Dichotomy Stories

They call each other sisters. But in the dark, they share a language no one else understands. Elena Ves designs light and mirrors for a living-yet she can't escape the cracks in her own reflection. When Vera, the girl she grew up calling "sister," returns to New York, Elena is forced to confront the one truth she's spent years hiding: she's in love with the woman who shares her childhood-and her mother's table. What starts as a forbidden touch becomes a slow, aching dance of guilt, intimacy, and quiet devastation. But when a hidden letter from Vera's dead mother reveals a secret that changes everything, Elena must choose: the life she's built, or the woman she was never supposed to love. In a world of red lights, broken tattoos, and fogged windows, they are each other's mirror-and each other's wound. A dark, literary WLW romance about chosen family, forbidden love, and the terrifying beauty of being truly seen. #WLW #Sapphic #SlowBurn #ForbiddenLove #Romance #Psychological #FamilySecrets #NewYork #Queer #Emotional

Two people with polar opposite minds try to navigate the world around them as it slowly changes while also growing together despite their differences. How does one make the air around them blossom when the roots are so far apart? As we dive into the dichotomy of reality, one of jaded realism and the other of upbeat optimism, we see how one world thrives and how many mold together. Will love be found? Let us see.

To the person who touches the intangible: Our moments were stardust Our love was celestial Our universe was a sudden gush of love and a meeting of two souls Our history will remain as one of the brightest ethereality mortality could witness - Stardust, Memoirs 12/29/17

You could look up at the stars that speckle the night sky and observe the same thing as everyone else. There is distance spaced between the heavens and the ground upon which you are standing. It is easy to imagine that there must be something more complex thriving out in the vastness of that space, under the light of those small orbs that are only mocking and miniaturizing their actual state... What if this 'more' was defined by beings that were purely righteous and purely wicked, unable to fight their nature because there is none other to covert to? Alatariel Oronra is one such being, trapped in an endless celestial battle between light and dark, forced to roam the realms and discover the truths about her enemy and the deceptions of her own kind.

Set in a fantasy world not unlike ours, follow Dayna Vasileva as he struggles against the confines of his birth, discovers his nature, and experience life in it's rawest form.

This is probably more of a vignette than a short story. I was inspired by a game, where it had this one lonely house that a dark figure sometimes visited in memory of someone who still remained there ... forever. A testament to a lost love lost from one individual's fall from grace.

The dichotomy of rust By james a. galgano A world that begins without promise anyone is able to see. A child clings to parents' fingers searching for love's warm eternal embrace. Flash forward to puberty many times this child is left waiting for anyone to reach for his or her trembling eyes. Often one is left to think these adults or grown children have forgotten the pain of negligence and lies. Life has become an endless dilemma searching for reason and or solution or is portrayed on internet for follower or like Is this what we all have become as we cling to our broken promises or dreams on spirits which capture our dark night. This was never how life was to be lived where everyone is either so hurt or so reluctant to forgive! Sure, this might be overblown but have you read the news if you are still even able to read The world is severely divided by false prophets, billionaire nuts, or the rest of us if have all by them been deceived? Yet, rather than target those who have been responsible for meting out all this sorrow or pain. We turn against each other we who have no blemish or blame but being born a certain color, religion, culture or mindset as if that is even a real reason. Think about it humans have been on this planet close to 6 million years and still we refuse to admit these idiots with all the money are the problem now the rest of us. This is the black and white color we all must see after all this is what these criminals have done to us all since life's first century. What will we all do now get rid of this wealthy rust and move forward to a better place to be? (only time will tell, if it would speak)

This Poem is how The Author CReality feels about past relationships, And their Inability to understand the dichotomy between pain and love. Hoping one person is Helped or even Understands the piece that I put out. Thank You - CREALITY

A tale of Gods and Men, and monsters on both sides. Embrace the false dichotomy.

Author's Note: This poem was a part of a collection that I wrote in middle school. It was actually in the same collection as the poem, Pathway of Time. I forgot what type of poem it is because it is not free verse and the wrapping of the lines is intentional. As I read it now, I am struck by all of the dichotomies: fire can be both a destructive and creative force, nature vs modernity and the ways in which humanity is a part of that, chaos and order, and real and supernatural (with the talk of fairies near the end). It is a sort of an "everything and nothing" poem. It has a prose structure, but it is broken up in the middle of the sentences. As you read the poem, think about the dichotomies in yourself and your own life. How are you walking in the forest?

Difference is what makes a relationship all the better. Jimin x Namjoon

enjoy some of my poetry

Following in a similar vein to the previous two poems, For Living delves, briefly, into the purpose of life itself, with a markedly hopeful tone

New York, this concrete jungle is where some of the best prey call home, at least in the eyes of Savanna. Normally its inhabitants are regarded as some of the fiercest predators around; but by night, Savanna is able to appeal to that predatory nature with her display of vulnerability. Once entranced by Savanna's performance, she robs and deceives these men. This is the life she is used to, one she lives so mercilessly, that is until she finally meets her match.

Angel Foster's debut poetry collection under her new pen name, she describes a detailed depiction of being love lost and choosing between the good and the light.

In a kingdom ruled by illusion, she'll become the perfect lie. Five years ago, Lydia Oleander lost everything in a fire, the boy who gave her a key around her neck, the father who never truly came back, and the mother who vanished with the smoke. Now, the kingdom mourns what was lost by hosting annual balls and shallow toasts, but Lydia knows grief doesn't wear black and dance beneath chandeliers. Grief burns. And she's still burning. When the king recruits her to spy on the estranged, dangerous villain Azrael, Lydia agrees, determined to see the downfall of the man who made her lose everything she once held close. Gaining his trust will be easy, after all, Lydia has been playing this game for years, she's always been good at pretending. Innocent. Obedient. Sweet. But the longer she stays, the more dangerous the game becomes. Secrets spiral. Dreams bleed into waking. And Azrael might not be the only monster out there...

I am going to upload my poems which I wrote in the past, writing in the present and will write in the future.

Adrian, a young guy, is abruptly pulled from his regular existence and placed in an exceptional role in the parallel Earth, wherein cosmic influences determine fates. He has now become Lucifer, the fallen angel, and has been given the job of evaluating humanity's character and suitability for paradise after being chosen by the mysterious higher beings. His mission: to tempt individuals away from the righteous path and thereby assess their true nature. Adrian emerges on a parallel Earth, brimming with divine power, but he also carries the weight of his appointed task. Both Lucifer and a part of his ordinary self, remain in him. As he battles with this paradox, he comes across souls at a crossroads-people who are dealing with their own troubles, bad luck, or moral quandaries. Adrian must choose whether to follow the heavenly command to seduce them into sin or to step in and guide them towards redemption. Adrian encounters individuals from all walks of life and sees all the beauty and the sorrow that are part of the existence of humans. With each encounter, Adrian is forced to wrestle with the nuances of morality, empathy, and the range of morally acceptable behaviour. note: I've never taken writing a novel seriously before, but I am now. Hope you enjoy it and help me out. It's not a cover I own. Franz Stuck, a German painter and one of the Munich Secession's founding members, completed it (Lucifer) in 1890.