Consume Stories

✷ a kiss is the first act of cannibalism. ━━━━━━━━ lee / bones & all. ©teenrecliners, 2026

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning (2006) ‧₊˚♱‧₊˚☠︎‧₊˚⛧‧₊˚☠︎‧₊˚♱₊‧ Love I said real love, it's like feeling no fear When you're standing in the face of danger 'Cause you just want it so much A touch From your real love It's like heaven taking the place of something evil And lettin' it burn off from the rush Yeah, yeah (Fuck) ‧₊˚♱‧₊˚☠︎‧₊˚⛧‧₊˚☠︎‧₊˚♱₊‧

A Whole Life Story. This is my memoirs about the Paradise called TP-MK36 and my on going trip.

Ren woke up in the world of Pokemon without any memories... as an Ekans (Snake pokemon). A truly ridiculous premise. Or perhaps the start of a legend. Join Ren as he explores the world around him, struggles to survive and finds out more about who he is. ___________________________________________________________ If you would like to get chapters in advance: Patréon: https://www.Patreon.com/TeaDragon1

I wrote this very recent poem about the fine line between taking a cheeky risk, occasional gamble indulging in the slightly wild and the danger of addiction, obsession and being completely consumed by something. I hope you enjoy!

COGITO ERGO CONSUME

Magic is a dangerous thing. Especially when it has a chance to consume your being until you aren't even you anymore. Love is a scary thing. Love that is magical doesn't really exist. But love and magic together... Can it ever happen? Apparently not when consumption is so close...

Kaleidoscope- The first thing I made as a child with my father... "The idea behind a kaleidoscope is that it's a structure that's filled with broken bits and pieces, and somehow if you can look through them, you still see something beautiful. And I feel like we are all that way a little bit." ~ Sara Bareilles

Don't run I ca n smell your breathing let's go ....

haha vore.

Sample chapters of my strange fiction horror novel Seed Me. WARNING: DO NOT CONSUME If you're reading this, then you did not take the above warning seriously. In that case, you're probably as stupid as me. I'm Logan, by the way. I didn't pay attention to any warning signs either. Being an unemployed deadbeat in Edmonton with no family and getting dumped by your girlfriend for her best friend can wear a guy down. All I had was my cokehead buddy, Skip, to cheer me up. Surprisingly, my precautionary tale was not caused by either Skip or the drugs. Let's just say a drunken make-out session with a pale girl by a dumpster, who was supposedly pronounced dead earlier in the evening, can leave you mentally jumbled up. A good motivator to figure this scenario out is having robed cultists stalk you, asking where the girl is. Is this an ill twist of fate? Did I bring this on myself? Is there a reason behind my misfortune? Is the moral to not make out with spooky girls behind dumpsters? Hell if I know...

A true love needs to consume you. You need a love that overcomes anything. And when you find that love, it could slip through you fingers like water. Because with love there is a price. Giving up everything for it. Losing a few of your closest friend, your most precious pride, and everything that might have mattered to you before. With Klaus it was love at first sight, with Caroline it was exactly the opposite. Klaus has been a vampire since the Middle Ages of Europe, he is an original. Caroline just turned about seven months ago. Klaus has never experienced love like this before, he has always believed that love was a weakness. Caroline is head over heels for Tyler Lockwood, a hybrid. Tyler is also being controlled by Klaus, because Klaus is his "creator". What happens when jealousy overpowers rational decisions? What will happen when Caroline, the one that Klaus would change for, spits right in his face? But who could blame her? After all of the horrible and awful things that Klaus has done....how would Caroline ever be able to love him?

Entry 21 -2020

"He has fallen. You must run my dear sister, for it is no longer safe for you here." "Why brother, why must I go?" I cried back. Pleading for an answer. "Katerrina, just this once, will you please listen to me?" He responded, tears now falling from his oceany-blue eyes. "Yes brother. I will. I'm sorry." I whispered back. "Just promise me you won't be like father. Please don't forget me." "How could I ever forget you? You're the greatest sister a guy could ever ask for." He promised me that when I was 4. I am now 11. I haven't seen him since. His last words to me before he parted with me were, "Don't let the darkness consume you." I didn't understand then, and I still don't.

Entry 17 - 2018

Love poems that are creepy because sometimes love is scary and bad for you.

A story about depression