Abstract Stories

This book consists of some covers that I've made. The purpose of this book is to give you an idea of what I can do where cover making is concerned. I can be quite versatile when making covers, so if there's something specific that you have in mind, I'll be happy to receive a description of the vibe that you're seeking.

Diving into the strange flow of time, where everything feels beautifully destructive. (This is my first time translating any of my writing. This was initially written in my native language Bangla. Criticism is welcome.)

Fra is shaped by self-awareness, trauma, contradicting thoughts and feelings, and by being a failed nihilist all at once. He sees the world with unforgiving clarity and retells his experiences with a disgustingly honest, almost too-confessional voice; shameful thoughts, taboo urges, the parts that make us "bad" friends, and the desires we can't shake off. Therapy was supposed to fix him, yet all it ever did was make him more painfully aware of everything wrong. He knew the causes, the patterns, the diagnoses-none of it helped. He walked into every session already knowing the answers and walked out with nothing to do with them. A mind that understands itself too well and still can't heal is its own kind of hell. Despite wanting to be numb, he isn't numb enough to stop caring-yet not hopeful enough to start living the way he, or society, insists he should. Knowing exactly what's wrong yet having no idea what to do with that knowledge is only one of the many tortures his emotional intelligence has handed him. [This story is a 1st person view based one, Fra and the author are not the same person characters Like Ivan or other ones may be based on real experiences but aren't real people and made up]

Despite everything. Nothing ever happens. To be forever stuck in this abyss. Noone else but me. To be just a ripple in the unending void. The notes on the piano reverberates my prefrontal cortex. To be abandoned as I am. Still, I walk, continue forth.

This is an accumulation of my works in progress, finished pieces, sketches, photography, and sometimes stories. Critiquing and constructive feedback is always welcomed!

"You can't escape from a place like this. So it's better for everyone if you'd stop trying." "I can't just give up." --- TAKES PLACE AFTER EPISODE 6! While urban exploring, Erin finds herself in an old, abandoned office building. As she wanders around, she finds an office desk with a rusty old VR headset. Blind curiosity urges her to put it on... and suddenly she finds herself trapped in a colorful hellhole, with a new body and surrounded by strangers. Quickly, she realizes that something very, very wrong is going on. And it's up to her to escape -- with or without her sanity.

poetry dump pt. 1

Chansoo Mini fic လေးပါ

The feelings that went on paper before being processed

"It was as if the whole world stood in silence and wonder as Everest weighed every syllable and cherished every word; he spoke eloquently and fluently with a flow resembling the water running down the Nile River, calmly calling out to the gracious moon on a clear September night's sky." ___________________ A story in which a dream comes to reality, bringing with it all sorts of complications and mysteries.

a trail of poetry drawn between inward glances because i gave up on shouting myself down. | voice one: 01-13 | voice two: 16-29 | voice three: 30-36 | voice four: 37-42 | p.s. the first few poems are really bad. ~ hymn ©2020

have you tried turning it off and turning it back on again? action currently unavailable, error 404 2018

A second set of slightly more disciplined poems for you to enjoy. (Because I just can't stop them.) See if I do better in this one 😉 (sequal to: pEoms **COMPLETED**)

sometimes i scream at my ceiling. then i jot down whatever i screamed.

This collection of poems is composed of Triple Triad Poems, poetry created of three words per three lines per stanza (a kind of poetry I created myself:)). Themes that may include romance, heartbreak, family, environmental awareness, world conflict and other themes that expresses the author's emotions

A collection of short stories a single chapter long . . 2017-2019

A baseline dump of something random i just scribbled down.

This is a place where I will post my finished art pieces. If you want to see the progression of these art pieces check out my Instagram @rhodeKi11. I also don't post all of my works here. I try to post most updates on my new projects. I won't have an update schedule for this, because sometimes I'm off and on with art and just need breaks every once and awhile. Also doing art takes time and patience. Also sometimes I run out of materials that I use for my media. So please do comment to update or anything like that. Hope you have or had a great day!

There are two windows, a door and a cuff with chains, shackling me, presumably forever. Rebellion is my only hope of freedom.

She was a rising star I were a setting sun Both parallel forever Together was never done... Highest ranking #27 in Poetry