High above the spinning world, the stars watched a boy with a heart that kept throwing its own echo around an empty room. He lived in a small seaside town where the waves tried to applaud him into happiness, but he only smiled halfway. He was gentle in the quiet way some souls are, the sort who held kindness like a lantern behind his ribs. At night, he would sit beneath the sky and stare up, whispering a single small wish: “I just want someone to understand me.” The stars leaned closer. Some of them flickered in worry, others hummed in the old language only the night knows. They saw a loneliness that shouldn’t have belonged to someone so soft. On the other side of the planet, where morning and night traded places like bashful dance partners, there lived a girl who felt her own heart pacing circles inside her. She worked, she tried, she showed her bright smile to the world, but by evening that smile folded into something frail. She would lie across her bed, staring up through her window, feeling like she was knocking on a door no one ever opened. She whispered too: “I wish someone would see me.” And the stars, scattered but united, felt it like a tug on their ancient stitching. Two lonely sparks. Two imploring voices. Two hearts glowing the same soft color. If they had hands, they would have nudged continents aside. If they had breath, they would’ve blown the winds into shapes that carried names. But starlight can only guide, never shove. So they watched. And waited. And hoped. Years slid by with the lazy confidence of drifting clouds. The boy grew taller, steadier. The girl grew braver, brighter. They stumbled through their own storms, learned the type of strength that comes from patching yourself up with trembling fingers. And every night, no matter where life pulled them, they still whispered to the sky in that small, yearning way. The stars listened as faithfully as guardians. Then, one evening, the sky stretched across the world like a great knitted shawl, stitching time zones together. A cluster of stars shimmered with a peculiar excitement. A cosmic bell rang in the darkness. The boy, now older, wandered into a new café in a city far from his seaside home. He was tired, thoughtful, simply following a tug in his chest he couldn’t explain. The girl, now steadier in her own skin, stepped into the same café because something in the air called her in, as if the night itself took her by the hand. They reached for the same menu. Fingers brushed. Eyes lifted. Worlds collided in a quiet, aching hush. The stars nearly burst with their own glow. Here they were. Two lonely lights finally noticing the glow in each other. And as the pair sat together, conversation blooming between them like shy spring flowers, the stars whispered across the velvet dark: We did it. At last, they found their way. And from that night forward, every time the stars shone down on them, the glitter looked a little brighter, as if celebrating two souls who had finally wandered into each other’s orbit, exactly as they were always meant to. After all stars do see everything.

The sea had carried me for ages, or so it felt. I drifted like a message in a bottle no one ever opened, salt crusting my hope, moonlight scribbling its quiet notes across my skin. I waited in that wide blue nowhere, a small heartbeat in a cathedral of tides. Some nights the waves sang lullabies with crooked voices, and other nights they tugged at me like old regrets. I learned to whisper to the stars just to stay brave. Then you appeared. Not as a thunderclap or a heroic ship slicing the horizon, but as a lantern glow moving toward me, soft as dawn stretching her fingers across a sleepy sky. Your light made the ocean unclench for the first time. You didn’t rescue me with ropes or grand gestures. You simply reached out and let me know I had finally been seen. The sea, startled, loosened its grip and let my tired spirit rise like a gull catching an updraft. And there, in the hush between two waves, I realized love is not a lighthouse shouting for attention but the quiet warmth of someone who finds you exactly where you thought you’d disappear. You found me just when I feared I’d become part of the deep. And now my heart sails with a wind it trusts, carrying your name like a compass that finally points home.

Hi, my name is Goldilocks, what people don't know is that I am a little. I was on a walk one day and saw my neighbors, the bears leave their house and not lock the doors. I have always been curious on what their house looked like. After looking to see if anyone was watching, I went in the house. As soon as I walked in, a saw three pairs of slippers by the door. As you know one was big, was was medium and one was "just right". So I took off my shoes and put on the little slippers, there were a bear slipper,giggle. I walked into the kitchen following the delicious smell from it. They had a table in the corner of the kitchen with three bowls on it. It was a porridge/oatmeal meal I have never seen before. The large bowl was to hot, the medium bowl was to cold. But guess what, the little bowl was "just right", I ate all of it.(giggle) The mama bear really knows how to cook, I got a little sleepy after eating, but still wanted to explore the house. I went into living room, and yes, there were three chairs. Not just any chairs, La-Z-By chairs with massage options and heated also. The big chair was to big to get into, the mama chair was to cushiony, I couldn't get comfy. Butttt, the little chair was just right for me. I sat for a bit looking around the living room, there was a big tv and books in the wall on shelves. I decided to try and jump on the little chair. Opps, I jumped to hard and broke it. All that jumping made me sleepy, I decide to go upstairs and look in the bedrooms. There were 3 rooms and a study upstairs. The first room must have been the study room, a lot of boring books by the bed, which must have had a board under the mattress. The second room had knitting and crochet stuff in it. It felt peaceful, but the bed felt like a marshmallow. to soft. So, I went to the last room, it had toys all over, and coloring books and stuffed babies, picture books and big books to have someone read to the baby. I didn't know where to look first, but then, i saw the bed. The bed was on the floor with safety rails on it. I went and sat on it, it was so comfortable. I laid down, the next thing I remember was yelling and crying. I jumped out of the bed and snuck out, I hope they did not know it was me!

