Nothing Grew Where I Was Soft is a collection of sorrow-spun haikus that gently unravel the ache of vulnerability, loss, and the quiet spaces where pain once bloomed. In just seventeen syllables at a time, it speaks the language of silence, the places where words fell short, where softness was met with cold, and where beauty still tried to root itself in ruin. For anyone who has ever felt too much, given too much, or broken quietly, this book is for you. --- Started: April 18, 2025 Ended: May 6, 2025 --- #1 in haiku (22/4/2025) #1 in sad poetry (24/4/2025) #1 in short poetry (3/5/2025) #1 in japanese poetry (21/4/2025) #1 in emotional writing (21/4/2025) #1 in poetry collection (26/4/2025)

[18+] Life has never been easy for me. Starting when I was young up until now. The loss of my girlfriend destroyed me, now another girl is in my life. But things aren't that easy. ***READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED*** This contains dark themes including d3ath, SC, drugs/alcohol, rap3, s3lf harm and more. ATTENTION: I OWN ALL RIGHTS TO THIS STORY (including the book cover)- DO NOT use without permission or legal action will be taken.

[18+] Book Two of Control "...And I think I had to go through hell just to reach the top not knowing what prize was meeting me up there." I found out the source of my nightmares all because of one therapy session. All of my trauma floated to the surface. Will I make it out alive? Or will I let it consume me? ATTENTION: I OWN ALL RIGHTS TO THIS STORY (including the book cover)- DO NOT use without permission or legal action will be taken

The world is brimming with myths, cleverly disguised as concepts, standards and the elusive idea of perfection. Nobody is perfect. Everybody has a thorn pricking in their chest whether we know it or not. We are designed with flaws, each struggling to walk the path we believe leads to 'perfection'. These false perceptions often pull us to the darkest corner of existence. Are the 5 strangers any different? Of course, not. Despite studying in the same school Aaliyah, Vivienne, Alex, Arthur , Jacob couldn't be more different. They are like people from five distant planets who are practically strangers. What happens when life throws a chance at them? A dull, seemingly pointless field trip forces them into a team, tasked with navigating through challenges to win a trivial prize. Ironically, they unravel fragments of their lives, try to salvage themselves from the chaos within and solve the most critical yet inevitable problems of lives. But how could they really do it when danger lurks at every corner,sorrowful memories claw their way to the surface and a cascade of unwelcome events threatens to break them? Can they rise above it all and live their lives as a bunch normal 18 year olds or will they be thrown in to a pit from where they can never escape? As they confront these challenges, will they be able to hunt their own treasures buried deep in themselves-or just lose hope entirely? To unveil such an enigma and follow their gripping journey, buckle up because this is going to be a ride to the unknown, the unpredictable and what not!

10 children. 1 secret program. And a future soaked in blood. Adopted from around the world and brought to Russia, ten children are raised in a brutal government program designed to mold them heartless, obedient, and deadly. They were sharpened into monsters. But monsters don't stay in cages forever. When the program starts falling apart, the government begins erasing its mistakes. One assassin at a time. Two manage to vanish. Two ghosts with blood on their hands and freedom in their sights. Dominic Bianchi, Rules his mafia with an iron fist and zero tolerance for weakness. But when he meets her, everything changes. She's dangerous, broken, and more lethal than anyone he's ever known. And he wants her. Not just as a weapon. As his queen. Warning: This story is intended for readers 18+. It contains graphic violence, kidnapping, physical and mental abuse, drug and alcohol use, explicit sexual content, and kinks that may not be suitable for all readers. Please check the author's note for potential triggers.

"The hour has come round at last, and the rough beast slouches towards Corban to be born." In those first nights, when man crawled out of caves to see daylight, the planet Corban was awake and ready for their arrival. Over the course of the last 11,000 years, Corban has been ransacked, pillaged, destroyed and exploited by religious fanatics and corrupt Empires. The planet, covered in 90% toxic tuorium filled water, is notorious for its most awaited attraction, the Fourth Temple. And Corbanians tremble as stories of the Dakshun, the destroyer- proliferate through their ranks. Some say his name is Krish, son of Vinyaracail Nelson, and others yet differ.

"The cultivation world is a world of wonders and miracles. Dragons soar in clouds, phoenixes roam the nine heavens, but what does that have to do with the helpless mortals. A world so close yet so far. But is it truly that magnificent and perfect? No. This is not a fairytale, it is reality, magic are weapons of destruction not tools of dream. There is no mercy in cultivation, one must face hardship amongst millions of competitors all with one goal-reaching immortality. But even at the highest peaks, does your destiny truly belong to you? Are we ever free? No matter if it's true or not, the future awaits as tales unfold. The end of a tale is merely a start of another." -Wilheim Everlast

The world is a cruel and corrupt place full of envy, greed, jealousy, hatred, suffering around nearly every corner, sadness and death. Meanwhile those with a silver or golden spoon in their mouth since birth live amongst riches and luxury, all with the snap of their fingers. Most nobles had absolutely no clue as to the hardships of those of poorer family backgrounds or social standing. Magic was also heavily governed by nobility as they didn't want to lose control over those who are of lesser status. Trouble was definitely brewing in more ways than one as a particular caged animal is out and causing trouble and showing nobility who holds the true grasp of power. Whilst in the shadows another being rises to the challenge to seek revenge on those whom have wronged and slaughtered people that were caught up in the crossfire. For those who are trying to maintain their holding onto what cards in their possession from the deck of cards must tread lightly or risk everything being pulled out from beneath them in a blink of an eye. One's feelings must never ever get in the way to succession, not even for a brief moment to allow sappy feelings of love to bloom in the most unlikely of places.....or perhaps maybe it could??

She doesn't know who she is, neither do them. She doesn't trust herself, so don't them. She wants to love, but doesn't know now. She cares, but doesn't know how to show. She loves her mother but stubborn to believe. She despises her mother, but she ends like her. Yet, she tries. She tries to trust. Tries to love. Tries believe. But sometimes, there are things that she cannot stop. Can she control the inevitable?