Hedonism قصص

Yingul catre yangul ei, nu exista decat o singura solutie pentru razboiul dintre ei: moartea lor.

some monsters hide under beds, others hide inside wardrobes or closets and there are those who hide behind eyelids and under tongues © abenlys

Let me tell you about about a place, a mythical island. The ground is meant for much more than to step on, instead the land feels you. The lakes and rivers are also meant for more than for just bathing, its waters are used to caress you. Even the wind that blows on your skin is like a whisper. This land is alive for the very spirit of the island is in every rock, every drop of water, and each blade of grass. No one comes to the island by accident. On this island, the local beliefs and traditions may very well be viewed as taboo by modern society. However in this place nothing is taboo. Instead those that inhabit the island are free from the constraints of modern judgement. Those that live among the island are liberated from such notions of taboo. No fruit is forbidden. Those that come into the domain of the island are destined for the land to be their new home. This is the story of those that have been recently summoned. Though they have yet to realize their invitation as their ship, a pleasure cruise liner named the Serendipitous Voyage is making its way through the Mediterranean sea into an unpredicted storm. This is the story of those coming to the island and this is their story.

Figure out how hour world goes back like it was 30000 year a go.

A former geneticists and a young girl crash-land on a distant moon. Although thought to be uninhabitable, the moon is covered in lush and deadly red flora. The two must trek through this land in search for a way off, though they may be entangled in a larger ploy encircling the mysteries of this world. The Dawn Breaks examines the consequences and banality of hedonism, the consequences of speciesism and factionalism and the far-reaching ramifications of modern ignorance.

For Sullivan and Awa. In memory of Guy. (List of the painting used at the end) Version française publiée sur mon profil.

It's the year 2070, where American society has long pushed past the age of labor. The people of the USA live their days enslaved to technology and hedonism, stuck in an innocently catastrophic epidemic of consumerism. The Grid lies in the United States National Power Plant in Los Angeles, where all of the power in America functions. Only five federal electricians in the country, including a man named Yuri Ilyanov, have access to The Grid. So what happens when The Grid is destroyed and technology is gone?

The year is 1951, The Arrangement has been in place for several centuries, and for the first time ever Crowley decides to watch Aziraphale perform a temptation. Secretly, of course.

A series of fictional dialogues between Eudoxus of Cnidus and Aratus of Soli. Follow along with the two as they explore the lost teachings of Eudoxus.

This is a compilation of the prose/poems that I've written. They all tell a story, but not necessarily mine. There is not any plot, every poem stands alone and independent, but they do follow the timeline of my life. Mostly quick thoughts that pop up in my daily life, meant to make people think, or rethink about things. Some poems are better than others, so bear with me please.

Myako, a Japanese Art Director working in Shanghai meets a disturbing, yet very charming American (Eddie White) who is both terrified by and interested in vintage dolls. Their relationship develops in the context of an abduction-murder scandal and the woman suspects her new lover of being the actual murderer. But Myako herself is not who she seems she is, in fact she is an immortal being, a living dead who had long ago sold her soul to the devil in exchange for the right to live. Things complicate when a drug addict Seattle PD detective comes looking for the man, revealing even more about his supposed crimes. Odd sex choices, sadistic, ritualistic murders and investigators interested in covering up things, nobody is who they seem they are and nobody is safe.

London, 1665. James Willoughby was killed in action, caught in the furious volley of broadsides during the Battle of Lowestoft. Hephzibah Willoughby, his wife, becomes deluded with such a profound grief that she loses her grip on reality. When she is forced to join the world of the living once more, she encounters Archibald Sheldon, a striking, hard-living man who quickly enchants the suffering widow. Escaping her mind and the ghost of her husband, Hephzibah enters Archibald's world, and meets Charlotte St. Lawrence, the mysterious and dangerous madam of The Velvet Fang, a slipshod brothel to which there is more than meets the eye. Running away from her grief won't work forever, though. As Hephzibah becomes more familiar with the terrifying heights and devastating lows of Archibald, Charlotte, and the girls, secrets and other ungodly things begin to unfold. She becomes ensnared in a trap of murder, sex, plots, and debauchery, all tied up in the annals of their collective pasts. Danger now lurks around every corner, snapping its foaming jaws, potentially carrying the spiritual and physical ruin of all involved.

"To be satisfied is to have everything. To have everything means to be happy and to achieve happiness we all sin. Therefore, paradise is always unholy for it is made on blood." Once a poor jester, Jacks completes a dangerous quest for a cunning king, earning gold and the title of 'Lord'. But his past haunts him-he believes he killed his own sister. Wracked with guilt, he learns she's still alive and is drawn into a deadly conflict between the Trystan Empire and Nekrosia, the realm of the dead. As he seeks redemption, he uncovers a far darker truth.

In the world we live in, thoughts get lost. Not because they want to disappear, but because we're too afraid to think them. Some are naughty, some forbidden, some simply unwanted. We don't want to think them. We can't. We don't have the time to. We're not brave enough. So we push them away, shift them to places where they're harder to find-far beyond what is allowed, desired, or considered good. But sometimes the mind takes a journey to visit them again. It vanishes for a while. But every traveler returns-often carrying even more baggage than they initially took with them. Dive into the hidden corners of the mind, where forbidden thoughts roam, fears linger, and unexpected freedom awaits. And dare to feel your thoughts with me. I promise to hold your hand.

(Currently on a hiatus of sorts) (Fanfic of Daria Cohen's the Vampair, a series of music videos, and a lot of my OC's as well) Missi, looking to rise through the ranks of nobility, marries the young Ivan Terngenev, a Dragonfly who is smitten with her. Assisting her is the psychopathic demon known only as Skinless Boy. However, a werewolf named Azgar is after her head, despite the fact he had never even met her. Little do Missi, Ivan, and Azgar know, a far greater conspiracy is behind all of it. And the scariest thing of all?Skinless Boy's role might be different than expected. (Also, this takes place in a alternate world where Missi killed Duke in the showdown and didn't lose her eye. Also, she's more greedy and cowardly than her main counterpart. This is my first fan fiction, so criticism welcome)