Existance Stories

The local quarry is not what it seems.

Collection of sonnets

A story of a woman who wished to end her pain and wanted to quit living until she met the man who will do everything to extend the life of his beloved.

Society was supposed to be a stable thing, no movement, you were born into your position and you stayed there, everybody content with that. Ivy had been born low, the lowest of the low and William a rich man's son. Life had never been easy for either, but together, it was a little more bearable.

Unknown Instincts mixed with an undefined Unconsciously Counscious Thoughts .

This is a poem about the contradictions and irony in the world. How something as beautiful as a clear blue sky can hover over something as horrifying as human actions throughout history.

Highest rank: #660 in poetry. When you're empty you think, you have that enormous bulk resting, causing that stir in your head....Deep somewhere.

Janelyn Cazar is a simple Woman who live in a simple world---- Oh let me correct it. who live in a cruel world. Siya na yata ang pinakamalas na Babae sa buong mundo at lalong nadagdagan ang sakit ng ulo niya ng dumating sa buhay niya ang napakahangin at napakagwapo na napakahot na lalaki, Hasler Hernandez. Hasler Hernandez, One of a prince in Vampire world, Wala itong paki sa mga babaeng nagkakagusto sa kanya. Just plain sex plain Fuck. Until He met this simple woman that not interested on him.Just a plain Letseng Lalaki! he tried to get her attention but Loving that girl is not on his plan. He keep his eyes oh that simple girl. Janelyn Cazar. Bilang isang DOLE. Hindi niya na pa hahayaang mawala ang babaeng unang nagpatibok ng tanga niyang puso. He's so teritorial and Get what he wants. and no one can stop him! except kay Janus-,- here you go!! my second story! hope you like it guys.😂😘💕

You know, its been a bit hard ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ WARNING: MENTION OF DEPRESSION, SELF HARM, AND SUICIDE

basically the diary of my life an rants I guess

Lies. Aisling hates them and to find out the truth about herself might be one of the most difficulties thing ever. As she travels to past civilizations she and others, archeologists, uncover a place were a physical death exists. There death reveal a more deeper mystery about herself. Who is she? Why doesn't she exist in deaths record? And what else is death hiding? Something isn't right here and she plans to find out the truth. Aisling needs to dig into her past to find clues about her father. Who, or what ever he is? From there she could begin to solve not just the mystery of herself but of her world, Aura. There is no harm in learning the truth, or is there.

Agent 8 cannot remember much about her past, but she recalls one Octoling, someone she used to call friend. Having stopped the rogue AI Tartar, completed every test, recovered every Mem Cake and found a new life in Inkopolis, Agent 8 feels like she has no purpose left other than find this long lost friend and uncover her past. But what she uncovers might not exactly be pleasant...

A very small poem by me