Archaic قصص

In the midst of hopeful yet insidious 1960s London. The world has not ended, but something worse has begun. Across the British Isles, the remnants of a horrendous phenomenon called "The Dreading" purge every living soul - rebellion, resentment, and a bloodborne plague that turns its victims into ghouly beasts. The afflicted are not dead, yet not human, and no one dares to summon them. Perhaps it is the only moment of time when humanity was closest to defeating the curse that terrorized every century on Earth. Fun fact: I try to create my own literary style called "Coninaudit" Inaudit = Unheard Coniectura = Guess The idea is that there are more chapters but with the most ambiguous short phrases which help develop the sense of what is happening with the plot or predict the intent of ideas, or as you can say, "Guess the Unheard". P.S. It's a form of episodical, so the chapters' length are created in a way that bear separate sequences..

A Vast Collection of Poetry

Poems, such masterpieces that are left in time, but well; I have crafted several poetries that can catch your heartfelt desires with these, Reflective, Philosophical, Lovely, Romantic, and many more, just you name it kind of poems, in a collective manner, the Euphorium of Symphonies, in its first volume.

a collection of poetry.

Romance!

About verbs that have non-regular conjugation and those that are just a bit odd or obscure.

This is the symbolic story of passing and remembrance of a lost love

A treatise of philosophical ramble via the presentation of the authors adequacy in neurotic contention, illustrating the equivocation and psychological disposition hitherto of the author, who's time-sporadic pseudonym pertains to all measure of the aforesaid state.

and so the scholar fell in love.

The story us about a board that brines evil

The threads of circumstance that leads to tomorrow are so tenuous that all the fussing and worrying about decisions is futile compared to the pure randomness of existence. I say... EMBRACE THE RANDOMNESS. Here I present thee a collection of the rambling oozing out of my mind. Its a set of ballads, thoughts, tavern folk song and humorous poems all written in different rhyming schemes. These are random poems I wrote randomly. Hope you guyz enjoy the randomness (Hehe XD)

A curious boy and a special well. I wrote this as a draft in my 10th grade, during the lowest point of my life. This served as a call for help to me, something that I wrote in a spurt during one fateful school recess. I go back to this from time to time to remind myself that there is something special in this world- that a little act of kindness goes a long way. I hope this reaches out to you the same way it did to me. Enjoy!

In a distant land, in a distant era. There were kingdoms instead of countries, and those kingdoms were not named, but numbered instead. Numbered according to their power and standing; numbered according to their importance and strength. Each kingdom was ruled by a king and his queen, and it was an era of magic and alchemy, where technology held little rule. Each monarch had control over their own kingdom, and there were none to oppose. Royals had their own knights, each to do their own bidding. The strength of the Knights depended on the bond between the slave and master. The stronger the bond, the stronger the knight. But there is one case; one special case. Princess Etheria, and her especially strong night, Kaede (better known as Kurotsuki) may not be what he seems in the end. Have a guess of what will happen. Will your guess be correct? Warning : VERY slow updates

"I know. I know, everything, everyone is a lesson. But sometimes I wish I could stop learning and start living." She always knew there was a certain emptiness, a craving in her heart that just seemed impossible to fill. She just wished she could figure out what it was. Maybe it was the end to all her problems. Perhaps an encounter with a wonderful stranger was all she needed to change it all? To be free at last?

A poem of a shipwreck near the Northern Seas. The disaster was potentially survived by only two people - an elderly woman and a young girl - who later died from the frost and were attacked by bewildered crows.

'Echo' is the tale of a world that went from being brimmed with Spells, Mana, and Spirits to that of a gloomy existence. It describes the stories of the remnants of the Ancients in the modern era, and how they worked to restore the vibrant lands.

the world fantasised by religion, yet the 'all heavenly' being continues to let His creations suffer, the ferocity of attacks & mistreatment, the Death continues, You die, I die, I guess this is goodbye...

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝, 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐛𝐲.

A poetic version of one of the best biblical stories I've read. I've made a few changes to the sequence, but, essentially it's the same. m(=_=)m *bowing apologetically*