Abstract Stories

❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄. ❞ ┈┄─── 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𓂃 𝔅allerina ℜeader . . ❪ 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒖𝒑𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 ❫        𝗕𝗨𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚, in which Jax        turns distance into armor and [Name]        mistakes silence for safety. Yet when        the past surfaces, so do the feelings        they denied: fragile, dangerous and far        too real to run from forever.           ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ :: ᶠⁱⁿⁱˢʰᵉᵈ ▌│█║▌║▌║▌│█║▌ ³¹ ⁰⁷ ²⁰²⁵ ⁰⁰ ⁰⁰ ⁰⁰⁰⁰ © -𝐵𝐿𝑈𝐸𝑀𝑂𝑂𝑁

This is going to be a compilation of short horror stories with a specific aim: to unsettle my readers and make you think. Most of these tales will be stand alone stories unless otherwise specified.

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

This is the story of my 4 TADC OCs and their struggles I don't own the rights to Any of these characters except for Mono Bloss Astra and Jasper!

A collection of mostly improvised poetry that I write whenever I feel like it. Mainly follows the story of mental health, disorder, and trauma. Anything listed as a series reflects a bigger part of my life. Feel free to make your own observations in the comments. I love to know what people think of my stuff.

I am wednesday's child. I'm full of woe and weep at every doorstep. While reading, I beg you to adore every letter written on these pages. It won't change much, though. For I am, wednesday's child.

poetry collection

fell upwards but missed the ether (2019)

amino acids untagged (2019)

Us people on Earth rarely think about what is happening in the rest of the solar system. I'm here to report that it can get pretty wild out there with all kinds of behaviors that we know nothing about!

A short story I wrote depicting Hannibal/Will discovering their passion for "abstract art" Not sure who the Artist is for the Hannibal art on the cover, Sorry. It's not my art tho

Stuff I casually drew in time.

'Maybe just like him, the world falls a little more in love at night.' watching meteor showers with bang chan. this is a work of fiction. do not copy, repost, or translate without permission.

"Nani, are you adopted?" that's a question Nani Kiritsuku has always been asked. She always suspected adoption. But when she snoops in her parent's ancient secret memory box, she finds a letter. A letter written by a single mother to her child, who is she about to give up for adoption. A complete verification. But when Nani digs deeper into her parents history, she finds something she would have never expected.

"မမ... ကြၽန္​​ေတာ္​ဟိုးမွာျမင္​​ေနရတဲ့လမင္​းႀကီးကို​​ ​ေပြ႔ဖက္​ထားလို႔ရမလားဟင္​..."

Some poems I wrote

Kael Vireon is not just the richest man on Earth-he might be the most powerful entity in the entire solar system. Gifted from birth with the ability to see both the past and future of anything he focuses on, Kael took it further: altering timelines, rewriting stories, and warping cause-and-effect at will. No sleep. No food. No decay. No aging. He exists everywhere at once within his vast range, knowing everything, doing anything. A living paradox. A walking god. But when a black, informationless entity steps out of a dimensional rift on Uranus, Kael encounters something he cannot comprehend. No data. No future. No past. Worse... it isn't alone. And they're coming. In two years, the invasion begins. Kael must decide: will he continue to be a god watching from above, or will he train champions and face a Multiversal war head-on? The clock is ticking, and even an Omniscient can feel curiosity...

Abstract poetry about this world and any other.

This story is about a man named Bob among a world where there are no pigments or thoughts. However, when Bob gains consciousness, his lonely state of being turns into a threat for the people around him.