Some emotions can't be spoken- so they were etched here, softly and deeply. Rankings : #1 in deeppoetry #2 in deeppoems

Hushes and heartbeats is the poetry that breathes between quiet moments. Dive deep to find poems where you can find your voice , heartbeat and feelings. Happy reading ✨💗 #1 in thoughtsandfeelings 23. 5. 25 #1 in deeppoetry 23. 5.25 #2 in deepemotions 23.5.25 #3 in thought-provoking 23 .5.25 #3 in poemcollection 23.5.25 #4 in freeverse 23. 5.25 #4 in poesia 23.5.25

The Electric Eel is not god, it's just that the purpose of "divinity" means excellence. In the dawn of existence, when the universe was a vast, watery expanse, there was the electric eel. Not a creation, but a being as primordial as the water itself. No spark ignited its being, no cosmic force gave it form. It simply was.

I slowly slid my hands to her thighs slowly carassing it and everytime my hands got a little deeper into her thighs. I could feel her goosebumps on the skin, she slowly put her hand on mine and carassed it and then pinched my hand grabbing it off her thighs. then she slowly slid her fingers through my hands and holded it softly she dragged my hand to my thighs. And slowly slids her hand to the zipper.

The art of sin...🎨🚩 Sumit - you shouldn't do this....this is crime... ??? - for me it is addiction....I like the red colour of the blood and the smell of it... He said laughing like a maniac.... sumit was looking at him.. and suddenly something hit on the back his head and his eyes blurred...the last thing he remember is that he was surrounded by some bodyguards ----------------------------------------------------------------- This book contains VIOLENCE , GORE , BLOOD...only read if u are comfortable... Want to know what happened next ?!?!... check out the Books people... and make sure to leave ur reviews and vote for the chapter... I'll be thankful if you comment and give me some ideas for planning plotting..🎀

Some summers are meant to be forgotten. Others write themselves into your soul. When Eleanor Belle Guevarra is forced to leave the city for one quiet season in the countryside, she expects boredom, mud, and the endless gossip of small-town neighbors. What she does not expect is Nine Verbos, the boy with a reckless smile and a fragile heart. As the days burn hotter and the nights fall softer, Eleanor discovers a world of laughter, friendship, and first love. A world both imperfect and unforgettable. But Nine carries a secret written in his blood, one that turns every heartbeat into a borrowed moment. Together, they will learn that summer is not only sunshine, but storms. Not only beginnings, but endings. And sometimes, the fiercest love stories are the ones destined to break us. Because summer always fades, but some summers leave their mark forever. ======== The History of Summer (The History Duology Book 1)

𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎𝐬 Alaric Evander Montgomery does not believe in redemption. Not after what he had done. Not after what he had to become in order to survive. He buried feelings alongside his parents. And he buried them deep. But then comes Velvet Delacroix: all poetry and perfume, fresh from France and full of foolish fantasies. She smiles too much, cares too easily and dreams too loudly. And worst of all? She sees right through him. She is everything he cannot stand. And the only thing he cannot seem to let go. Yet some nights burn too bright to last and some fires are born to fade.

[Trigger Warning: Dark Gothic Weird Western Horror Story filled with dark themes and subjects.] #1 in WEIRD WEST #1 in Weird Western #10 in Clowns In the godless silence of the high desert, where the sun bleaches bones and the wind whispers only of oblivion, a cursed caravan rolls. It is a blight upon the landscape, a traveling sermon of flesh and nightmare preached by a man known only as the Cynical Sigma. More a phantom than a man, Sigma is a sculptor of the grotesque, a collector of suffering whose living exhibits are the proof of his blasphemous art. His troupe of "freaks" is a collection of walking tragedies-a half-man, half-dog that cries for a master's mercy, a bloodless woman who seeks what cannot be found inside herself, a clown whose smile is a rictus of despair. They are the main attraction in a show that offers no delight, only a glimpse into a darkness that festers at the edges of the civilized world. But no grave is safe from Sigma's hunger. His true commerce is not in ticket sales, but in the raw material he harvests from freshly turned earth. He is a thief of the dead, and the towns he leaves behind are haunted not by ghosts, but by empty plots and a lingering sense of violation. The caravan moves on, a plague leaving only dust and desecration in its wake. Yet, even in the West's vast indifference, a shadow stirs. Gerald Myles, a retired sheriff whose own history is a tapestry of loss woven by Sigma's hand, has picked up the trail. He is an old bloodhound, a man whose soul has been worn down to a single, sharp purpose: vengeance. His quest is not merely to bring a criminal to justice, but to expose a rot that goes far beyond mere murder. He knows that the monsters in the cages are not the true horror; they are merely the symptoms. The disease is the Cynical Sigma himself.

"Effervescence. My middle name. My stupid, middle name." Laurel Rosewood, a 17-year-old District 12 citizen, has always been an outcast. With her unique looks, weird middle name, and a stone-cold father, Laurel is not popular by any means. That is, until she is reaped for the 44th Annual Hunger Games. Pitching yourself as the peaceful tribute, which comes naturally for Laurel, gets you nowhere in these games, inevitably finding herself racing against the clock to gain sponsors. These Hunger Games bring immense challenges for her and her district partner, Asher Colson. From deadly careers, weak allies, and secret friendships, these underdog tributes are in for one hell of a ride. But, If only 4 victors emerged from District 12, then who lived to tell the tale? *The Hunger Games & characters belong to Suzanne Collins, except for OC's*