Abstract Stories

#1 prosepoetry #2 abstract #2 darkpoems #2 macabre #3 sadpoems You've been standing for years. Sit down and admit you've always been gone. Genre: Prose Poetry

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 glimpse into the internal, infernal state of mind that plagued my younger years.

Humbert Humbert if he was a lesbian teenage teleiophile. Enjoy my spiel. There are a lot of formatting errors in this, like comma splicing and sudden changes in tense, but please keep in mind this is supposed to be erratic and messy. I hope it's still enjoyable. The person this is directed to actually does have a Wattpad account that I've been unable to find! If you're my old English teacher, let me know so I can purchase a shotgun and end my misery xx. LYMI

A collaboration with @xTheWritersDenx L'raol G'vue, an interdimensional extraterrestrial whose assignment is to scan, observe, catalog, and report anomalies and highlight anthropological events. On the course toward Aurethion on board the T.E.S.T.A., its arrival detects local metaphysics and reveals that magic is an emergent layer of higher‑dimensional physics. Aurethion is a world of pure magic, yet its self‑sustaining laws have, by long evolution, begun to radiate coherent patterns beyond their intended rituals, memetic forms, and resonance with the two moons coupling and amplifying local axioms into transmissible modes that can seed adjacent strata and compromise other controlled experiments. The overall assignment is to prevent cross‑site contamination, restore the designed constraints, and preserve the equilibrium of the planet's original function.

❝𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄. ❞ ──────────────────── ━ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, Jax turns distance into armor and [Name] mistakes silence for safety. yet when the past resurfaces, so do the feelings they denied: fragile, dangerous, and far too real to run from forever. ──────────────────── 𝜗𝜚 ; the amazing digital circus x fem!reader 𝜗𝜚 ; jax x reader 𝜗𝜚 ; jax x fem!reader ❪ edited : 31.07.2025 ❫ ❪ finished : dd.mm.yyyy ❫ ________________________ 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒; #1 in jaxtadc #1 in tadc #1 in tadcxreader #1 in jaxxreader #1 in abstract #1 in gooseworx #1 in ribbit #1 in pomni #1 in kinger #1 in glitchproductions #5 in female ━━━ © -𝐵𝐿𝑈𝐸𝑀𝑂𝑂𝑁

# 4 prosepoetry # 6 darkpoems # 9 freeverse # 8 abstract The weak fear the break. The survivors want the anatomy. _________ A ten-step mapping of internal collapse. It traces the precise geometry of a self-destruction-from the first snapped choice to the blackened imprint left behind. This is what remains when the ego finally consumes itself. #darkpoetry

(2019)

a reconciliation between past me and present me

amino acids untagged (2019)

DISCLAIMER: THESE IMAGES ARE NOT OWENED BY ME. THEY ARE FROM THE INTERNET. Story and characters are all mine. DO NOT REPOST MY BOOK. Some strong language is used. PREVIEW Dread, Grief, Love. Is that what she feels? Is she just growing madder on her own? Is Talboris a figment of their imagination? Or is it just you, Akari. You've been thrown into Hell, the Hell that disguises as a safe haven, the Hell that will consume you from the inside out. A lonely tree growing from one seed. You. Your anger. Its roots taint you. Yet all this time, it feels like you've been on a cushioned bed, on the wrong side, dreaming nightmares, monsters grabbing at your ankles. Will you be pulled away? I'm open to criticism if you guys have ideas on what I should add or how to make my writing better! I may end up deleting this book. Tell me if I should continue it. I will make edits whenever I get more ideas. Enjoy the read, I hope you like it! ^^ Please share if you do. Started: September 24, 2021

A group of college theatre students rehearse their senior projects. Set in a black box this play within a play consists upon a wide range of comical characters. The Professor who is a coffee addict, Eric and Andy who try to win the Professor's graces to pass the class, Mohammad and Stephanie who linger with uncertainty about their future together, the complicated relationship between Chloe and Olivia, and the clowns Logan and Patrick who plot the ultimate end of the semester prank. Each project represents the variety of voices, personalities, and characteristics of this cast to reach an odorous crescendo.

Poems inspired by nature, love, people, everything around.

scraps, free verses and little poems from my notes app that come to my mind on sleepless nights :)

I wrote this poem for my wife after she had a particularly bad day.

(Humanized) After the events of TPOT (happy ending), Two and Gaty have been as close as ever. However, Gaty, despite One presumably being defeated, still has her in the back of her head. As this overwhelming anxiety persists, the pair will have to figure out if One is truly back, or if Gaty's contract is simply taking a toll on her. TW: Trauma episodes. Deep Concepts, like self-worth and existence. Will add more triggers if necessary. Gaty: She/her Two: They/them One: She/they Hi! First fanfiction, since I usually don't have time for it haha. Updates may be sparse, and there is no schedule for releases, unfortunately. Apologies for any mischaracterization, as it's a habit of mine to do that to characters for the sake of the plot. This is going to be a fanfic about the character Gaty. from Battle for Dream Island, with a bit of Twogaty sprinkled here and there. I am taking suggestions for oneshots (Which will stray away from the actual story. I will mark whether it is main story or oneshot at the top.) I am not comfortable writing smut, sexual implications, S/H, and descriptive forms of violence (guts, organs, etc). Please do not recommend these ideas to me for oneshots. Keep in mind, I am a minor! ^^ Yeah, have fun, and hope you enjoy ! All characters belong to Michael Huang, Cary Huang, and the Jacknjellify team (2010-2025). I do not take credit for any characters unless stated otherwise. (OCs)

Kumpulan cerita kencan satu hari yang tak biasa. Ada beberapa kasus yang dilatar belakangi oleh rasa cinta, ada juga yang tidak: biasanya karena hal-hal yang tak bisa dihindari untuk terjadi di antara mereka-mereka hingga mau tak mau mereka harus menuntaskan kencan mereka. Ada yang menyenangkan, membosankan, menyedihkan, membuat lidah kelu, membuat tak bisa berkata-kata. Tapi mau bagaimana lagi?

I'm not very good at making summaries, but here's an attempt: The City is a place somewhere in the future, far enough along where a calendar would be meaningless. Sometimes it breathes, sometimes it shifts, and sometimes it doesn't exist at all. This is a set of stories revolving around one of the cities residents, a young man named Milo, his friends, and the lives of those who live their days, and nights, and long summer afternoons, in the City. Feel free to comment if you want!

This is the story of my life in words and written emotions. Sharing this has taken me a long time; I am finally confident enough in who i am and how i express myself to share what i consider a pretty private part of my soul, both alive and already dead. 10/1/19- 10/26/20

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