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They say the void was born hungry. A hollow thing that devours light, laughter, and the warmth of living souls. When a fragment of that darkness fell upon a carnival, it found something it had never known before-color, music, joy. It reached out like a child touching flame... and the flame burned back. Now, The Wake returns every year, a traveling festival that blooms at twilight and dies with the dawn. By day, it dazzles with color and song. By night, it feeds. The workers smile because they must. The calliope plays because it cannot stop. And when the drums begin to thunder, the void itself opens its eyes. Those who stay past sunrise are never seen again-only heard, in the laughter that keeps the void dreaming. Step right up, traveler. The show is about to begin. And once you've entered The Wake, there's no leaving the tent before the dawn.

No one at U.A. knows who her father is. At fifteen, Koko's already learned one rule: never let anyone see your hands shake. Not when your quirk can turn blood into a weapon. Not when a single touch can destroy the world around you. She hides the truth behind gloves, silence, and careful control. Because if anyone discovers she's the daughter of the most dangerous villain in history-everything will fall apart. But secrets don't stay buried forever. Heroes hunt monsters. And she might be both.

"There is no one-not two, not three-To grab my ankles, stop the spree. I ran along derailing trains;I saw a man's invading pains. I stood where no one dared to pass-In that forgotten moldy class."

Some frequencies are meant to remain dead air. It is October 1998, and Arlo Banks is suffocating in a purgatory of yellowed plastic, stale marijuana smoke, and the claustrophobic sub-basements of Channel 8. As a night-shift archival assistant and a functional burnout, Arlo escapes his mundane reality by abusing heavy strains of marijuana and diving deep into early internet lore and urban legends. When his passive-aggressive manager writes him up for unauthorized napping, Arlo retaliates by raiding a condemned sub-basement and stealing a sealed box of VHS tapes. He hopes to unearth a profitable piece of lost media to boost his reputation on the message boards. Instead, he brings home a biological puppet. The tapes contain The Happy Hollows, a rumored "Holy Grail" of lost media. But the broadcast does not stay on the screen. The footage begins to mimic Arlo's reality on a delay-a delay that is rapidly shortening. Arlo initially relies on the "Stoner Defense," rationalizing the bizarre events as weed-induced paranoia, hallucinations, or an elaborate prank. But the physical world begins to rot. His environment mutates into a tactile nightmare of "Damp Plush". Glass softens into gelatin , blood thickens into strawberry preserves , and human flesh takes on the texture of distressed velvet. Hunted through infinitely stretching hallways by a towering mascot named Uncle Corduroy and a swarm of Clay-Kin, Arlo must navigate the collapsing boundary between reality and the broadcast. He has to sever the signal before the frequency overtakes him entirely, transforming his own anatomy into polyester stuffing and rusted wire.

As the title suggests these are poems of my emotions. Some are sad, while others are happy or just neutral. I write them whenever I get an idea, and my ideas are influenced by my mood. Though not always. I like the more dark and gloomy poems so just because I have a lot of sad or gloomy poems doesn't mean I am depressed all the time. But anyway hope you guys enjoy them, and please don't copy them, if you would like to use them somewhere please ask my permission first. If I find that anyone is stealing my works I will remove them from wattpad, this includes my other books.

Long ago grave after grave after grave...coffins were destroyed in each one. Except for the very last one that contains a black crystal flower with a frozen corpse holding it. But,they never could get the crystal flower away from the corpse.Then they lost it in a sink hole at the entrance.Soon the people of Zaeria know who destroyed all of the coffins...minus the black flower.This is the work of the GraveThieves,the most notorious gang of the night itself.Until another group meets the challenge....only to find that it never happen when the GraveThieves simply disappear. Years later the Zaeria built a new cemetary,then made sure each coffin was safe.Soon after it happen,shadows of the old GraveThieves are back.This time,they will stop at nothing to claim the flower even if to destroy the coffins again.Also the group who once challenge them are now reformed and ready to defend the flower.Cause the crystal flower is a sacred legend.Some say it has the power of Darkness,while others say it can freeze people.Truth be told the flower has both powers combine into something worth claiming as their own prize.

as un-labeled ghosts roam the rooms of abandoned buildings, taken over by decay and nature, what does it feel like? or the spirits that walk up and down the hallway of places you swore you've seen before. -hey so this idea kinda just happened, the writing will probably kinda suck.

4 Poems of the cycle of life and death.

This is a collection of lyrics that pretty much describe my life perfectly. Check them out. You won't be sorry.

Not every day do you get buried alive. There's a even less of a chance of surviving. It's a shame I wasn't part of the few. ---------------------------- •THEY/THEM OC •I do not own BNHA, the series belongs to the rightful owners. •I made the cover, but I do not own the art. •I apologize if I suddenly stop updating.

You don't die until you decay. Middle school life gets weird when a girl is suddenly in a world where you aren't dead until you're literally nothing.

An old man trapped in his apartment is haunted by a stalker. He decides to take matters into his own hands, before he is driven mad.

An aging cowboy discovers an ancient Egyptian tomb buried beneath desert sands, unleashing a cursed force that claims him and leaves only his hat - and a new mummy - behind.

For how can a man appreciate a life that only gifts him with hardship

In a misty bog, archaeologists uncover a preserved ancient corpse pierced by an arrow. As night falls, the water begins to stir, and the dead man slowly returns to reclaim what was disturbed.

A bitter, aging lord, forever lamenting his lost youth, finds a young woman and holds her captive. However, he finds himself drawn to her and over time, they form a relationship. Will she be able to save him from a gruesome fate, and from himself? Sorry I suck at descriptions, haha.

but i'll still love you even after we decay. ( SLOW UPDATES ! )

“Even when you self-destruct, you want to fail more, lose more, die more than others, stink more than others.” - Don DeLillo, Cosmopolis This is a story about love and its ultimate demise.