Incoherent Stories

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to the slaughter

I wish he didn't drink so much.

This book focuses on how editing figures can affect the public, how it is used in an artistic context and the uncanny valley.

A collection of short descriptions, anecdotes and other things.

A mishmash of dreams and thoughts. Poor Avalynne only ever remembers bits and pieces of things and people. It's always incoherent and yet somehow it all feels connected. It's almost as if her memories themselves are broken.

Cover art by me. A fluffy (?) story I'm writing for self indulgence. Might be bl, might just be extreme bromance, idk mans. Please don't steal any of the art in this story (the art that is stated as mine), and if you do steal, I will hunt you down and show every piece of proof I have that it is mine. And I have a lot of proof. Thanks.

This story is made to be short stories I make off of a whim, or something I came up with years ago. Some of these characters are intertwined, some are not, and some of these stories are cannon from their main world.

this is a book of poetry that you will relate to i pinky swear.

A collection of thoughts, sometimes coherent, often unraveled underneath the moonlight. Don't read into it too much, it never madeuch sense to me either.

this mostly consists of whatever comes to my mind. lists. things i think are profound when in reality its just logic. philosophy. opinions. books. quotes. dont feel the need to comment on this but you can if it makes you happy i guess.

i just wanted to write stuff

Ugly poetry and somewhat bearable prose. Something a little different, please read the introduction and welcome to my mind.

I do not know what this is or why it is. Hopefully it tickles your fancy. Enjoy or do not. Do not hesitate to ask.

Hi there. This is just where I'm gonna try and write as much as I can, letting my poetry out for once. I appreciate votes and comments but they aren't needed. Probably will get gay.

Like a diary but incoherent I'm writing this because it's cathartic to publicize stuff I want known but can't say out loud, especially concerning other people. It's dumb, bad , fake-deep and I'm gonna cringe at it in a few years but maybe someone out there will relate.

Poetry

" look I don't know you and I don't have anything you're looking for and I definitely- " "oh shut the hell up" the random stranger in front of her barked. "who-who are you?" she asked squinting her eyes towards the silhouette that is slowly striding towards her. "ok look kid, I don't have time for you to keep stuttering and asking questions about who I am and where you are. All you have to do is answer my questions and you will be left free or else you would have to say goodbye to your loved ones soon and by soon I mean very soon" "w-what? "she asked trying to get used to the sudden brightness that has entered her blurry vision. " all u have to know is I don't have time for you and if you don't listen to me or answer my questions then- " "you know I can't see right?" she cut off the man in the suit midway sighing and glanced behind the girl that is now shaking her head trying to get rid of her blurriness. The bulky guard that has previously encountered her had placed her rectangular black rimmed glasses on the bridge of the nose. " uhh could you please push it a little forward " the girl referring to the glasses politely asked not considering that the bulky man captured her without her consent and didn't even spare time to take the ice cream box with her as she was starving. The bulky guard after receiving a nod of approval from the man in front of her did as he was told. " then ?" she asked wanting him to continue his small speech. Immediately she felt something sharp being pressed against her throat while the man in the suit in front of her cleared his throat.

A collection of poems written by me, not too sure where this project is headed but hopefully that "feeling" will pour over soon and I'll know that I have completed my first collection. Enjoy!

I'm just gonna free write this while listening to some inspiring music. So it's just a bunch of words trying to create an illusion of a fantasy world. The name may or may not have to do with Peter Pan, I'm not sure, we'll see. Guess the mood I was going for today just really seem to fit this. What confuses me more is why you're even here. You see the tags, so why bother reading it? The rates and views are nonexistent so there's nothing of interest here. So am I the lost boy, or are you?