Concretejungle Stories

It's a different world when you get off of the freeway and onto the surface streets. Take a trip into the teeth of the city.

A young Faery toes the lines between her forest home and the unexplored concrete jungle that sprawls before her, contemplating differences, similarities, and an innate need to understand.

The city never sleeps, they say. But in New York, it doesn't even breathe the same way the rest of the world does. Here, the air vibrates with a constant, low hum - the thrum of subway trains pulsing beneath the earth, the relentless honking of taxis, the rhythmic pounding of construction that never seems to end. It's a symphony, a cacophony of concrete and steel, a melody played on asphalt and exhaust fumes. This symphony had a million instruments. There were the screeching brakes of a food cart, the rhythmic hammering of a street performer's drum, the rapid-fire patter of a sidewalk vendor hawking his wares. There were the high-pitched shouts of children playing in a rooftop park, the low murmurs of lovers sharing secrets on a park bench, the mournful wail of a police siren cutting through the air. But amidst all this noise, amidst all this chaos, some found their own rhythm. Amelia, a dancer with fire in her soul, heard the pulse of the city in every beat of her heart. Ethan, a saxophonist with a story in every note, felt the city's energy course through his fingertips. Their lives, like two melodies intertwining, were about to be carried away by this concrete jungle symphony.

At the Bad Omens concert Noah pulls his little prank but you're not the one to mess with

"I needed a miracle," he says through the mic, looking straight at me. "and thank god it was you." • • [like my other story, this isn't going to be sexual. just a cute story so I hope you enjoy <3]

It's about the reality of morden world.

A story of an older person pulled from the very roots of her home overlooking the sea. To be placed in that place that would never be home to her she would not let it become. Battleground and indignation of how she is treated by the Manager. The turnaround at the end. Don't ever let a lonely past be your journey x

"These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon," "I was enchanted to meet you."