Hi, I am Jennifer, I am always making up stories in my head. I am not good at writing what I imagine and hope this group will help me.

I am always making up stories in my head. Some are fairy tales and some are drama/reverse harem.

Felt kind of nostalgic and melancholic tonight so I made this poem. (Actually I don't even know if this is a poem😭I don't know what it qualifies as. ) Tomorrow is another day, Then another day, and another day, Mundane days pass by just like my mundane feelings do, So I prefer to live in the past where I can choose the days I visit. Days where feelings bloomed and where I turned into something else, Maybe not something mundane, Something like a fairy, Soaring high... But when I blink my eyes, I'm down on the ground. Part 2: I go through my memories in the past, I revisit those colorful, happy feelings again. But when I blink my eyes and the memory fades, I'm back in the present where it is just another day. Metaphorical(-er) version: Days stack like teacups, all painted the same pale hue. But in my memory’s garden, I sip from rose-colored cups, my wings catching the sun.

Thanks for the feedback this is just one of my ideas that I'm messing around with but I'll let u know if I continue it

i found some parts interesting and i wanted to share my thoughts this story includes a lot of worldbuilding aspects and also some plot twists. this gives the reader an understanding of most things that are happening, but in my opinion it can be overdone. we're told a lot of things right off the bat - that her soul is special, that both of those guys are her fated alphas, actually we know a LOT about these guys even if we just met them. on the other hand, i was left feeling curious about the non-shifter thing, seeing as there's a lot of discrimination but we don't know why yet. i'm also not familiar with the concept so i was curious to learn what it was. that sense of curiosity or mystery does a lot to make a story interesting! it's what drives the feeling of "i need to know what happens next". when you already know so much, not a lot of questions are left unanswered for the next chapters. i have to say, i reallyyy loved this description: it paints such a suggestive image. the building wasn't described in detail but i was still able to visualize it in my head, i felt like i was there! i was genuinely impressed by it!!! this one is cool too: i really, really like the way you describe places. i like what you choose to focus on, they're all things that contribute greatly to the vibe. imposing stone, wolf sculptures, casting shadows, fading day light, all make me think "intimidating, dark" and even "oppressive", but intricate makes me think "elegant". fancy sparkly chandeliers make me think "rich, elegant, extra". you have potential, i would love to read more of this!! stopping to describe the environment can do wonders for immersion. it lets the reader feel like they're part of the story, like they're seeing things through the characters' eyes. as such it can also give them an idea of how the character sees the world. so instead of directly telling us something, you have the option of showing it through descriptions. you might have heard of "show, don't tell" which can be a very powerful tool, and you seem to have a knack for it. i think it would be cool if it was used more! at the same time descriptions help with pacing. it allows the reader to sit down for a moment and get a break from new plot elements, so they can reflect on what they already know and process any new information. also just a personal thing: i'm a sucker for banter. it's your story so no godmodding but in my heart i hope these three bicker as often as possible. this one was my favorite:

