your tempting words infected it. The only way to elude this torment or solve the root of the problem is yo...

alas! even in any other life, i am still cursed and fated to love you

things i wish i could do or say to him <3 REQUESTS ALWAYS OPEN!!! I do anything *except* for smut :) *NO HATE PLEASE!!! I simply go on here to test my poetry skills a...

A collection of short scenes that came out of a recent writing class. Updated weekly. 1. The Mask of Agamemnon: The Ancient Greek hero walks through modern Manhattan on...

a poetry collection that somewhat follows my path into recovery. i'm not saying i'm there yet, or anywhere near 'mentally okay,' but i'm getting closer every day. TW for...

The prison that is my skull.