Ambivalence Stories

September 11th a high jacker doubts his mission. A fireman struggles to save his fiancé. A teenage boy loses him mind to radical Christianity. And a Lit professor prepares to start a college shooting. The only way to describe September 11th is through the long and arduous threads of life. Lives of others. Many. Changing. Folding together. Making. Interconnecting. Transposing our demise to our requiem. Forming on song, one tragedy, one day for our befallen. United, burnt, and broken. The smoke of our breaking made a momentous struggle a timeless sacrifice. Cover photo statue "Sleeping Beauty", by Ludwig Sussman-Hellborn

A book of poetry I'm not a pro But I do write some prose

A cascade of emotions emerging from the Poetess' soul that is jumbled and unaccountable.

Cannon is a sweet girl but has lost the feeling of extreme emotions due to past trauma. She meets someone that shows her the world in a new light, the time she spends with him makes her see the world differently. With more color and life to it. The ups and downs they experience together are more than she's ever felt, and while she discovers new feelings and emotions that she hasn't felt in years, something occurs that makes all the things she feels, no they both feel, seem worthless. Read my book now:)

"I'll recognise you, even if I haven't seen you," I repeated Drake's words. The words that he wrote in the email that I made me jump out of joy. In the email, that had given me a slightest bit of hope that he would love me. But as I watched him hug Kendra, my heart crumpled. I knew the meaning phrase 'breaking the heart and stepping on it now. He said he'll recognise me, love me, yet he was blinded by her beauty to see me. I was always Kendra to her, never did his ask about me, nor did he remember me. I was a fool to think he would forget about her. I wasn't as pretty as her, never will be. He loved her. I watched as my best friends hugged the man I loved. The smile that lit up his face, i could never give him that. And Kendra too, her pearly whites came into view, making me smile weakly. Maybe it was for the best. Sapphire Munroe has always loved Drake Adams, but he had always been attracted to her beautiful best friend, Kendra Morgan. His father's transfer results in him leaving for London, but not before he asks Kendra to write him daily. Soon, Both of them started to exchange emails. But unbeknownst to Drake, the girl that was writing to him, the girl that he had fallen in love with was Sapphire not Kendra.

A series of poems Life is an ever-changing kaleidoscope of emotions, where we can bask in the warmth of love, shiver in the chill of fear, radiate with the brightness of joy, be enveloped by the darkness of sorrow, find solace in the calm of peace, be swept away by the turbulence of anger, experience the depth of sadness, be jolted by the spark of surprise, and relish in the sweetness of gratitude. While nine shades may not full capture all the emotions, they can certainly help us express and understand our feelings in profound ways. This is not a tale about specific people or places, nor is it a work of fiction. It is merely a story about a unique and intricate soul, with its own hopes, fears, dreams, and struggles. Enjoy the journey of words and emotions that awaits you! - @heliotropes_

A sad weirdos way of expressing why he's sad and weird

Delve deep with me into the abstract ambivalence and poetic musings of my mind.

Danny is a guy. Drew is a guy. Guys end up together all the time. Especially when it's a fucked up guy who's only solace is this new American kid who skateboards and loves him unconditionally and they're totally gonna end up together. But it's never that simple though. Ever.

A young man defies expectations to follow his passion for writing, facing rejection, sacrifice, and self-discovery in his quest to live authentically.

The love story to heal my soul...... "meeting you could never be a fuckin mistake" Rei says, her hands shaking as she holds his face gently in between them. Tears slowly roll from her eyes as his face drops to the floor and disappears between the cracks of the tile. Another one, another nightmare. She's never met him, yet she cares about him more than anything. The thought of him being the only thing to keep her up at night. But what happens when her best friend, brings him to her? Will they be the only ones to feel the flames of their love? Or will everything come crumbling down only to reveal something more potent than the urge to be near him that ached in her chest?

༄ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐞 • ❁ If you wanna say "𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒" read this. • ✭A book that has ambivalent feelings going from sadness to happiness,,from love to heartbreak and from fear to safeness. • 〘𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆〙

A poem I that I came up with while standing on my porch one night enjoying myself.

.･⋆:°• ★ 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗩𝗔𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘. ❝I'm a complete stranger to this universe, how would I know who put us here?❞ 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 a remarkable turnaround in anaita jones' life caused her main priority to get sidelined, and it made her objective to win the triwizard tournament seem like a joke. battling mechanical slugs and trying to survive from the inside of a giant and complex maze definitely wasn't what she had signed up for . . . AMBIVALENCE. ↳ (n.) the state of having mixed feelings about something or someone. 𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗢𝗜𝗡𝗚 !!! 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗛𝗢 𝗫 𝗙𝗘𝗠!𝗢𝗖 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 "𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲" 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘆 𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘇𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿. 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝗻: 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘇𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿, 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗲𝗿𝗮 © 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗹𝘂𝘀 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟭 𝙷𝙸𝙶𝙷𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙺𝚂: #1 in emmastone #1 in ambivalence #5 in theglade

The door creaked open, and there he stood - Arjun Maheshwari, a silhouette framed by the doorway. His eyes, once the sunflowers that captivated Maham's gaze, now held a different story. "Arjun, you're back sooner than expected," Maham remarked, her eyes betraying a mixture of surprise and curiosity. Arjun, meeting her gaze, carried the weight of unspoken words. "There have been developments," he replied cryptically, his eyes revealing a turbulence within. His gaze fixated on Maham, seemed to be wrestling with a revelation. The premature return hinted at an undercurrent of tension, a deviation from the anticipated timeline that set the stage for a fresh wave of challenges and discoveries. In those initial moments of reunion, neither Arjun nor Maham ventured into the tempest of conversation.As the hours passed, the room became a silent arena where glances spoke volumes and the air crackled with unspoken tensions. "I found something, Maham," Arjun finally broke the silence, his voice tinged with a mixture of pain and urgency. Maham, pausing in her actions, looked at him with a furrowed brow. "Found something? What do you mean?" Arjun hesitated, as if grappling with the weight of the truth he was about to unveil. "Proof," he said tersely. "Proof that indicates your involvement, Maham, in something much more sinister." Maham's eyes widened in disbelief, her heart pounding in her chest. "What are you talking about, Arjun? We've spent months together. You know me!" "The truth has a way of revealing itself, Maham. It hurts, but I can't ignore what I've found" said Arjun. He came forward to her and caressed her cheeks feeling her sweet breath on his lips then he moved backward the tender moment, however, took an unexpected turn as Arjun's hand, which had moments ago caressed her, now delivered a resounding *SLAP*. Stunned, she looked at Arjun, his eyes now devoid of the warmth she once knew.

Petit poème que j'ai écrit quand j'avais de plus sombres idées et où je trouvais que ma vie n'allait nulle part. **For those who read and understand French** A little poem I wrote when I was having dark thoughts and where my life wasn't going the way I wanted.