Deepthinking Stories

Book 2 WYRM SHADOW As old enemies gather and impossible alliances are forged, every victory uncovers a deeper truth: It has already begun. Destinies are written. They are rewriting reality itself. The Children of Fate Series: She studies suffering like a science. He was born to destroy worlds. The universe decided they were each other's problem. Wednesday Santora is Woe made flesh - a Child of Fate who catalogs misery with academic precision and a straight razor that opens doors between realities. Francesco is a Black Spiral Dancer who ate a Technocracy kill-squad for breakfast and called it a networking event. When a demon frames Wednesday for leveling Chicago, the only thing standing between her and the assembled wrath of every faction in the dark is a wolf who finds her professionally fascinating. That's the problem. Days of Fate, not Days of Choice. Every move they think they're making was already written. Every alliance, every betrayal, every impossible thing that shouldn't be able to happen between two people who are constitutionally incapable of it - already decided. The Loom doesn't explain itself. It just pulls. Content: Dark fantasy, World of Darkness setting, morally complex characters, slow burn that burns the whole building down, no redemption arcs because nobody here needs redeeming - they need to be exactly what they are. "All our days have come. All our days have gone."

ملف القضية رقم (0713) مكان الحادث: ضفة نهر الهان - سيول. الضحية: السنة الأولى في مدرسة هانيول للثانوية سبب الوفاة المُعلن: انتحار. ... لكن... هل كانت حقًا كذلك؟ _______________________________________________________________________ أحببتك حتى ظننتُ أن النجاة تبدأ منك، فاكتشفتُ أن الغرق كان يحمل اسمك منذ البداية. كلما رقص، بدا وكأن الموسيقى خُلقت لتتبعه، لا ليلاحقها. حين سقطت أشعةُ الشمس على وجهها، بدا الصباح وكأنه خُلق ليُضيء ملامحها فقط. الكذب لا يقتل الحقيقة، بل يقتل الثقة. والثقة إذا ماتت، مات معها كل ما كان يُسمى حبًا. _______________________________________________________________________ ☆Lee Yi Sol☆ ☆Park Jimin☆ ☆Jeon jungkook☆ SAVE ME RIVAN 89 _______________________________________________________________________ جميع حقوق هذه الرواية محفوظة للكاتبة . هذه الرواية من وحي خيال الكاتبة، وجميع الشخصيات والأحداث والأماكن المذكورة خيالية، وأي تشابه مع أشخاص أو أحداث حقيقية هو محض صدفة. يُمنع نسخ الرواية أو إعادة نشرها أو ترجمتها أو اقتباس أجزاء منها أو تحويلها إلى أي عمل آخر دون إذن صريح من الكاتبة. --- ⚠️ تحذير المحتوى قد تحتوي هذه الرواية على مشاهد عنيفة، وأوصاف دموية، وإشارات إلى جرائم، وصدمات نفسية، ولغة قد لا تناسب جميع القراء. الرواية موجهة للقراء +16 الرواية لا تحتوي على أي مشاهد ج

❀𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕡𝕠𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕕...❀

𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈 Hansley 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍-𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌, 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗎𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 around him. 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 the 𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 of Hogwarts, w𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗌, 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖺𝗒. 𝖠𝗌 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂ns to wonder whether prophecies are ever truly written... or if they are simply stories waiting for someone to believe them. 𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡, 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚. male oc x female oc. harry potter x theatre. golden trio era x fanfic.

Thoughts cloud my mind. I find a pen and paper to be a welcome escape.

My old poems and quotes. Currently editing. Finished (2021)

A compilation of my deepest thoughts

just a deep monologue about wanting to escape your own disgusting skin (Trigger warning)

depth > surface

Poems that I've written This includes poems that I've made as songs.

Spider-noir's practiced reservation may keep him quiet, but it doesn't change the fact that he has a lot on his mind and heart - especially after returning home from Miles' dimension. Seeing as his only outlet is through writing, he collects his thoughts and experiences regarding his friends, family, jokes, and even a new love interest, all in his trustee diary.

This is not just a collection of poems It's a story, my story hidden between lines of a poem. the smiles, the cries, the board, a career, and...love. Events of life always happen unplanned. It is for those who know that smiles are not always easy- but they are always worth it. 🌼 quest started ! ~*S

About the thoughts, questions and answers I can't say. or is it philosophy they say, Deep dive of sayings. Where I pour my heart out my deepest thoughts.

This is a short poem I wrote at around 3am one morning based on personal experiences. Deals with deep issues, do don't read if you find that material offensive or upsetting. Please review. This is one of the first poems I've every written and I would appreciate feedback, critique etc.

it is kinda depressing

A collection of poems I've written through the years and am still writing.

Here is a book where I just write my feelings and try to make it sound poetic and tumblr but it's really trash and stupid

All Sommer and Niall wanted to do was fly.... they wanted to break out of their shell like a new born baby bird and well, FLY. Not fly as in well literally fly, But fly as in wanting to do something out of the comfort zone, or just come out and be themselves. Even though they don't know each other....YET they might learn to fly or fall ...

Thoughts put to paper

a story about a traveler that goes around, meeting new people, and never wishes to know the names of the places he goes to why does he travel, you may ask? perhaps it depends on the way you perceive it; how you perceive him as a person, and why he does the things he does I guess, in the end, that is for you to decide