Discontent Stories

To the reveal of my heart That will undoubtedly, for certain Take dead out of the sea And the darkness from the arts :./,-':./,-':./,-':./,-':./,-':./,-':./,-'

You can't always have what you want, or always want what you have.

Bei ying was shocked and asked "who are you young master?'' The rain started to fall heavily. The both were gazing at each other. The young man moved his head to the side and said breaking the silence "someone you used to know'' his voice was bit thick and calm. Bei ying was surprised and startled from his sudden reply. "w-what? But I don't recognize you as your face is covered,may i see it?" while talking he tried to step towards the man as if to move the face mask away. But the man was faster that he moved sword blade closer to bei ying, his eyes looked so guarded and stern all of a sudden. As Bei ying felt he was unwilling to show his identity he decided to change the subject. A/N : so this is a historical fiction. all the names and places were made up by me. I'm so sorry about my grammar mistakes. I wrote this like a chinese ancient fiction. so yeahh i wrote it including cultivation and spiritual powers. i hope you guys will enjoy it.so here you go!! ♡(∩o∩)♡ And if you like this don't Forget to vote,comment and share!!♥

Wrote this at midnight, thought I would share.

In the world of man she was stuck, following the rules of a committed wife while the husband did as he pleased and broke every vow sending her into the hell of a life that mirrored a never ending run on sentence.

A story based on the day to day life of our introverted protagonist, Raphael, who cannot express himself in front of others even if he has a huge desire to do so. At the end of middle school, he experiences tension with his friends and ends middle school in a not so desirable manner. But he meets a girl, Natasha and this meeting changes his life. ( All the pictures used belong to their respective owners.)

Written back in May 5, 2023. I don't remember what happened, but it seems that I was a tiny bit discontent with what I was either seeing, hearing or feeling. Anyways... what the hell was happening to me? Also, for those who can't interpret irony, sarcasm and metaphors, don't take words, phrases and emotions at face value. Think about what reaches your brain. Think. Because, if you're human, that's a default skill you have, you just need to practice it.

[TW // descripciones gráficas, asesinatos, violencia, venting] sobre hogueras y espinas. y ese recuerdo, aunque te deprima. about tears and voids, and the tone of their voice. sobre el frío que cala en los huesos, y aquello que te carcome el cerebro. that old fear and the last echoes of what it was. about the person you thought this time would last.

idk i jus got here

"The things in life that make me happy, are more than likely too good to be true." [intentionally all lower case] [ 811 in poetry as of 12-18-14 ]

There is a white chair in my room, where I find comfort sitting. Not only do I find solace in that chair but I get lots of ideas when I settle in for meditation. So these are a collection of articles-poems-quotes and random things that I write in my favorite chair.

A simple story I had to write for a group I'm in, it's silly and quite ridiculous, but I loved it enough to put it on here. Also my friends requested I publish it.

Alice, victim number one of the new age of schooling, is introduced into the world of punk, underground life and sweet lesbian love. Discovering new things about her life, the world and herself, her mind expands as she explores the wisdomful world of artificial happiness.

I've been feeling discontent for a while now. I try to get out of there but I'm trapped in my mind, and I can't really enjoy anything.