Before I took up any of my other hobbies, the first thing I did was write when I was a kid, a lot, on the old typewriter and in notebooks. I wrote a lot of short (and medium) stories throughout my youth, so a lot of those have probably aged but here are they nonetheless.
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GenreDramaHorrorLitterature
TriggersNudityViolence
TopicCataclysmChildhoodDeathDepressionFantasyMadnessRelationshipsSociety
Soleil Pleurant
Soleil Pleurant🇫🇷 françaisJune 2006 (at 16)#litterature#writing#violence#madness5590 words19 minutes to readimage by DESIGNECOLOGIST
Jour 1 Nous étions dimanche quand tout a commencé. La nuit déjà tombée, l’homme assis sur son lit ne parvenait pourtant pas à fermer l’œil. Il avait beau se retourner encore et encore, fixer l’intense lumière du réveil jusqu’à en avoir mal aux yeux, voire compter ses battements de cils ; non, rien ne fonctionnait. Le sommeil restait sur le perron, et martelait la sonnette incessamment. Sentant l…
Before I took up any of my other hobbies, the first thing I did was write when I was a kid, a lot, on the old typewriter and in notebooks. I wrote a lot of short (and medium) stories throughout my youth, so a lot of those have probably aged but here are they nonetheless.
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23 stories
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Stars★︎★︎★︎★︎★︎★︎
GenreDramaHorrorLitterature
TriggersNudityViolence
TopicCataclysmChildhoodDeathDepressionFantasyMadnessRelationshipsSociety
Soleil Pleurant
Soleil Pleurant🇫🇷 françaisJune 2006 (at 16)#litterature#writing#violence#madness5590 words19 minutes to readimage by DESIGNECOLOGIST
Jour 1 Nous étions dimanche quand tout a commencé. La nuit déjà tombée, l’homme assis sur son lit ne parvenait pourtant pas à fermer l’œil. Il avait beau se retourner encore et encore, fixer l’intense lumière du réveil jusqu’à en avoir mal aux yeux, voire compter ses battements de cils ; non, rien ne fonctionnait. Le sommeil restait sur le perron, et martelait la sonnette incessamment. Sentant l…