"No, no es que yo fuese una mala persona. Es que el tiempo de la conformidad en mi pasó. No me voy a conformar, voy a luchar por mi paz." . . . ~Cristal 🍃🌹 . . .

I have 27 stories all too big to fit here, u can read on wattpad...

And I want the tears to fall, cause I'm losing my youth. It will never be the same

I am just a woman in a world of men, trying hard to be what I really am.

Chapter 1 "Representation" is now published.

I was told that in the early 1800s writers spent time together and the result did marvelous works. They suggested a topic and had a night or weekend to write about it and present their work to the rest. Who would like to get into such experience. Instead of a topic we could choose a genre like suspense/romance. We all get together once a month and write a short story and we publish it together in the form of a book of short stories with many writers. Who is interested? Tell me what you think 🤔

Isn't it curious that microstories can only have 500 words but the comments to them can have twice this much?

He reached the top of the biggest and highest star in the sky.

This doll, has 200 ghosts living in it. 200 entities. 173 of them Demons and 17 of them good spirits. Is there a reason why there are good spirits in the doll? With 173 Demons living in it, this would be considered the most demonic doll. When people visits this place and they start being rude to the doll. The people who are rude will get injured and have really bad luck, people report to of died from this doll for being rude to the doll. And the character's Mike, and Jim will see if it's true.

“S-so what I wanted to say I-is. . .I-I. . .” I try to talk, but only stutter through my words. “Yes, Y/n?” Their beautiful eyes stare at mine. A grin smears on their face. “I-I. . .Like you! Th-there! I-I said it!” I confess. “Thought you’d never be able to say it!” They give a giggle. “I like you too, Y/n.” “Wha-what?” Wait, is this a dream. . ? “I like you back idiot, so are we gonna kiss or what?” They grab my hips gently. “I-Is this a dream!?” I blurt. “Nope! Now kiss me.”

“S-so what I wanted to say I-is. . .I-I. . .” I try to talk, but only stutter through my words. “Yes, Y/n?” Their beautiful eyes stare at mine. A grin smears on their face. “I-I. . .Like you! Th-there! I-I said it!” I confess. “Thought you’d never be able to say it!” They give a giggle. “I like you too, Y/n.” “Wha-what?” Wait, is this a dream. . ? “I like you back idiot, so are we gonna kiss or what?” They grab my hips gently. “I-Is this a dream!?” I blurt. “Nope! Now kiss me.”

                                  Story by                             Jason Dunn                                                                    The Traveler                               Synopsis Is time travel possible? If it does, it changes the physics between time and space, Bending the timeline from one place to another. From the past to the future and present, how is it possible to travel beyond our expectations? Well, one night, when I Bobby Green, a Bartender who owns a local

"Please, Mother..." I begged. She ignored me. What had I done to deserve such treatment? I guess I'll never know. I tugged on the braided hair framing my face, a nervous habit. "You are no child of mine," Mother hissed. I winced. "I'm sorry," was all that I could say. I must've done something pretty bad, huh? Guess we'll never truly know. "Sorry won't fix this," she said. "Then help me," I whispered. She faced me. "I could," she said, "And I will."