Dearreader Stories

Dear Reader,

First place - Elysian Poetry Biweekly Awards Second place - Summer Magic Monthly Poetry Awards ~~~ "Together we're free, running wild in glee, and Beautiful, it's you and me, forever flying full happily." ~~~~~~~~~ooo~~~~~~~~ Life is a journey full of pain, Full of fear and questioning; And it's never ending, never ceasing, But there's hope and belonging when you choose to believe. We all have been beat to the ground, Faced the choice on if to rise once more; And no one is left unscathed from the burdens, Scars and memories they aren't sure they can fight anymore. For every girl and for every boy, For all the souls left in the dark, This is a message for the hurting from the healing; For those on the verge of crumbling to dust. You can find liberty, purpose, meaning, You can find life in a brand new way; Don't give in, open up these pages, And light up your path today. Beautiful, strong, and special, Worthy and deserving of true life; There's a reason to smile, to press on another mile, There's a hope for your future in sight. You may not see it, you may not believe it, But let me show it to you; Read on and discover, these words written to inspire, Because these letters.... Are to you.

(Y/n) is the light of everyone's lives except for her own. She doesn't want to put this on someone who thinks she's just the ray of sunshine she puts on herself everyday, so she gets a diary. She puts all of her thoughts, good or bad, in that diary. It's her little secret happy place. That book is her life and she wants to keep it to herself. She wouldn't know what to do if someone found it... she couldn't handle it. She wants to stay the happy (y/n) for everyone and keep her true self locked away in that diary. True (y/n) will never come out and never be seen... right? Warnings⚠️: suicide and self deprecating talk. If you are sensitive to sad topics I wouldn't really recommend reading this story. All characters except for (y/n) and the plot belong to Kohei Horikoshi.

"The Letters" is a poignant poetry series that explores themes of love, loss, and connection through a collection of heartfelt letters. Each piece captures a unique moment in time, inviting readers to reflect on their own experiences and emotions. Through vivid imagery and evocative language, "The Letters" delves into the complexities of relationships, offering solace and understanding in the written word.

Possibly advice for anyone who may need it, the story of who I am. No chapters, just stories. You should give it a shot, it may help. :)

❝once my act of perfection is over, what am i?❞ ⎯ a collection of my thoughts put into writing. [ lowercase intended. read best in dark mode ]

A "book" on my thoughts about the world I'm living through and how I portray and deal with it. It's not that intriguing, but I wouldn't feel bad if you were to just pass this.

A collection of stuff I wrote about love and other things. Happy reading!! much love, Amarynthe L.

✧.｡. *. ┊┊┊┊ · ° ┊┊┊✯ • * ┊┊☽　　　 * · ┊┊ * ┊✯　　° ° ☽ ╭──────────────────✎ ╰─▗ ▘➤𖥸𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 ❝ 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦.❞ ― In which you can view my opinions of my loves. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 1-800-BEAUTIFULBXTCH (HELLA), idk babe cover by imaginebooks

A hard year, starts now. One entry per week. Names are changed, but other than that it's pretty much acurate. People often say that fiction is just the byproduct of daily life, beefed up and mashed together, like a literary stew. I hope this one is entertaining.

This book is generally full of thoughts and feelings, I typically don't make a storyline considering I aim for emotions rather than the alternative. This book is for you, Reader, meaning feedback is important. I'm trying to start a conversation of sorts, I'd love to hear from you.

Dear Reader, 9/29/30 If everyone was a non-human being, I would be a river. Rivers can change just as fast as my life did a few years ago. Sometimes you are floating along with the breeze, next you'll be tumbling over the roaring rapids. Sometimes I'll be going down a waterfall only to be met with a bottom of spiky rocks. Other rivers may cross paths with me, but eventually they'll be gone again. Nothing ever stays the same. Things will change for the better, but by that time they'll have changed for the worse. When I'm finally happy, things will go down hill again. Everything will be thrown overboard and I'll be left with my tears on the tabletop and a lonely, heavy heart. Love, Writer Eloise Brooks isn't the kind of girl you would expect to write in a diary. But should you even call it that? Maybe she would prefer not. No one knows of her writings and she hopes no one ever will, but when she leaves the journal at a table in a local bar, what else would she be obliged to expect? When Harry finds the journal while visiting a friend, he almost wishes he never did. After reading touching passages, he finds himself searching for the mysterious writer as Eloise searches for the mysterious reader.

December 3, 2017 Dear readers...

Behind every story I write is a real person with a big dream. This is not a chapter of fiction, but a chapter of my heart. I'm a Ugandan storyteller, mother, and dreamer-hoping to bring my words to life through animation and voice. If you've ever connected with my stories, this message is for you. Thank you for reading, believing, and walking this journey with me.

Dear reader, Dude, I need your help. I have attached some letters to the back of this paper. Short stories too!!! I'm on the way to my execution. I think I was shoplifting, or maybe I killed a few people. I don't know. But does it really matter? I may or may not have had too many beers. Not a big deal. But anyway, I'm in my cell, just having my last cup of tea, writing to you. Why you? That is a good question, my dear reader. I honestly don't know. I think they put something in my tea. I should stop drinking it. *takes a sip and clears throat* Anyway, these are just some short (or long, I don't know) letters I wrote in my free time. Which I have alot of. You know, since I'm always in a jail cell and everything. Honestly, you never know what might go into this. No, really. Lately I've been thinking about writing a murder story. (I wonder where that idea came from...) I mean you never know. I don't have a specific time or anything that I'm going to promise to send to you, just whenever I feel like writing something or someone gives me an idea that could be a good story. Anything can go down in here, so imma need you to sign the first paper attached to the letter. Do it and I will give you a cinnamon roll. Wait, no! That's the last one I will ever eat!!! You know what? Take it. I don't like them anyway. *lies* Shut it. Moving on. These are your requirements. ~ Sign the paper. I SAID SIGN THE DAMN PAPER!!!!! ~ Read at least one of my stories and tell me how you feel about it. I don't care, just some feed back. What I have to do better, how awesome I am, whatever. ~ Give me a ride to the insane asylum. No, I have to visit a friend. *lies* Shut it. So now I you permit I on to carry on. Your truly, Legend Sane P.S. My executioner said that the only food to make a person cry is a onion, so I threw a coconut at his face. Ha, your welcome.

a note from an author to their reader. Any comments or critiques are appreciated!

Dear reader, I wish to get to know you. I may be just words on a page, and you may not be interested, but please. I am so very lonely here. There is no one else to talk to but you. Would you care to sit down and enjoy my company?