Истории Escapism

fifteen-year-old hiro takamine stands between the music that moves him and the ring that could break him, though one wrong step transports him in a completely different dimension. branded with the mark of the sanguine, he fights himself on whether to return home to his friends or endure life in the far away world of messorem.

I used to move through things without really stopping. Days came and went, and I let them. It was easier that way. Nothing asked too much of me, and I didn't ask much back. If something slipped away, I told myself it was fine. Most things are. Somewhere along the way, though, I started noticing how quiet moments linger longer than they should. How certain thoughts don't disappear just because you ignore them. How even small things leave behind a shape when they're gone. I don't think I changed all at once. I'm still much the same. But, it was more like slowing down without meaning to. Letting my eyes rest on things for an extra second. Feeling something soften, just a little, before moving on. And I just wonder, when something small disappears from your days, do you feel it leave?

Dive into a rich, highly-developed fantasy world and follow the misadventures of a disaffected middle school girl named Scarlet. See her attempts to navigate the complex and relatable pitfalls of teen-hood, set against the backdrop of occasionally having to slay a dragon.

In spring it blossoms, but in winter it really thrives, as cold as the mountain top, and as beautiful from the view at the top. It was as green as grass. But bluer than skies. When the leaves were carried by the wind, when flowers bloom slowly again, when rain made a soft but true melody, or when snow was full of memories. Is when the lotus appears, born from dirt and mud, but somehow springs up to grow as a beautiful flower. Loved by all, but themselve. The lotus can smile, but are they really happy? The lotus can cry, but are they really sad? The lotus can feel nothing, but aren't they just feeling too much? Between Hope and Reality is an ongoing journey through thoughts, emotions, and quiet truths. Blending reflection with personal honesty, each chapter explores themes of loneliness, hope, healing, and what it means to simply be human. This is not a finished story-new chapters will continue to unfold, piece by piece, as life does. It's for anyone who's ever felt out of place, dreamed of something more, or fought to keep going when it would've been easier to stop. Each entry is written with care, from the heart. Thank you for walking this path with me-one chapter at a time. (First published on Wattpad by Distinct-unique_bird. If you're reading this anywhere else, it was taken without my permission.)

just poems, a self-made poems by me and dedicated to no one , ( enjoy the irony).

Salt, vinegar, everything sinister, a signal, a mad scientist and three marginals. That is all it takes to make villains. In a world shattered from the inside, where everyone seems to be under the control of the signal Tower and escape the reality, Berserk, Brat and Brute try to find their own way, dealing with their fights and their goals. Because a person is whole universe. Tw: childhood traumas, eating disorders, mutilation... (If you want to understand the lore go read The PowerPuff Girls, not really necessary, but can be useful) The characters don't belong to me, but to Craig McCracken neither the cover (IG: Racketballs). The world building is inspired from Little nightmares. I apologize in advance for the mistakes and grammatical errors. I'm not an English speaker.

A collection of mini poetry and prose .✨ (The images used do not belong to me. They're from Google.)

This story is close to my heart-based on real people, real moments, and real events. I started writing it when I was 15, just scattered pieces on scraps of paper, notes scribbled in journals, and the words I poured into my dear diaries. Please note: This story explores mature themes, including smoking, drug use, and violence. It captures the gritty realities of youth and rebellion. If these topics are sensitive for you, please read with care. ****** In a tight-knit suburban neighborhood, a group of teenagers calling themselves the DS navigate the blurred line between innocence and rebellion. Hidden by dense woods and metal fences, the train tracks are a place of freedom, danger, and secrets. It's where they go to drink, smoke, dream, and dare the world to stop them. At the center of the story is Michael, a complicated and charismatic boy, who stands apart from the rest of the group. Manera, a thoughtful and observant girl, is drawn into their hidden world of train tracks, late-night gatherings, and fleeting thrills. The train tracks, a place of secrecy and escape, become the backdrop for friendships, betrayals, and desires that will shape them all. Train Tracks is more than just a novel-it's a world. It's a raw, gritty, and deeply nostalgic exploration of youth, rebellion, and the bittersweet nature of growing up.

I HAVE ABANDONED THIS ABOMINATION FOR YEARS NOW!! I would continue it now that I remember it exists but I lost my doc that had it wip and don't have the energy to look for it. (Aug. 16, 2024) Our main character, Evaleen Aundrea Love, finds herself in a new world in the midst of a war that has been going on for almost 300 years. She faces prophecy, revelations about her past, a snarky yet unfairly handsome enemy prince, and the fact she's missing so much school for this adventure! How will she deal with all of this? Find out as we journey through the fantastical tale Of Kingdoms and Cries!

A fanfic author and her cat welcome escape in her tropical alternate universe, in a series of short chapters.

Beachy story of two girls, When Nicoletta moves to Montauk and lays eye on Ocean the bundle of join she can't help but get curious about her.

The mind is no place for poisonous thoughts, and so paper and ink is where it shall exist. These are my inner thoughts which I am yet to share till now. My lowest points and my highest points, and everything in between are here..

The life we are in right now, can we break free from it? can we change the decisions? right the wrongs?but more importantly...what if we can? what if we do in fact RUN AWAY?...inspired from TXTs storyline. hope moas can find the hidden refrences of MVs.

Some poems written by me

It was only a joke when Jane said she’d someday rule the world. However, after accidently making the right friends and discovering the secret they all had in common, she finds herself the official dictator of planet earth.

I wrote as my escape, i hope you enjoy it and i hope someone out there feels seen. When I wrote this book, I had imageries appearing in my head. A woman who sits on a concrete wall where her lover used to rest their head. Wondering where your life went on a late summers evening. Briefly forgetting your life as you feel the adrenaline of plunging into ice-cold water outdoors as seagulls fly over your head. Being stuck between the past and future, and the fear of the present that comes with it. I wanted this book to feel like reflecting on your life in late summer, when you can walk through the streets at dusk and watch the sun fade being the buildings, just like you watched your life slip away. In this book I talk about learning to be okay with endings and change, enjoying everything; even the bad, trusting the process and learning what to hold onto and what to let go.

A book that is devoted to my love of George Mackay and that everything will be okay in the end :)

Tell me where was it my fault, In loving you with my whole heart? Oh tell me now where was my fault? In loving you with my whole heart. Oh tell me now. Created by: SOAPCRAICALAKA BOOK 2 IN THE [HANGER IN A CLOSET] SERIES

Girl goes back to her flat in Valencia and gets to know someone better.

Venture into some of the weirdest, obscure medical case studies known till date Laugh, cry, enrage and relate with the patients as we view the complexities of the human mind. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED, CONTAINS SCENES OF GORE AND GRAPHIC VIOLENCE (Note: Every person and case study is purely fictional)