Nothing...it was all but nothing at first...but after a canon event, affecting the stream of flow in the cosmos, caused a ripple in the fabric of this universe, it gave birth to concepts, abstracts that represent itself as a construct or the foundation of something with a lasting impact.

Simple Poetry. ⚠️ Sensitive Content Warning ⚠️ This contains references to bullying, self-harm, etc.

(A fanfic for How Not To Die (Probably) by Jesse Chinedu. Suitable for people who haven't read it yet) Seventeen-year-old Caiden O'Malley has one rule: don't die. It's simple. It's efficient. It's... not really working. When he's not talking to himself trying to remember human interaction, he's trying desperately to avoid being torn to shreds by an infected horde out to eat his mind. He spends his free time dodging bloodthirsty zombies, questioning why his apocalypse outfit looks like "homeless raccoon chic," and discovering that deodorant is, apparently, extinct. He's doing fine, thanks. Which basically means: eating expired canned beans, sprinting from homicidal brain-eaters, and muttering to himself like a man one "bad day" away from adopting a pet rock. What more could a guy want from life? He's seventeen, alone, and not crying about it, thanks for asking. Look, the world's ending. He's just trying not to go with it.

Cristina Voziti returns to Notherdam to bury her father - only to inherit his revolver, his enemies, and a mafia empire that wants her dead. Born a bastard and raised in the gutter, she's an outsider to the five ruling families of the Ordo Rosae. But blood is blood - even bastard blood. Now, hunted by assassins and betrayed by allies, Cristina finds unlikely sanctuary in a convent, in the arms of Father Osisi - a priest whose dark eyes hide a hunger as dangerous as her own ambition. As their forbidden desire ignites, a darker truth awakens - woven through the Church's lies, a thousand-year-old vampire, and the grave of her father. Now, with bullets in her body and vampires after her blood, Cristina must choose: Bow to the mafia. Burn for her father's sins. Or rise as the abominable queen this wicked city cannot survive. - Includes sex scenes, nudity, gore, and strong language. For readers 16+ -

When Angeline Floris comes across a poets' book, she finds herself falling not only for his way with words but him as well and what feeling he brings. Jake Taler a poet finds himself falling for a stranger but doesn't know how to approach this feeling, so the way he does is of course writing. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I didn't know what to put for here so this will change in the future but for now you're stuck with it, I will try and upload as fast as I can but this is for fun and a way to put my poems in to a story I will be using poems that I wrote but if you have some poems that you have wrote let me know I can check them out and see if they go with the story and I could add them this is just from the fun of writing and being creative please don't be mean or harsh with your words I'm still new to writing and I'm learning from my mistakes and what is better to do and not. Thank you if you do read this, it means a lot, I will try my best to make it worth your time!

2,000 years ago, a daughter of a goddess was born she possessed the powers of a witch, some say directly Gods given. However, this kin of a goddess was born to a very powerful Priestess of Nyx, a witch from the travellers coven, Qetsiyah. This Priestess fell in love with a fellow witch, Silas who asked her to create an immortality elixir so after their union they may be together forever. The ceremony was beautiful the couple in love as eyes met overthe altar of Nyx. However, Qetsiyahs work and magic was all for nothing, for Silas was having an affair with Amara the first doppleganger and Qetsiyah hand maiden. Instead of take the elixir with his betrothed, Silas shared the elixir with Amara. In her anger, Qetsiyah retaliated by kidnapping Amara and used her immortal and indestructible body to bind the spell to create The Other Side. Remember that child of Nyx? Yes that's me, I was given her name as the goddess gave Qetsiyah the gift of a child after the priestess asked for something to replace her love Silas after she imprisoned him in a cave with The Cure for immortality hoping he'd take it. However Silas desiccated and didn't join Qetsiyah in the other side Quetsiyah, my mother, passed after millennia of pain in her own Purgatory. As a child created by Nyx and born to a Witch I'm powerful and possess a rare combination of power. I'm part vampire, a gift of immortality from Nyx , and half siphoner witch. The original Heretic I'm aIso Klaus wife. I travelled with his family for millenia after his father forced me to become part vampire and tortured me in front of him. Until I met The Hybrid, Klaus mikaelson in 1920s New Orleans, I was regent of the Seven Covens of New Orleans. We met at a ball hosted by his family, I thought we were in love until Klaus and his family fled the French quarter. He thinks I'm dead, but I survived his father and I'd rather eat vervain than give up on my love now...

~Tales from the Lower Plane~ AUTHOR NOTE: This is just one tale in the Time Lapse series. Helilo's is mentioned in Chapter 17. The story takes place long before the main story. A tyrannical empire blocks the sky from the people of Versalium. Helilos is the only one who's seen the stars, the distinct hues, and their shimmers. He's seen the constellations and the stories they tell. Cowardly and fearful, Helilos embarks on a quest to "Return the Age of Stars."

Tamryn has grown up in an orphanage all her life. She knows nothing of her past, or heritage. She discovers children missing from the orphanage. As she investigates she finds herself thrown into a world of different species and different realms, including surprising things about herself. Will she be able to find the people behind the missing children? Will she be able to save the children from their fates?