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In 2026, love is no longer a choice - it's a calculation. At 18, the AI assigns your perfect life partner with 100% compatibility. No heartbreak. No divorce. No mistakes. But what if your heart chooses someone who doesn't exist in the system? She was matched. She was approved. She was 100% compatible. And she still said no. 💔🤖✨ Destiny was coded. But rebellion was human. #LoveAlgorithm2.0 #TechRomance #DystopianLove #GenZFiction #DestinyVsChoice #SlowBurn #Rebellion #FutureIndia

If poetry is not a flower, how is it still alive? Compilation of small poems a human never wrote. Whether it's sunset or sunrise, winter or summer, dead or alive, allow yourself, not to read these poems, but to feel them.

it was at 3 am on a rainy Tuesday that I realized I was crying because I just wanted to matter // a collection of runaway thoughts

This is a true story about my life as a 7th grader! I hope you enjoy and please give me back some feedback, good or bad I will appreciate either. Thank you.

It takes me a long time to write my stories. I write in spurts, bursts of energy which come once every few weeks. In between, I have a million thoughts in my head that come and go as they please. Every once in awhile, I'll write them down. These are my Thoughts I Never Intended to Share. A note on the cover: For my other works, I picked Romantic or Impressionists artworks. For this, I decided to go in a different direction. This is theme is called a leitmotif, or leading motive. In music, it is a phrase associated with a character or idea. This particular motif comes from Wagner's Ring Cycle, and is known simply as "Genesis." It represents the beginning of the world in a sprawling opening arpeggio, the pristine and beautiful source of all things. It is breathtakingly beautiful. I like what this motif symbolizes, and so I picked it as the cover for my thoughts, an opening motif to the world that exists inside my head. You can listen to the motif here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kK9wrEd88Ok If you would like to listen to it in the context of an actual piece, listen to Prelude and Entrance of the Gods into Valhalla: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5dsr0BUfJhk

Ever after doesn't exist for Cindrellen. There is no happy ending her her mind, it just doesn't happen. After her fathers death, her mother remarries ad man who could care less about her. With one exception of keeping the Langin name graced. And after getting sent to a private college with her step sister who will do anything to make Cin the most unpopular girl around. But what happens when Cin starts to actually enjoy the college because of one man in particular? Or will her step sister take him away from her too? Maybe, just maybe, Cin can have her own Cinderella ending.

A new collection of poetries I don't know how they keep coming, But they do So here we are again

No one ever understood me no one except my best friend Nash Grier he came around when I was in 7th grade which is the first time I cut he hated when I cut myself I could never do it around him he would freak out little did I know he was going to become my escape the reason I was alive my Therapy (Warning: sexual content mild language) © Made By: Pieceloveandboybands

Not mine but these are the ones I love and have meaning

Is this what slow peaceful death feels like? If so, I wouldn't mind dying right now. Everything seems in slow motion - only because I'm in water and currently losing consciencness. My arms and legs give up on trying to fight my way back up to reach air and fall to my sides slowly, knowing I'd never be able to resurface. The hard waves push me farther down to the floor of the ocean, forcing me to choke on gallons of salty water. I give up on focusing on keeping my heart beating and let the harsh water whip my hair around violently. I know this my last day, so I finally open my eyes to say goodbye to the ocean. That's when I see him coming towards me to save me.

What? Who? Can't answer. Real? That, neither.

the book where i pretty much ramble on and on abt whatever tf i want and also do some analysis things and some art here and there as well :3 dont forget to read my dni list too and ignore the old tags and shit as well and i hope u like my stuff and all that so yeah

Oh darn, it seems I've stopped existing

Thoughts penned and shared for everyone to muse.

I hope everyone knows knows this feeling, everyone should. Anyway! This short story is me, desperately grasping at dissipating words trying to describe the indescribable feeling you get from hearing music that makes you... well that is what it is all about... trying to put that into words!

Do you believe in elves? What about magical far off kingdoms? Layla didn't believe in anything but her boring life and awkward demeanor. That is until the dying wish of her grandmother sends an Elf Prince into her life only to turn it completely upsidedown.

Hey, a ginger here, just wanted to inform all you dudes and dudettes that us ginger buddies DO have souls. And this is me proving it.

Ariella Marie Cooper hates the school player with a passion and the feelings mutual. What will happen when these two teens who refuse to fall in love, fall so deep into love? Will they hide from the one thing they fear, or will they find out that it's all worth it in the end?