Delirium cerita

"Let the words dance to transcendence" Self written poems evoked from intense thoughts and emotions, mimicking the strong desires of one. Please enjoy reading each of my meticulously curated poetry pieces. And heads up it may be uncomfortable for some people as it contains suicidal thoughts, gore, horror, religious connotations.

Their story follows two ancient beings-one forged from light, the other from dreams-who slowly discover that even immortals can be changed by the quiet gravity of another soul. As their paths intertwine, they confront the truths they have long avoided, whispering to each other in moments of vulnerability, "I did not seek you... yet I cannot look away." And as destiny presses closer, both will be forced to decide what their existence truly means, knowing one day they will admit, "You are the one thing I feared to hope for." @TheGraceCelestial

"TO THE STARS THAT LISTEN-" in which auniriel, guardian of dreamers, finds herself the object of dream of the endless' affection. "AND DREAMS THAT ARE ANSWERED," - sarah j. maas [ morpheus x auniriel, the sandman, s1-s2 ]

Dream of the Endless had traversed a thousand worlds, yet none as captivating as the one he found in her-Agua, whose laughter rippled like waves and whose gaze could calm or summon storms. In the meeting of night and sea, a love story begins, playful, unpredictable, and entirely their own. ━━━━━━━━━━━drowsyyue

Based on a comment I saw under a post on TikTok (https://vm.tiktok.com/ZNdwWsp9T/) that asked for a fix-it fic, so here it is! I have only watched the show and therefore know nothing about the comics. You have been warned. (It goes without saying that the universe and characters are not my own; I guess you know the drill.) "Morpheus stopped himself from taking his sister's hand at the very last second. It was a sudden and significant shift in his realm that had stopped him. A great foe had been defeated. He immediately assumed that the fate of the mortal woman who had invaded his realm had been sealed, but his mind could not pinpoint who had managed to take her down." In which Morpheus is saved by those closest to him moments before he gives up on his existence.

The poem about the Endless within ✨️ ALL CREDITS TO THE SANDMAN SERIES AND CREDITS TO THE COVER PHOTO OWNER

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A dark poem about Billy, a boy who witnesses his drunken stepfather's violence done on his mother. Terrified, he flees into the forest, guided by mysterious lights, until he reaches a river where he glimpses a final vision of his mother and finds a fleeting moment of peace.

I am trapped in the labyrinth of my thoughts, I've play so many times, I don't know what I win, I hate to win, it means there is not challenge and I'm surrounded by idiots or people who cannot learn rules of a game or play. Of course I will love to loose, I crave for it, I love it, because I began an evil entity, a demon-king, someone trapped in his own labyrinth and is waiting on his castle. Yes, no room, no fun for me, no game for you, you know what Earth is.. I'm so bored right now, I have to torture people, not for pleasure but for the sake of the plot, it's my duty, my task, my work.. People remember it, we are evils for our own'sake, it's for the greatest good. Ask your boss, you will have the perfect answer.. You will have an answer, it's perfect, if you don't find it, remember to pretend. Do you know how to lie ? It's really useful, especially if you want to create a nation or put down an old regime. If you are unable, there is the capitalist method and the soviet method for you. Capitalist method is about repetition, autodafé, money. Soviet method is economic, it's about disparition, everyone disapears when they talk too much about old or opposite things. When you don't have money, wood, oil, fire, the energy to talk too much, it's really helpful. But I prefer french method, do you know guillotine ? PS : Wesh les francophones, ne vous inquiétez pas, je vais traduire cette nouvelle, je l'ai inscrite dans un concours Wattpad, c'est pas de la prostitution intellectuelle, j'ai signé les pétitions, je ne veux pas gagner, en fait, je veux emmerder mon monde. J'ignore si c'est mieux. Je vais publier les suites mais pour le treizième récit, je voulais marquer le coup et quoi de mieux que d'apprendre des expressions françaises au reste du monde. Ainsi, j'aurais la satisfaction d'avoir des WTF puis des what does enculé de ta race means?

"Oh, my little dream, I believe I may have found a secret to perfect happiness. I am hopelessly, unequivocally yours." Crystal Nightingale always believed her life was firmly anchored in reality. But what happens when the past clashes with the present, pulling her into the Dreaming? Trapped in a world that is hers by destiny but not by choice, she comes face to face with its lord, the enigmatic and solitary Morpheus, Dream of the Endless.

"Do you think green rollops taste well?" she asked the crowd. "Noooooooooo," they all said together. Then one of the waddles on the side yelled out, "they smell terrible." And all of them giggled in chorus. It sounded like a trickle of marbles flowing over tile steps.

Fairytales are meant to be beautiful. To serve as lessons or to make people fall in love. They are canvases for the imagination to make the most spectacular paintings. Saoirse believed that she had been created by fairytales. In a way, that was true. She had been carved and written by the hands of gods, just as every other being had been. It was only a question of who's fairytale she was written for. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [The Sandman; Season 1-2] [Dream x oc]

Division of the Endless. The youngest of her older 7 siblings. Created as an afterthought to help mortals tell time and age. She finds herself regretting her search for her captured brother, Dream of the Endless when she herself gets captured by the same dillusional, power-taking man that took Dream from his world. also on ao3

Inspired by Katherine Mansfield's "Miss Brill", this story narrates an afternoon in the park, in the form of a stream of consciousness without a clear structure, from the perspective of another character: the Ermine Toque, who reveals not to be what she seemed.

#GiveMeABreakContest She wrote to escape. Now he exists. But each word feeds something darker. A haunting notebook, a boy made of shadows- and a girl who can't tell dreams from reality. "Inspired by the music video "give me a break!" Prompt: "whatever is written comes true the next day."

She lived like everything was fine, until grief rotted the seams of her mind and something broke through. Something that looked like her. Now she drifts between realities, unsure which is the dream: the soft lie of daylight or the blood she keeps tasting on her hands.

"The goal of the novella was to capture in words the trance and effects of Absinthe. The full novella is available in my first published collection of psychological thriller novellas on Amazon, in both English and Hungarian editions. English title: *Fractured Reality, Bloody Lines: Five Stories*. Hungarian title: *Hasadt valóság, véres sorok: öt történet*. Thank you for your support!! https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/230902278-fractured-reality-bloody-lines-five-stories-1 https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/231399117-hasadt-val-s-g---v-res-sorok---t-t-rt-net

Fallow is a student at a school for magic in the process of moving from the winter campus in the mountains to the summer campus in the valley. With the older students busy fighting in the war between the Pitt dragons they have less protection then ever, with danger at every turn will Fallow and his fellow students make it to the valley campus unscathed?

fruit of my boredom.

Meet a sleep deprived man in this jumble of words! Having pulled two all-nighters, he claims to decode the whispers of trees - yet, in reality, his words unravel into a delightful chaos of nonsensical dark comedy. #16 IN POETRY. #4 IN SATIRE. this is not reflective of anyone real. this is all a joke and not serious at all.