Cowardice Stories

Your so close to something else, to someone else enduring pain. Trying to save yourself without knowing the good you could, shutting your mouth and covering your ears until it's over. Until another living thing is gone. And it doesn't let you forget it, and instead it let's you grow, suffer and be better.

Just a collection of songs I have written over the years, sadly there is no music as of yet but I give permission for anyone to write music and perform it. I'll immediately become your fan :-)

I don't really know what this is . Tell me if you like it

Hi, this is just a little book containing three personal pieces I wrote in 2022. I have not published a book on this site in ages, so I thought I'd finally show how my writing has grown here. Enjoy, whoever may read this. <3

I did a little Gift Poem for Skribblie this is the AU Cowardice made by Skribblie and I wanted to do a little Poem cause I thought it might be intresting to make :) Also sorry the Poem gets dark in the middle of the Poem sorry Also Art shown in this story belongs to Skribblie I just realized that it's Glurf not Slug I get mixed up with them and im sorry and idk if I can even edit it and im sorry so im only editing the name Slug to Glurf so please im sorry

Fanfic for Desimers best ship ever (a.k.a Kindvy = Kindness X Envy)! [English language] Hope you guys like it, I had posted this story on Deadly 7 Inside Me Fanon Wiki = An Untold Feelings (the 1st one shot). The others coming soon (a.k.a here :D) I'll just made it into a multiple 1 shot of Kindvy in 1 book. Because.... Ijustlovethispair~♡ Credit author Deadly 7 Inside Me : @DeruuRioTa / Deruuyo A special thanks for @Feli_Bully_Cute that had made the cover :3 WARNING: Some one-shots may have kissing scenes (also; lots of hugging) Revisions : June 2019 (Done) Every Cute and Amazing Banner on each chapter is by @Yuzukki96 OwO

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Humans, sometimes Cruel, sometimes wearing a Mask, yet Earth's most beautiful Creation.... Lost in lame and worthless GlorY ... Read if you want to taste something RAW but NEW and Venomous (humans) 😅 Joking... It will be bunch of essays... Until I come back this will make your time worthwhile. Cheers 🥂 Yours Isa....

Ꭺ ᏙᏆᏞᏞᎪᏆNᎾᏌᏚ ᎪᏌ ᏟᎡᎾᏚᏚᎾᏙᎬᎡ ᏚᎢᎾᎡY. ᏟᎪN ᏔᎬ ᎻᎪNᎠᏞᎬ ᎢᎻᎬ ᎷᎬᏚᏚ....? ᏢᎡᎾᏴᎪᏴᏞY NᎾᎢ.

Though the night is still young...

I don't know if anyone is familiar with the story "Lather And Nothing Else", by Hernando Tellez, but this is my continuation of it. It's a second chapter, from the perspective of another character. I highly recommend you read his story if you haven't, especially if you intend to read mine. Hope you enjoy! Peace, love, and unicorns, - Luna. <3 <3

“There was a boy who loved a girl and her laughter is a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.” –Nicole Krauss, The History of Love

I personally rate this as a story that requires parental guidance if the reader is under 12, the cause for general concern mainly being the moderate use of strong language, gory content, and profound (if not long winded and dramatic, I may add with a laugh!) declarations of affection. In The Making, a Summary: Prophecies have been composed from the premonitions and prophetic accounts of many thousands of people over the span of millions of years. The end result of them all is the same: Someday, a child of true Aisling heritage will come to power. This individual will rule steadfastly with justice, gentleness, and honor. A peace will come to the land during this reign, one so lasting, depending on which version of the tale you hear, that all will be at rest within the land. Nezaria's corrupt court refuses to choose a new king until the current one dies; Boz has hired cutthroats and assassins to secure its own selfish trade interests, no matter who their network harms; and Icri's people as well as weak government continue to deteriorate in the famine that is affecting all three kingdoms within the Alliance due to their declined pleas for assistance. Nezarian king Giyro lies ill, and it's no secret that it could be a plot made by the mysterious Prince, or the slow poison commonly used by a rising criminal organization led by an insane pyromaniac mage. The lost heir to the Aisling throne returns to the castle, and the Nezarian court is thrown into muted, murderous chaos. Painted faces and brightly colored clothes prove to be poor armor in the wake of deadly shadows... Ugly truths thrust unto light, debts paid in blood, and evil deception an ever-present factor in these chronicles; not for glory or riches, but for the good of others; but most of all, to uphold justice. [I claim all rights to this story and will not tolerate any encroachment or dispute of this claim in any form/fashion.] Please give me feedback on my novel. I love opinions, but no bullying.

Sometimes, running from reality is never the best option. Nature will often bring equal judgment to one's sins, whether they like it or not.

Have you ever considered that the person next to you may have used a kitchen knife to cut something more than food? Have you ever considered that the person who seems so happy and carefree in class tried to kill themselves last night? What about the kid who's always studying and barely passing? Are they just stupid or is it something more? People say that Depression is just an excuse and that people who commit suicide or harm themselves were just selfish attention seekers. But are they? We always judge but how much do we really know? Do we know a person's real story? THIS IS NOT BASED ON A TRUE STORY.

The chronicle of an archaeological expedition to the Rub al Khali desert of Arabia, known as the Empty Quarter, in search a fabled lost city, an Atlantis of the Sands. But the novel is less concerned with lost kingdoms than the ideological quarrels, betrayal, and eventually murder that overcomes the expedition party. At the entre of that dysfunctional company is the expedition leader. Callously call him the 'The Amateur Professor', a prolific liar who deceived himself as much as anybody else, falsifying his academic qualifications, committing multiple acts of fraud to finance his ambition, and concocting an elaborate fictitious history of a desert Atlantis to mislead 49 men into accompanying him on a treasure hunt into the inhospitable interior of the Empty Quarter. So why follow a man who travelled to the ends of the earth, spent a fortune, and ruined numerous lives, and failed. Because the story is not concerned with lost kingdoms and buried treasure. This tale is a search for something which does not register on the historical record, which leaves no relics to be excavated. Whether El-Dorado or Shangri-La, the Foreigner believed that to dream of Atlantis in this mechanized age is to long for a time when the world was young and untamed, and the lands beyond the town and city were full of gods and monsters, and men lived with eternity in their hearts. Like the Empty Quarter, the Foreigner was haunted by ghosts of the past. But he did not want to simply go back. He knew the wrong turn he had taken in life and he determined to go back and take the other path, by the only magic that allows it; the written word, to journey through the agony and ecstasy of the life not lived.