Expressionless Stories

TW book of Relatible poems but they're all connected and based on real life.

"What's your name?" The half-blood blinked-she'd never heard that one before. "Get down on your knees" and "Hurry up" and even "DIE YOU FILTHY SCUM" were the usual ones for her. But "What's your name"? What a commodity. "Why aren't you speaking?" Again, she blinked. Had he never owned a slave before? How unusual-why bother getting one in the first place if you are ignorant at how to treat it? Furthermore, she had yet to see any of the items that were characteristic with being a slave owner: whips, clubs, hot iron, etc... The only thing he could really punish her with could be the stoker for the fireplace, but even that seemed like a minimal threat to her. Seeing his mounting confusion and fascinated by his lack of domination, the half-blood eventually pointed to her collar, in hopes of reminding him of what the handler had said. Realization overcame his young face in the form of a blush, and he questioned with a stutter, "You need permission...? Oh! I-I apologize, I've never done this before... Um... you may respond. Please answer my question..." She stared at him with a fascinated expression for a bit longer, and then nodded, tilted her head, inhaling and exhaling the air with freed relish for a little bit, and then, with a voice that was like vanilla in its sweetness, spoke: "I don't have one." ----- Hated and despised for being a halfblooded vampire, she eventually is bought and saved by a rare pureblood. It is there she gains a name: Ilene.

some random and personal short writings :) ˗ˏˋ © seoulgukˎˊ˗

My perspective and personal issues of life in the form of literature.

this time,i'm attempting to create a new book,although this is different from the other one,i don't know what to call this,i'll just express my unexplainable feelings towards this woman,she's not gonna notice this dont worry. And dont show this to her if you know her,she'll avoid me more,i know my boundaries,i actually felt bad for myself because i did something wrong to her by crossing the line

It doesn't make sense. when I say it, it doesn't make sense. I don't even think about it before saying it.

wings of freedom

Enter my thoughts

Telling the world how I really feel by writing short paragraphs.

*SLOW UPDATES* *INCLUDES CREEPYPASTA* (Duh) Not that crappy "I'll try writing a story with gore and a murderer!" *Labels it Creepypasta anyways when it's just ridiculously unrealistic* I'll be putting famous Creepypastas and some unknown ones. I might post (maybe) one of my own or even yours if you want me to. Pictures/videos included in most chapters! Ps. If you DM me one of your Creepypastas, I will include it under your name. [Most credit goes to Creepypasta.com or said otherwise]

Imagine a world full of no emotions. No ways to express your feelings. Just a boring world. No excitement, no happiness, no pain, and no love. Amy, an average girl lives in a boring planet called Nuron. She comes across two guys named Narrick and Gavin, who told her that they were from a different planet and have been sent to Nuron to help the planet from danger, as a job. Soon, these people help change Amy's planet, giving it emotions. Amy discovers life.

everything i'm thinking but have no place to say

A short free verse poem for a first timer like me😊

flow

Mhira is an expressionless type girl she only speak when she wants to. Even in that behavior she has a lot of admirers and she never entertain anyone of them. But someone's caught her attention and it was their class president in their room. How would she able to express her feeling when she didn't even know how to express it?

Suka? Cinta? Setakat ni, tak pernah lagi dia merasa perasaan sebegitu terhadap orang lain selain family dia. Dan sengaja dia keraskan hati, langsung tak memberi peluang kepada dirinya untuk bercinta. Tapi, ada orang kata, kalau terlalu benci, perasaan itu boleh jadi cinta. Dan ada juga orang kata, apabila seorang lelaki dan seorang perempuan berkawan, jangan terlalu rapat, takut muncul perasaan yang bernama cinta. Ini bukan cerita klise seseorang jatuh cinta. Ini cerita seorang perempuan berhati batu belajar mencari cinta. Auni Aulia, dalam keras hatinya, dalam beku matanya, dalam tegang mukanya, ternyata masih punya hati dan perasaan. Dan tipulah dia jika dia tiada rasa ingin bercinta. Siapakah kita sebagai hamba-Nya untuk menidakkan fitrahnya.

A story told through the use of poetry.