Disillusion Stories

Based on real stories... Not suitable for readers under 16 years old. I spent a long time trying to understand how I ended up here. Whether it was love, loneliness, fate... or simply coincidences that I insisted on calling a story. For years, people came into and left my life like seasons that never stay for too long. Some left gentle marks, others left scars that took me years to understand. And there were those who, even after leaving, never truly disappeared from inside me. I confused feelings. I confused presence with permanence. I confused care with love. And I confused longing with destiny. There was a boy from my childhood who never stopped existing in my memory, even after disappearing from my life without explanation. There was another who appeared in the middle of chaos, made me laugh when I no longer knew how, and later showed me that not every feeling is enough to hold two people together. And there were also those moments when I thought I was living a dream... until I realized dreams can hurt too. I grew up believing love was about intensity. Later, I discovered it was also about absence. And even later, I understood it was about choices. I wasn't always strong. Most of the time, I was only trying not to fall apart while pretending everything was fine. And between falls, silences, and new beginnings, I was losing myself... and finding myself at the same time. Today, looking back, I realize it was never about who stayed or who left. It was about what remained inside me. And maybe this story isn't about them. Maybe it's about everything I needed to learn in order to finally understand a question that has followed me since the beginning: What are we, really?

"Fragments of Repulsion: A Journey Through Disgust" challenges readers to confront uncomfortable truths, evoking a range of emotions from repulsion to empathy. It serves as a stark reminder of the consequences of indifference and a call to action, reminding us that even amidst the most repugnant circumstances, there is always the potential for transformation and redemption.

The Weight of Umbrellas is a lyrical tale of longing and disillusionment, set against the backdrop of Andhra Pradesh from the 1980s to the 2010s. For thirty years, Nitya carries within her an imagined love-an idea nurtured in silence and distance. When reality finally arrives, it bears the weight not of poetry but of ledgers and practicalities. This is not a story of marriage fulfilled, but of how dreams themselves can be the purest form of love-fragile, elusive, and ultimately, enough.

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It is the last year of school, changes are afoot and everything new is awaited with great expectation, "everything" except love. Caroline is used to the order of her life and enjoys the stability she has, especially the control of her emotions because in her seventeen years she has never known love, until it comes into her life: Him! Rudolph is a rebellious, unstable and tremendously capricious young man, his parents no longer know what to do with him or how to help him be someone in life, there is no passion in the boy and the only visibly "good" thing he has is his unquestionable physical attractiveness. "I bet your Love" is a story filled with a multitude of intense emotions, (most of them unknown to the protagonists and those around them), important decisions for those who begin to know the meaning of their lives and the encounter with the most beautiful and cruel truth. Inspired on real facts and with tinges of fiction so that the reader can better enjoy this adventure of first love. © Copyright.

"Let's play a game," he whispers playfully into my ear. I hum and turn my head, "Twenty-two questions?" I ask instantly, a grin tugging at the edges of my cheeks. He smiles adorably, again, indicating a yes as he nods. My stomach flutters as his smile melts my heart. He snakes his arm around my waist in a hug. Oh Irene please let me stay here. "What do your lips taste like?" I shake my head and he releases his hold of me. Nooo. I knit my eyebrows together. I move and lean on the door frame facing him from the opposite, "I don't know... why don't you taste them for me," I hint, a cheeky smile creeping onto my face once again. He leans forward, smirking as he steps forward getting closer to my face. His breath hits my face, he slides his arm around my back and then unexpectedly he bites my lip. "Mmm... mango," he says softly. He then presses his lips up to mine and our lips intertwine, I wrap my hands around his neck as I savour our kiss. +++ Twenty-four-year-old Aphmau Jessica Pheonix finds herself at the beginning of a new relationship, being in a new relationship meant she had finally chosen between Laurance, Garroth & Aaron. Aaron captured her heart when he asked her to be his girlfriend at the convention a month ago and life has never been better. But when strange things start happening with Aphmau, everyone begins to question what's wrong with her. Unfortunately, the unexpected happens and Aaron and Aphmau's relationship takes a harsh turn. And as more ships begin to sail, read on to find out which hearts get mended, broken, and even stolen. This Fan Fiction is based on the MyStreet series and mixed with some of Minecraft Diaries. A/N: In all honesty, even though I write the storyline of this book, all of the characters & other features of this book belong to Aphmau herself. ©2016-2017 *This book may or may not be discontinued so please don't get your hopes up.*

This is Part 1 of a multi part explanation as to man's behavior on his floating rock he has cleverly dubbed Earth. This piece dispels many universally accepted theories on a number of issues and beliefs. There is no fiction here, no stretching of the imagination. Just common sense conclusions based on published, scholarly research. The facts are offered in a readable story like presentation to appeal to all audiences.

Poems about a sputtering engine of a soul. (c) Avollea 2015

Say, a server in a hotel, if only he senses his service at the tables as a contribution to the society at large, notwithstanding his modest earnings, still the quality of his fulfillment could be immeasurable. Thus, expanding on Peter Drucker's 'a first-rate truck driver is better than a tenth-rate executive' we can say that the former could feel fulfilled on account of his sense of contribution, which would be beyond the grasp of the latter despite his material overreach. So, that is how the sense of contribution is the source of fulfillment in life that mere contentment cannot bring about.

To save your world- you asked this man to die, would he, could he see you now, ask why? W.H.Auden -

Part II in a series. EBH woke and found himself alone and afraid on a strange, yet sustaining floating rock. But, don't feel sorry for him just yet, he's about to surprise everyone, including himself.

The truth is always a little further away than we think, but madness helps

Life is rough. But you don't have to go through it alone. Let's all talk about it. Here is something somewhat like a journal. I'll update on my life, you can send requests for things you want me to publish in it (A quote, a story from your day, analogies, your feelings, etc.) The comments section is a space for conversation and support.

Four men, traumatized and wrecked from war, disillusioned and disoriented, stumble into a forest clearing. The war fades away, the censors disappear, and four distinct, troubled men emerge. With no chain of command and no fear of oppression, what will they say, what will they do, and would they ever leave the safety of the war-less clearing?

It is a world of both machine-guns and magic, and it is a world at war. One soldier - a powerful mage - believes she can turn the tide of the war with knowledge and experience from another world. Is one soldier enough to win a war, or is fate too strong an adversary?

If this were Ancient Greece, what heroes and myths would we be creating to explain our current universe? This poetry series deals with the current state of the Hero myth in modern western society. Do we still believe in real-life heroes today? Do we reserve this thought only for films and fiction and a source of entertainment? Why have our ideals about North American freedom and opportunity become so cynical and pessimistic and conservative? For more details: https://anamericanhero.wordpress.com/

Drabble. Love never happens the way it does in fairy tales.

What is the glistening light that is reflected when one is stranded in the desert? Is it worth walking towards mirages or is it the miracle that breathes into you as you step forward With every ounce of strength and leftover courage, I guess one will never know Not before I step forward.....

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