Abstract Stories

Mercy is easier when the world isn't starving. if survival demands cruelty everytime, then what actually survives? The world did not end with fire. It ended with petals that can pierce flesh. Power does not corrupt the heart, it merely removes the the curtains hiding it Even the purest flower drinks from graves beneath its soil. Do everything can be a miracle gifted by the nature? Or merely a curse? Hope is a candle that survives by teaching itself how to burn slowly. Let us ponder in a world where a garden does not ask permission before it devours the ruin beneath it. ----------------------------------------------------------------- [ IMPORTANT NOTICE: "Some" parts of this story is written in a poetic and philosophical style. Some dialogues, symbols, and meanings may not be immediately understood, as they are to be felt as much as they are read. The world within these pages speaks in silence, metaphors(some), and emotion. Interpretations may differ from person to person - and that is part of the story itself. Read slowly. The garden does not bloom for hurried eyes] ---------------------------------------------------------------- [Warning: This story contains violence, grief, and moments of human cruelty. Not all wounds in this world are made by monsters.] ----------------------------------------------------------------- Author's Note: This story was born from silence, ruin, and the strange beauty of survival. Thank you for stepping into the garden. -----------------------------------------------------------------

Nicholas finds himself behind a wheel. driving through a thick fog that barely allows him to see what's in front of him. He continues like this for a few minutes until he realizes that-he can't drive. the car comes to a halt and he immediately starts feeling sick, but when he turns his head to the road again he sees his old neighborhood, no soul to be found except for a mysterious girl. That's where Nicholas's journey begins as he tries to find the memories he has lost.

Thoughts that seek no logic, poems that fly without taking any direction. A collection that does not seek to engage in discourse, though the Outer and the Inner both demand it. No images, only words shaping a diary that seeks neither a purpose, nor an end.

THE BLACK HEART: Anatomy of Evil "Each Moon is a breath of evil, each Table a root that grows in the dark, each Cross a nail in the sky." Evil is not a historical accident: it is a breathing organism. Throughout the centuries, the wolf Gork hunts the primordial essence of Vorgash-a fire that devours the souls of tyrants and sheds its skin as eras pass. From the flames of Nero to the divine calculation of Napoleon, through seven Moons of blood, darkness evolves, learns, and refines itself. But at the end of the seventh Moon, the hunt changes. Evil no longer dwells in a single man: it has become a nation. The Dark Sphere is born-the collective mind of the Reich. Amidst the mud of the trenches and the cold rhythm of a war that moves with the precision of a train schedule, soldiers like Lothar, Ernst, and Hermann become cogs in a brutal order that admits no variations. There is no more room for initiative, only for simultaneous execution. Only for the void. The Black Heart is more than a historical novel. It is a mathematical and metaphysical journey through 7 Moons, 10 Tables, and 7 Crosses. It is the account of when humanity ceased to be flesh and became dust under the weight of a perfect structure. Are you ready to discover what beats within the Black Heart of History?

No theme. No rules. Just words born from passing thoughts and sudden inspiration. A collection of quiet moments, hidden feelings, and fragments of imagination. Written whenever the silence had something to say.

An angst,sad but happy queer funnybunny fan fiction! Theres alot of mixed emotions so hold on tight!! Nothing nsfw. I wanna say more but no spoilers!! Happy reading!

"𝐄𝐮𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚" - 𝐴𝑟𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠, 𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠, 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑙. ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 !! "𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐄" ♡ #1 abstract #1 mydrawing #1 fineart #2 Acrylic #3 shading #3 watercolor #4 scenery #5 portrait

| 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 | The Dark is dangerous. The Dark is deception. And the Dark is the only thing she wants. What would you do if the only beautiful thing in the world was the one thing you couldn't touch? --- A collection of stories to entice your mind, enthrall your senses, and ensnare your memory. Dare to dive in. ~*AWARDS*~ 1st in Science Fiction - The Sunflower Awards 2.0 1st in Short Story/One Shot - The Life Elements Awards 1st in Drama - Rising Gem Award 2nd in One-Shot - The Next Gen Awards 2nd in Miscellaneous - Everything's Canceled Awards 1st in The Monthly Gemstones Awards for: 'A Way to the Stars' 'More of Salt' 'The Base Naught File' 'Android' 2nd in The Monthly Gemstones Awards for: 'This Mockery of Light' 'Immortalized' 3rd in The Monthly Gemstone Awards for 'The Thirteenth Month' ___________________ Cover ©2020 Avadel Ink

The most beautiful art is the one we never share. These are the thoughts I chose to let out.

basically the title (it's all a joke don't take it seriously)

poem.

Personal poems. They're all thoughts. Sometimes they might reflect me, sometimes they might not. As life goes on and people change, so do the thoughts we have.

"But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you" letting out my feelings. - yours truly.

"소중한, 너 진짜 니?" She's like an abstract. So beautiful yet so surreal. - a jung jaewon fanfiction.

A collection of writing that I've completed or am working on, including poetry, short stories, one shots, etc. I do take requests, suggestions and ideas. (Those are kind of the same thing lol)

Floating Away is a poignant tale about the life of a young man named Jason who reflects upon critical moments in his life after he's presented a unique opportunity to go back in time a precious few hours... But at what cost? Memories burst through his mind like a flood, reminding him of some of the most joyful times in his life. As the course of time twists on through his mind, though, he eventually makes his way to a darker zone in his mind in which much darker memories reside; heartbreak, loneliness and emotional instability. Finally the memories tie into the present, in which Jason is faced with the most difficult decision of his life. Floating Away explores a few concepts common to most of humanity, but makes particular focus on emotionally impacting subjects like heartbreak, as well as abstract ideas like nostalgia. An attempt is made to convert abstract emotion and expressionless feeling into words and phrases; all while keeping an almost dreamlike air of melancholy floating in the atmosphere. This is an experimental piece, communicated primarily through a first-person expository narrative coupled with tangentially related poetry. That's the official preface that I've got thus far. If you continue reading, you'll engage the portion of the introduction that contains more specifics on how this is being written and how your input could have influence on it. Basically, at its current state, this entire piece is subject to change at any moment without warning; you have been warned (wait what?) Due to the fluid nature of the this story, your input could have large impact on how its written. I already have the general idea for how I want it to end (It's based on a dream I had), but as for how we get there is still flexible. I want to make this good, and not awkward or insincere, so if you find a portion that just doesn't work, let me know and I'll revise. Otherwise, all the general things like pacing and flow are easy to modify, so let me know! Thanks!

This is a collection of several short stories I have written, most of them were for school. I wanted to share them, but instead of making a new book for each I will put them all in here as one. Since they are all so short I will not be putting a summary. They are as follows: 1. Dead Forever 2. Abstract Art 3. Serpent Queen 4. Jaws of Death 5. Kingdom of Exclusive Sweets

This collection consists of poems that are elaborately concentrated on how different sides of a 'painting' can create confusion about the truth of their commonality. In short, this collection questions the nature of Contrast, following my belief in the Non-Existence of Good or Evil. While the poems might not reflect it directly, as vagueness is my habit, there is an abstract context to each. The painting, included in the Prologue credits (the cover), was painted by yours truly as well.

Maybe I'm just blue. Copyright © 2018 by Anna.

A look into the way we love others vs the way we love ourselves