tried something new. is it any good? should i write like this more often or no? lemme know please :)
i love how i write some deep stuff and then you look at my pfp and are like "oh 😃"
There are creatures in the forest, and they speak such kind, sweet words. Will you listen?
The emotional account of a mother giving her newborn daughter her first kiss.
A conversation excerpt from a project I might turn into a short story or graphic novel in the future.
V is a fun character to write - I hope you enjoy reading!
The pitter patter of a typewriter shadows me narrating. The thumping sound letters like a rattling fence in a storm; berating.
Do you ever wonder what’s happening down in hell?
By: Ioana Moldovan
tell the truth, for you'll face the weighing of the heart. . .
Today's word is "wall". I wrote about the wall between the physical world and spiritual world, I hope you enjoy this piece.
a poem i wrote about the afterlife ("heaven and hell")
When I was a child eternity was waiting for Christmas
Heaven and The afterlife
From https://medium.com/everything-comes/esto-books-1-10-1d3656260189
There is a kaleidoscope of lights, on the line between life and death,
tried something new. is it any good? should i write like this more often or no? lemme know please :)
i love how i write some deep stuff and then you look at my pfp and are like "oh 😃"
There are creatures in the forest, and they speak such kind, sweet words. Will you listen?
The emotional account of a mother giving her newborn daughter her first kiss.
A conversation excerpt from a project I might turn into a short story or graphic novel in the future.
V is a fun character to write - I hope you enjoy reading!
The pitter patter of a typewriter shadows me narrating. The thumping sound letters like a rattling fence in a storm; berating.
Do you ever wonder what’s happening down in hell?
By: Ioana Moldovan
tell the truth, for you'll face the weighing of the heart. . .
Today's word is "wall". I wrote about the wall between the physical world and spiritual world, I hope you enjoy this piece.
a poem i wrote about the afterlife ("heaven and hell")
When I was a child eternity was waiting for Christmas
Heaven and The afterlife
From https://medium.com/everything-comes/esto-books-1-10-1d3656260189
There is a kaleidoscope of lights, on the line between life and death,