Истории Decadence

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This is an old piece but anywhere I post my writing I post this, it's one of my favorites. The explanation is at the bottom.

Short-story, excerpt, opening

The complexity of being, in this world it can sometimes be difficult to even exist. A little prose about how difficult it is to be.

A city scorched by sun and politics. Magic folded into science. Bureaucracy wearing revolutionary masks. In this cycle of intertwined stories, characters move through eroding regimes, clandestine research, and the quiet violence of loyalty and betrayal. Gender, power, and identity blur at the edges, leaving room for irreverence, decadence, and moments of raw connection. Written in a style that balances intellectual rigor with sensual detail, this is prose for those drawn to political intrigue, queer realities, and the delicate tension between resistance and complicity. Nothing is pure. Everything matters. And sometimes, truth arrives-in capital letters.

I don't know how anyone will take this, but I think that this little blip emphasizes today's society, where models, that are supposed to influence young ladies, are forced to be something that is near impossible to achieve, when in actuality imperfection is what makes us perfect.

Decadence is my 3rd creation submitted for the Record of Ragnarok / Shuumatsu No Valkyrie fanevent ( ROR AU Week 2021 ) on Twitter and based on prompts by @rorweek2021 from 21st October - 27th October 2021. Day 3 is Idol AU. This fanfiction features Beelzebub as the main character. Hope you enjoy reading this and have fun with the event~! Published on 23rd October 2021.

Politics, I hear is not an experience for the weak at heart. some people are made while some were self made. But in an hopeless situation of the political imbalance of the country of Abinsol. The people have no choice but to continue with the trend laid down by the people they looked up to as a point of emulation. Here, a journalist narrates his ordeals of survival amidst the state of pandemonium. Please vote and comment to lemme know how i'm doing with the book.

A series of hopeful/ hopeless short stories about our inner universe and the challenges we can't escape from.

An article about the unruly behaviors of young nurses in our public hospitals. This piece has been inspired by the way our old people are treated disrespectfully.

Dexter Williams lived his life in search of pleasure. Seeking shadows and dust beneath the glowing facades. He saw beauty where others saw the spoiled remnants of society. He saw Andy, he saw himself, but most of all, he saw the stars at night.

This is a compilation of poetry and thoughs. All rights belong to the author. (Except for the cover.)

The seventeen-year old is Queen. She should be happy about that, right? She's not only married but she's married to the king. She's not only married but she's married to the king. She's got a husband who has money and power and rank. Someone she can honour and obey and give herself to. Someone who will provide for her as long as she stays in line. As long as she stayed quiet, stays submissive, stays without an opinion, stays calm and ladylike and (of course) beautiful. As long as she stays worthy of love, worthy of belonging, worthy of what he gives to her. The seventeen-year old is Queen. That means she has giant, ornate palaces, crystal chandeliers, hundreds of dresses, and a bunch of food she can't actually eat but can indeed stare at (fat women aren't attractive after all). The peasants, the people lower down on the hierarchy, don't have that. They don't have food, often, as the price of bread can soar too high for them to buy it. They don't have warmth in the winter, or medicine for when they're sick. What they do have is hard work. Hard work and calloused palms, calloused fingers, calloused feet. And her heart reaches out to them. But what does her heart know? It's not her place to have opinions. She has to be loyal. To her man. ... Unless... unless her loyalty truly belongs with someone else. Maybe the thing she has to be is brave.

Where Namjoon finds something in their bedroom late at night. [Short story made for a class assignment] @yourspanishunnie

The story begins with Fleur, a young heiress to the fortunes of her wealthy family. She spent the majority of her life in Paris, isolated from her parents who were devoted to mingling with the well to do. Fleur quickly takes after her mother, spending most of her time as a wild socialite and a well known flirt. Her father becomes concerned for her future, so he writes to his sister to take Fleur to her estate in England so Fleur can focus on her studies with a private Governess. One night, when Fleur's mother decides to announce that she is a supporter of the suffragette moment, her father sends Fleur away from her mother as a punishment for his radical wife. Fleur's story is one of personal growth and intrigue, as she is surrounded by a new, borderline ethereal world and its new, simplistically elegant people. She devotes herself to restoring her Aunt's long abandoned cottage, behind her Aunt's estate and close to a well populated village. But when Fleur and her new friends begin investigating things that were never meant for them to see, they are faced with the opportunity to change the fate of souls that were as lost as them. The opportunity to save the future, by uncovering the past.

à travers cette composition il s'agissait de traité divers thématique notamment la décadence de la société sous-couvert de "civilisation", l'ingratitude humaine, la tromperie de la croyance chrétienne, la déchéance de la communauté, et enfin la supériorité divine !

Elise begins her first year at a new school, in a new town, with the promise of a new start. But ambitions quickly crumble as she falls into her old habits; the nightmares of her past begin to materialize before her once again. Aided by a mysterious force of darkness, Elise must embrace the hideous ghosts that haunt her in order to carve a path through the weave of fate, and free her from the shackles of destiny.