Wolfblood Academy Caterina stood at the entrance of Wolfblood Academy, her eyes fixed on the sprawling campus before her. The imposing stone façade and intricately carved wolves seemed to loom over her, casting long shadows in the fading light of day. As an Omega and a non-shifter with a natural affinity for Geomancy, she felt a mix of excitement and trepidation about starting her journey at this prestigious school. The earthy scent of the surrounding grounds seemed to calm her nerves, though she didn't know why. As she consulted the map in her hand, trying to make sense of the labyrinthine corridors and buildings, Caterina's anxiety began to simmer just below the surface. She spotted two figures approaching her, both wearing the distinctive Wolfblood Academy uniforms. The suits were a deep, rich blue with subtle purple undertones, and the fabric seemed to shimmer and sparkle in the fading light. Aylmer, with his deep dark red hair and mismatched eyes, seemed to blaze with an inner intensity, his Pyromancy affinity evident in the subtle flickers of warmth around him. Luan, with his dark hair and piercing green eyes, exuded a quiet, reserved strength, his Spiritmancy abilities hinted at by the faint aura of mystique surrounding him. "Hey, you look a bit lost," Aylmer said, flashing a charming smile. "I'm Aylmer Valkor, and this is Luan Kaelin. We're new here too, just like you, it seems. We're trying to figure out our class schedule, and it's a bit of a mess." Luan nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we're still getting used to the layout of the campus. Would you like to join us and try to find our classes together?" Catrina nodded, her anxiety still evident just below the surface, and she gave a hesitant smile. "Um, if you don't mind, that would be great," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She didn't know why, but she felt a strange sense of comfort around them. As they walked into the academy, Aylmer said, "So, where do we think the auditorium is? We need to attend the opening ceremony before classes." Luan unfolded the school map and studied it for a moment before responding, "According to the map, it's straight ahead in the ballroom. Not the auditorium, though." Aylmer grinned mischievously. "Oh, come on, Luan, you're not going to let a little thing like accuracy get in the way of adventure? I swear, you're more rigid than your Spiritmancy shields." Luan rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "Someone has to keep you from getting lost, Aylmer. Besides, it's not about being rigid, it's about being prepared." Catrina chuckled at their banter, feeling a sense of ease with these two Alphas she'd never experienced before. Aylmer turned to her and said, "See, Luan's just mad because I won the bet on who could navigate the academy maze faster in preschool." Luan snorted. "That was a fluke, and you know it." As they continued walking, Catrina's gaze drifted to the other students, and her smile faltered. Some of them were whispering and pointing, their eyes lingering on her with a mixture of curiosity and disdain. She felt a familiar pang of sadness and frustration. In their world, it was easy to tell who was a non-shifter, and it seemed like everyone else knew she was one. Catrina's eyes dropped to the floor, and she quickened her pace, trying to shake off the feeling of being an outcast. Luan and Aylmer exchanged a glance, their expressions softening in concern. Luan subtly reached out with his Spiritmancy, sensing the essence of Catrina's soul. He saw a sliver of black creeping into her vibrant purple aura, and his eyes widened in concern. Purple souls were rare and rumored to hold immense potential, but the black tendrils signified hope slipping away. He gripped Aylmer's shoulder, and the other Alpha stopped. "Her soul," Luan whispered, "there are pieces of black slipping in." Aylmer's expression turned thoughtful, and he nodded. "Yeah, it's probably because of the other students. They were whispering and pointing. They know she's a non-shifter." Aylmer's gaze lingered on Catrina before he turned to Luan. "But my question is, did you feel what I did when we saw her for the first time?" Luan nodded, his eyes locked on Catrina's profile. "Yes. She's my mate. I take it by your question that she's yours too?" Aylmer nodded, a soft smile spreading across his face. Aylmer and Luan caught up to Catrina, and Aylmer said with a charming smile, "So, Catrina, Luan and I decided we should stick together. You know, since we're three lost freshmen and all." Catrina stared at them hesitantly, her eyes darting between the two Alphas. "Are you sure?" she asked, looking away. "I mean, you guys know I'm a non-shifter, and I know who you are – two of the most powerful freshmen in the school. Why would you want me to be your friend?" Luan's grin was warm and genuine. "Because you're interesting." Catrina crossed her arms, her expression skeptical. "I'm hardly interesting, and that's not a reason." Aylmer's grin didn't falter. "Well, it's our reason, and you'll have to accept it. Now, come on, or we'll be late." Before Catrina could protest further, Aylmer and Luan each took one of her hands, pulling her along. For the first time ever, she didn't flinch at someone's touch. