I fell in love with words at an early age. I liked the way that danced in my head, how a words could be beautiful, ugly, terrifying and liberating. Thus, unsurprisingly, I was very young when I penned down my first story. It was a mix of everything I liked, an overload of excitement, and not meant to be read by anyone. For years that would continue, I would write stories, poems, thoughts and I wouldn't want a soul to read them. Not only because, to be quite frank, they were terrible and overly dramatic, but perhaps also because what a story tells is sometimes too sensitive, too personal. I'm not saying my writing no is not terrible or overly dramatic, but I am saying I'm willing to share some bits of it now. And my only hope is that it brings you something new; be it a new sense of comfort, a new side of yourself or simply a new thought - small or big - that would be my greatest reward.
  • JoinedMay 12, 2024



Stories by wordsfromtom
I heard death singing by wordsfromtom
I heard death singing
An endless, echoing cave. A stairwell that seems to go on forever. Darkness, except for weak moonlight. A boy...
A fallen emperor crowns a King by wordsfromtom
A fallen emperor crowns a King
Don't let the cover scare you off, these pages contain nothing sweet... What if feeling is too painful? But n...
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