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Though the night is still young...

"When a little girl from a poor neighborhood in Paris dreams...she dreams big. By a dream I mean city lights, Sky-High buildings, Suits and pencil skirts, Hot coffee and busy street walks. New-York. That was the nightmare of many, including him...but for her that was a fantasy, a dream she couldn't resist longing for and hoping it would be reality. Her pure heart led her towards what her soul craved but her harsh past kept lurking in the dark...waiting like a predator for the perfect moment to strike. Her journey has just begun, his though, was threatened to perish. He was drawn to her light, like a moth to a flame, yet his cowardice stood, head held high against any piece of happiness he could barely collect." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Purity & Cowardice. Copyright © 2017 . All rights reserved. Please enjoy ❤. All feedback is welcomed. Sharing is caring ❤❤ A Tick Tock awards contestant under the Mystery Category. A Bard awards contestant under the Romance Category.

lexicon [ˈlek.sɪ.kən] (noun) ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 1. (a list of) all the words used in a particular language or subject, or a dictionary 2. old-fashioned a dictionary sensations [senˈseɪ.ʃən] (noun) ━━━━━━━━━━━━━1.the ability to feel something physically, especially by touching, or a physical feeling that results from this ability. 2.a general feeling caused by something that happens to you, especially a feeling that you cannot describe exactly. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ What makes humans so special? How are we so different from other living beings existing on this planet? We all have different answers to this question. For me, it's feelings. These- wanted and unwanted, having power to kill and revive, shatter and heal, beautiful and ugly, destroying and creating-feelings are what we posses that makes us so unique and different. So here's my collection of poetry that revolves around these bittersweet part of our lives. All of them contain different emotions I was lucky enough to put into words, I'd love to share them with you and get a chance to explore your feelings on them! Make sure to check them out and I dearly hope there's a poetry here that clicks with you! Comments and reviews are highly appreciated :) [The cover does NOT belong to me, I took it from Pinterest so full credit to it's talented owner.] Lastly, enjoy reading <3

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.

Dear Reader, When Uncle Ben says that "with great power comes great responsibility." he's not joking. We know from experience. Do you know the tales of Greek Mythology? Do you believe the crap they tell you about Gods being immortal? Well they aren't because there's a school to prove it. Kirinari Academy, where we are shipped off to, to train our butts off to become a God or Goddess. Unfortunately, it's not as lovely as you'd think. The depths of Tartarus are restless and around the time new Gods are to be chosen, we are targeted. The Gods are at their weakest states and we are but mere, defenseless mortals. Sounds fun right? You have no idea. Sincerely, The Three

Sarah and her two bffs! Will they be able to tell her crush how much she loves him? Will he love her back?

The Jared Files contain hidden secrets about seven teenagers who were born with elemental powers! Everyone suspects these seven are threats, Trying to cause harm to the Human Race but they have NO idea what they are really like... The powers of the seven humans are Water, Fire, Earth, Wind, Psychic, Lightning and Metal. Seen as Light and Dark are not considered an element... And the other two humans are physically unknown... Light... And Dark... Roam... The... Earth...

The situation : Mom: Who are you planning to vote for? Me: Um.. I wish I dint have to... Mom: Why?????? Me: If you give me five bad oranges and ask me to chose one, I'd rather go without! Mom: You and your crazy ideas! Kids these days! God save them! Me: (Huffs in frustration) : I'M NOT A KID! Result - This overly dramatic poem! - A rant by the inner me...

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.

This is simple poetry put into words.The actions of a coward who was too weak to lash out and just say those three forbidden words."I hate you" yet still finds the strength to carry on strongly.The missing person and the mysterious dream person are linked and this is my first poetry write in a while so go easy on me.

Set during 'Radio Killed the Video Star', in Season 1. Alastor sees Vox insulting him live on air, and plans his sweet revenge. Not to engage in petty, childish ranting on the airwaves ... but systemic, pointed humiliation ... The kind that really leaves a mark in demons' eyes ... And Alastor is a master at the latter ... 👹👹

Anton Apelsinov lives his first day on a spaceship Departure Point. Suddenly for everyone, a generator on the plantation catches fire. Anton must decide what to do in this situation.

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

Short poem

This is my take on poetry (or whatever you want to call it). It is mostly just random thoughts I've had or little rants. Also it is my way of questioning the world that we all live in. the closest thing I have to a diary. updating very slowly over my life. hope it can help others feel like they aren't alone on this crazy space rock.

Tragic story of a man in over his head and caught up in a mess of debt and punishment.