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise as she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She had always been wary of physical contact, but with Aylmer and Luan, it felt...different. She glanced at them, her eyes meeting theirs, and for a moment, she felt like she was drowning in their gaze. Aylmer's eyes sparkled with amusement, while Luan's were warm and genuine. Catrina's heart skipped a beat as she felt a flutter in her chest. She looked away, trying to compose herself, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that she was in over her head. As they walked towards the ballroom, Aylmer and Luan flanking her on either side, Catrina felt a sense of trepidation wash over her. She wasn't sure if she was ready to be tied to these two Alphas, no matter how charming they seemed. Aylmer's eyes sparkled with amusement as he glanced at her, and Luan's expression was warm and encouraging. But Catrina wasn't fooled. She knew the dangers that lurked in the shadows of Wolfblood Academy, and she wasn't about to let her guard down. "Fine, I'll join you for now," she said, her voice laced with a hint of warning. "But I'm warning you, I know how to fight." Her eyes narrowed slightly as she gazed up at Aylmer and Luan. "Don't think for a second that just because I'm a non-shifter, I'm helpless." Aylmer's grin spread wide across his face. "Is that a threat or a promise?" he asked, his voice low and teasing. Luan chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Catrina's expression didn't change, but a small smile played on her lips. "You can take it however you want," she said, her voice dry. "Just don't say I didn't warn you." As they entered the ballroom, the sound of murmured conversations and the rustle of uniforms filled the air. Catrina felt a sense of unease wash over her, but with Aylmer and Luan by her side, she felt a strange sense of comfort. Maybe, just maybe, this wouldn't be so bad after all. Aylmer leaned in, his voice low and conspiratorial. "I think we're going to get along just fine, Catrina." Luan nodded in agreement, his eyes never leaving hers. Catrina raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. "We'll see about that," she said, her voice laced with amusement. The three of them walked towards their seats, the tension between them palpable, but also strangely exhilarating. As they sat down, Catrina looked at the grand ballroom they were in, its chandeliers refracting light into a kaleidoscope of colors. Everyone took their seats, the air thick with anticipation. On the podium, the staff and Headmaster stood, their faces stern but expectant. The Headmaster cleared his throat, his voice booming through the room. "Welcome, freshmen. You'll be assigned dorms based on which stone you pick. Each dorm building has four floors, one for each year. The dorms are coed." A few students snickered, exchanging knowing glances. The Headmaster's expression turned stern, his voice firm. "As I was saying, they're coed because you're all mature adults in the making. And I'll add: anyone caught breaking any rules will be sent to the Lykospho for life." The snickering students fell silent, their faces pale. Catrina shivered at the mention of the Lykospho, a sense of unease settling in her stomach. She felt a surge of gratitude for memorizing the rule book, determined not to end up in that place. Luan and Aylmer noticed her shiver, their eyes flicking to hers, but they didn't say anything. The Headmaster continued, his voice unwavering. "Now, you're all here for the next part of your journey to master your abilities and become productive members of society. But make no mistake, some of you don't belong here. Some of you can't even shift. And it's the non-shifters you must watch out for. They can't be trusted." His gaze swept the room, his eyes lingering on Catrina. "Which is why no non-shifter has ever graduated. Most drop out or...face consequences." Catrina's face pinched, her eyes flashing with anger as the Headmaster's words cut deep. She gave everyone who stared a death glare, her jaw clenched in a silent growl. Luan and Aylmer exchanged a look, their expressions darkening as they struggled to contain their anger. The Headmaster's voice remained steady. "And now, the stone-choosing ceremony. There are two dorms: Solaris and Lunanos. You get one chance to pick a stone, and that will determine your home for the next few years. Now, line up." The room erupted into a flurry of movement as students began to form a line, their eyes fixed on the stones laid out on a nearby table. Catrina stood, her heart racing with anticipation and anxiety. What would her stone choose? And what lay ahead in the dorms? The Headmaster gestured to a mysterious box with a soft, ethereal glow emanating from it. "Each of you will reach into the box and retrieve a stone. The stone you choose will determine your dormitory assignment." The box seemed to hum with magic, its glow pulsing like a gentle heartbeat. As the students approached the mysterious box, they hesitated, their hands hovering over the opening. Then, one by one, they reached in, their faces aglow with wonder. Catrina, Luan, and Aylmer stepped forward together, their eyes locked on the box. Each of them plunged their hand into the depths of the box and pulled out a crescent-shaped stone, its surface glowing with a soft, blueish-white light. Meanwhile, students who were sorted into Solaris pulled out sun-shaped stones, their surfaces ablaze with vibrant red, orange, and yellow tones. Among them were Janiece, Aubrey, and Piper, three girls who exuded an air of confidence and entitlement. Janiece, with her piercing gaze and icy smile, seemed to be the leader of the group. As she held up her sun-shaped stone, her eyes locked onto Luan, and a possessive glint sparkled in her gaze. "Looks like we're going to be shining bright in Solaris," Janiece said, her voice dripping with superiority. Aubrey and Piper nodded in agreement, their eyes flicking to Catrina and Luan with disdain. The contrast between the two groups was stark, with the Lunanos stones seeming to glow with a softer, more mystical light, while the Solaris stones blazed with a fiery intensity.

