Abstract Stories

this is a collection of all the stupid little poems i write :3

The catalyst was entirely mundane. A grounded, practical error from earlier in the afternoon. Caught in the blinding adrenaline of an argument, I had realized with sudden horror that I was still aggressively defending a point I could no longer remember making. I wanted a rule to prevent the momentum of a dispute from overriding its original purpose. So, I sat there with a spiral notebook, the only sound the hum of the refrigerator, and wrote a sentence: Verify the intent before the thought.

Jax feels a pull towards Pomni he doesn't want to admit. It scares him quite frankly. But the last few adventures have been... on the romantic side. Is Caine messing with them? Jax is losing control over his emotions. And he doesn't want to crack. Not when that could alter his reality. But she might be the reason he does... ___________________________________________ Credits to :The amazing digital circus.

A daily journal, abstract

" Why did I have to go through this? Why does it have to be me? All I can feel is a pity... Pity not towards me, but towards all those who face me...Cause now I am nothing but a killing machine. And the bitter truth is, I am turned to being this and I got no choice"- Aura, 15-year-old, kind-hearted, lovely, beautiful yet strong and sassy, friendly, and all so talkative girl quoting this would definitely break the hearts of all those who loved her. But what made her this way? How different is she from you and me? Is it a human tendency or is there something way more inhuman? And a question that weighs more above all, is there a way to save her? If these questions have gotten under your skin...What are you waiting for? Go ahead and sneak a peek into her life. A paranormal life, full of mysteries and adventure, love, hate, heartbreak, sacrifice, death, and above all MAGIC...

the account of the pain felt by a tormented soul.

Find solace in the stars above a firework show greater than any other. Within a cyberpunk metropolis, Ryker and Azura battle a mental war for dominance in this modern action thriller.

🍭These are poems that makes my anxiety and depression form into an ink staining my life and each paper that I take. Please do not copy unless you understand what you are taking away. 🌼

A collection of romantic poetry, prose, and quotes.

Baring my soul...to no one...or at least no one to me. -- This is a collection of poems written by me, with no connected storyline. Poetry is a way of expressing my feelings and allowing myself, and others, to think more deeply about something. If you feel like you relate, feel free to comment. However, this book is not written for the reads, it is just my personal thoughts. Thanks for giving my book a read, the entries are quite bleak but I hope it will evoke a feeling in someone.

My art, anime drawings, poetry, quotes, and other random things

Tim has 7 colors in his heart so does the Sky

S O M E D A Y S. The thoughts are so bad, I don't even need the bottle for them to seep into my head. My teeth erupt into snow and crimson trying to stop them. They look like the old Japanese flag. S O M E D A Y S. The thoughts only come when my bottom lip is suctioned to the ravishingly green mouth of the bottle. Stupid move on my part. Or maybe it isn't. The bottle kissed me first. On those days, the bottle and its friends do the job of my teeth. Much more effectively. S O M E D A Y S. Nothing happens. S O M E D A Y S. Both happen. And the only option is to not have any options.

Galaxies and constellations hung in the balance. I was dangling over the abyss, my hand gripping yours. You were smiling at me. Your eyes looked like stars. You were promising to never let go. And then you did. I looked up at your starry eyes, I scrambled for your fingers for a second, then tumbled from the edge. And now I am descending slowly into madness. ----- A collection of thoughts and bittersweet remembrances to read in the rain.

A collection of poems facing the abstract faces of life; including love, loss, and thought itself.

strange jumbles of thoughts loosely translated into words, re-imagined to overshare on the internet

My other collection of poems is getting to full so I'm going to try and split them.

So. You need a break I hear? Well, I can provide one. But it may not be as relaxing as it seems. For how many lively moments we live for, we tend to forget the journey and focus on outcomes and rewards. And with that thought in mind, let a story of a boy in West Shujin and his cat Mayako unfold when a simple mailperson changes everything.

An expansive interconnected visual novel with deep world building and we're gonna have so many things... ...maybe not good things... but SO MANY things! it'll have stick figures... and... nonesense. it'll be great. and I promise to ONLY work on this particular story when I'm not feeling well. This is my low quality pledge. because CONSISTENCY is important!!! Even when it's a comic and you'd wish the art was better!!!!!!!! (I can draw well but that takes effort and time and this comic is an escape from the very essence of time itself!!!! and also an escape from effort to a lesser extent)

Some are written by me and some others are not.