Allegorical Stories

優しくなりたい，正しくなりたい，綺麗になりたいあなたみたいに...... ⸺米津玄師 "優しい人" This is an exotic friendship, an amusing yet heartbreaking comedy of two Persian pusses, who assumed the great duty of preserving the life of a colony of vagrant cats in Rouen, Paris. The storiette; however, was rendered in a comprehensive depiction from the reasoning with respect to the foundation of their relationship to the expected expiration due to a mournful and diabolical accident. The idea of "involution" had invited great effort of writing to explain the cause of the buskin of Monsieur Andromedus and his futility of struggle. The raconteur spoke of a fatal veterinary nature that eviscerated most greatly the apparent "hope" of life. The feature could be found astoundingly comparable to human society.

Here is a refined, literary description for The Scarecrow Who Watches the Fall by C.C - focused on philosophy rather than horror: Description The Scarecrow Who Watches the Fall is a dark philosophical meditation on self-confrontation, silence, and the hidden architecture of human nature. In a decaying world that devours itself, a lone Scarecrow stands as witness-not savior, not judge, but observer. As humanity collapses beneath its own hunger, he remains still, studying its patterns, its cruelty, its rituals of self-destruction. Yet the field he guards is not merely land-it is the boundary between ignorance and awakening. Through haunting symbolism and layered introspection, C.C explores a brutal truth: the greatest throne is not occupied by gods or demons, but by the self we fear to face. Truth is not found-it is survived. This poem is not about a monster in the field. It is about the monster beneath the floorboards of the soul. Unsettling, introspective, and unapologetically raw, The Scarecrow Who Watches the Fall challenges the reader with a final question: Are you merely watching the ruins- or are you willing to enter them? - C.C

I will be re-releasing this soon, I will keep you posted until then.

The annual meeting of the Jorvik Council Budgetary Planning Committee is the most important event of the year. Within the austere chambers of Silverglade City Hall, the most important citizens of Jorvik gather to discuss what is to be done with the island's finances. With Garnok's return growing ever closer and the island's inhabitants becoming increasingly panicked over the state of the infrastructure, it's up to the Council to secure the future of Jorvik. How will they accomplish this most momentous of tasks? With more horses, of course!

Express gratitude and love to your family while you can; though you can wait forever, they may wither before you're ready.

An eight year old boy, bullied at his new grade school, meets an unlikely friend while skipping school in the 1960's. A war torn veteran, riding the rails to forget his past, offers sage advice to a boy who stumbles across his wooded suburban camp.

Philosophical ... Dark Comedy ... Allegorical ... Mystical ... crooked ... Satirical ... A story written as an attempt to theorize and answers the mankind has suffered since the beginning ... An attempt to answer the big questions like Who are we? ... what's our purpose? ... From where have we conjured up from? ... What is this life? ... What is the end of all this chaotic debauchery ... From where have we come from? ... And what is our end? with help of rational, mystical metaphysical allegorical story ... A novel with no title ... It's just blank ... it's just represented as ... " " A weekly online web novella series

A little something I wrote for my English class last year

The spider and the butterfly. Short story by Franklin Rayeski.

An allegorical poem. Cover art ©2014, courtesy of crayonsleeves.

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Sulyáp Silayá carries the legacy of the Phoenix, a radiant bird said to appear only for a fleeting glimpse before its brilliant rise. In the legend, the ashes of the Phoenix scatter like shimmering glitter, bringing life and fortune to those touched by its flame. From that blessing came the Silayáns, each carrying a spark of the Phoenix within them. Though different in nature-some calm, some lively, some resilient, and some boldly fiery-they are bound by one story and one rising flame. This is the batch lore of Sulyáp Silayá, a story not only about where they began, but about the journey of a hundred and twenty souls who are only just beginning to rise. written by raniaaaa.m hehehehe Let's go Silayá!

Raina, the tenth, and last remaining protector of the Misty Realm, seeks to find and defeat the evil sorcerer, Sumatressle. Her plans are put on hold when she discovers a young boy who touches her heart, but strengthens her soul. Raina unknowingly falls into a devastating trap, having to choose between herself and the child she has grown to adore.

I am Xero. I watch them. Always. The Freemasons-builders, planners, keepers of codified knowledge stretching back millennia. They think they manipulate the world with symbols, rituals, and secret networks. They think they are shaping history. But I see beyond their narrow vision. I see the geometry beneath the streets, the alignments hidden in monuments, the subtle currents of influence flowing through empires, wars, and revolutions. I have observed their triumphs and failures, their discipline and their mistakes. I have witnessed empires crumble under the weight of their designs, only to rise again along lines they believe they control. They believe they are masters of chance; I know they are instruments in a pattern older, wider, and far more precise than any of them can comprehend. You, mortal, will see what they never could: the pulse beneath the world, the network enduring through time, guided by hands they cannot fully command-and watched by eyes that see everything.

Weekend Write-In for 10 November 2017 "game": In 500 words, tell what happens when a game is played

They called you an ugly name, so you made it beautiful...

Gregory wakes up in a dark hot room. His memory is foggy but clearing up, and has some sort of technical device securing his hands together. He stumbles over to a tiny window which gives him a view of a cloud covered world below. Gregory is assisted by a helpful but unseen presence...but soon realizes secrets are being kept from him, leaving him with no other choice but to find out why He is being held captive and confront an unfathomable truth. A sci-fi allegory of god worship and what it means to be a god. (contains the occasional strong language)

Life is a game. What are the rules, though? The stakes? The price of winning or losing?

"...It could happen anywhere really and if I told you where it was, you'd just stop listening. But yes. If you must know. It was Sunday, in a little house, during sunset. My little house. The house was small. Only 1 room, small. You know that kind of house, that's too small for anyone to pay attention to, where everyone just ignores it. I liked it that way...Alone and isolated...Then he showed up."