Heyyo peoples ^^

Home Home, a place I wish I could return to but cannot For if I were to return, I would be in grave danger It’s the place where my heart longs to be but also the place it fears the most Whenever someone tells me “well, home is where your heart is, not a physical place” I reply with, “then my heart is homeless and lost” People will tell me “that place isn’t your home, how can you say that after everything that happened there?!” It’s not the place I miss, it’s the entire thing that I miss I miss the community, the sense of being, how the entire town will come together in time of need, how no matter where you may lay on the popularity scale you are still cared for and welcome, I miss the independence, the small town feeling, the fresh air, the lakes, the river, the creeks, the park... even the misery You say that home isn’t a physical place but when I tell you my home is Atlantic you say that it can’t be my home because of what happened to me there and ask how could I miss a place like that But didn’t you just say that home isn’t a physical place, so where did this come from You can judge me for being home-sick all you want, it wont change a thing You can say that I can't fear the same place that’s my home, but it wont change a thing You can say that I shouldn’t miss being in misery, but you don’t understand what I mean when I say I miss the misery, after all, if I were to start questioning what you consider home, wouldn’t you get defensive about it too

Thank you. Your very sweets d I appreciate the compliment ❣️

Passionately written, well done!!

Such a beautiful soul , her eyes shine of the beauty within, her lips the softness of her , her angelic youthful face captivates my being as I long to captivate her With each word she speaks I hunger for more , each photo I see of her is like a drop of water to quench my thirst for her , that look that gives rise to the passion within me To captivate , to own , to control yet set free to feel the joy of her return So I wait confident she will return. For she ultimately belongs to me alone

Thank you ❣️

So nice thank you

@JoeyDaddyyes it was so cute 🙉eep Ngl I thought a little wrote this, then I saw your profile name haha So many emotions it was sweet, silly, and cheeky 😆 Brava

Wow real”y?

Extraordinary, I need to read it again for the full effect. What inspired you to develop, "To Think of It!"?

Well worth the read so precious 😍

I loved this so so much. It was so good. My favorite. The best. 100/10!!! Another please

Daddys home a sfw short story Daddys little girl is sitting on the floor surrounded by her plushies. Mr Tophat, a lavender teddy bear with a gold bow tie. Hes nice enough but can be pushy at times. Sonny is a penguin who is very soft and wears a pink flower on his head. Sonny is the oldest plushie but that just means hes the crankiest and all he says is HONK! Then theres Wobbles the puppy known for his zoomies and purple spots on his white fur. They all sit there looking at daddys girl waiting for her to speak. She looks at them all intently one at a time in her strawberry onesie and her red paci. “Ok look!” Shes says as she takes out her paci in a serious manner. “Daddy will be here in an hour and our chores are not done. Its going to take a lot of team work and busting butts to get everything done.!” HONK! Says Sonny. “Not now Sonny this is daddy business! Daddy will be home in 1 hour! Hes gonna be sore if the bed is not made homework is not done and toys not put away.” “Whats that wobbles? No! You cant have kissies i just said we have lotsa things to do!” She reaches to fix Mr Tophats tie. “Whats that Mr Tophat? No you dont hear daddy coming hes not off of his big job yet and wont be home for another hour. Good thing too i was busy napping and coloring and playing games i didnt do all my chores and daddy said if i didnt do them again i would be in TWOUBLE!!” HONK! Sonny squeeks. “No fish for you Sonny you get fishbreath.” Wobbles starts yapping. “No wobbles you dont hear daddy either that would not be good for any of us.” Mr Tophat coughs. “Ok mr tophat you make the bed and tight corners like daddy likes. Wobbles you do my homework since youre the smartest. Sonny you clean the room and I will supervise!” Daddys little girl puts her paci back in and crosses her arms like a boss would do. Sonny HONKS! Mr Tophat says ahem and Wobbles starts with the zoomies! Daddys little is in disbelief. POP! Her paci falls out. “What are you doing?” Gasp!!!! I heard daddys car!!! Everyone quick do sumthin!!!!! Daddys big heavy footsteps can be heard and his keys jangle as he opens the door. Daddys little girl turns around and gives him the look. Her feet crossed and her arms behind her back saying with her eyes yes im bad but im also good. All her plushies laying about. Daddy looks at them and looks at her and he sighs after a long day at work. His heart melts as it usually does and she puts her arms up for uppies. He carries her to the couch and as he does she gives him a big peck on the cheek and she winks at Mr Tophat. Sonny and Wobbles and they all wink back.

I will post poetry and stories here

Hi i am a daddy from southern california i write short stories and poetry and excited to share some here!

Life is being with her , anything before or after is just waiting The voyeur within watching till such time she fills his senses once again. One beautiful circle , the heart goes round and round as she spins her magic to enhance his contentment, such a pleasure he found