Cycles Stories

They'd been seeking a happy ending a long time, life after life. they couldn't remember the start, just that when they died there was the voice and the never ending mist. Murder, Betrayal.. sometimes just the wrong spot at the wrong time. How many lives, how many faces... it was hard to keep track.. Happy Ending... are a lie Can someone save them

"Uhnnn" A soft moan sounded behind him, followed by the unmistakable smell of preheat. But that couldn't be. His partner was a beta; she shouldn't be affected by a heat-inducing drug. The guards seemed to have caught the scent too, and before he could blink an eye, he grabbed Lauren and made a mad dash to the nearest exit. Lauren enters her heat unexpectedly during a Lune Mission.

A short poem about being a Night Owl (a person who stays up late), and the negative outcomes that result from being a Night Owl. Includes a short quote from Edgar Allan Poe!

Does anger cause damage? If Georgia Ellenburg still believed in coincidences, she'd disagree. But George knows better. People get hurt around her, and now that her sister doesn't want to go to a college--a dream George gave up so that it could belong to Maeve--George is forced to stare down her past, and, in the meantime, protect her budding relationship with Sam, who she knows her anger will harm if given the chance. Since having assumed guardianship over her sister, George has one goal: to keep Maeve safe, and, at twenty-four, she's done so by creating a life with minimal unpredictability. In her efforts, George has given up nearly everything so that her sister can have the life that was supposed to belong to George. Maeve, however, expresses other ideas, ideas that don't involve college or anything that George gave up for her sister, which pits George against the choices she's made and the anger she's buried because of them. George has a secret, a secret that can no longer be considered a coincidence, and when Sam enters her life and begins to chip away at the pain she thought she'd let go, she must face the ultimate test of unpredictability: either confront her past or risk hurting Sam. Because her anger always hurts those around her. xxx tags: slow burn, romance, family drama, feminism, trauma

With guns of literal steel, the Point reigns supreme over jump lines, urban bowls, and pump tracks.

Some days just feel damned. Our energy is off, our mind doesn't have any traction, our emotions are out-of-whack and all-around we just feel like we are swimming upstream. And when this happens, the easiest thing to do is write off the day, go with the negative flow and let the current take us down - thinking "tomorrow will be a better day". But as I'm sure you've experienced from time to time during your lifespan - even the baddest of "bad days" have potential to change beat and become something else.

"Find me before the clock strikes twelve"

Harry Styles hasn't seen hell, but Zayn's about to show him. Sick and tired of everyone paying attention to Harry, Zayn plots to take everything from him, like on their current album (TMH), Zayn his plot is taking mostly all the solos and not letting others have parts that Management deems fit for each member. Harry decides to face the challenge, trying to compete with Zayn. The two become so wrapped in the silly game they don't see that things going wrong around them. And it goes from just a silly game, to an all out war. Sides are drawn, people cross lines, and they don't notice how much the band and its fans are suffering But relationships are tested even further when someone doesn't want to play fair. Who survive this game of Stealing Solos. *Zarry/Nouis*

Poems made 100% by me about the beauty and foul of life and all around it.

The Writing Nomad comes directly from my personal journal. You will find my thoughts, and poems that were inspired just by going through the cycles of life. I wanted to share in hopes it may not only touch your heart, but to become something you may relate to. I hope you guys enjoy! Please feel free to leave your feedback. Sincerely, H.E

He caught a glance of Tristan Sinclair arriving at the precinct before quickly vanishing into Herman's office, the rich, ripe smell of the potent alpha never failing to send March's omega begging for attention. They were in there now, alone, doing Lord knows what to each other. The thought sent a shiver down his spine. "My my, someone certainly is desperate."

Society needs to change, just like our DNA does. This piece is taken from Thought Notebook Journal: Parallelism Of Cyclicality. http://thoughtnotebook.org/issue-4.html