Incoherent hikaye

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.

to the slaughter

Poetry

Lines of seldom having meaning known as delirious ramblings of poetry. My mind too confused, and my lips too numb to say my thoughts. My heart still beats frantically while my feelings are warped to an unbelievable extent......how will I free myself from this? By words.

This is the love story of Akira a 20year old beautiful girl who lived with her parents and two brothers who loved her unconditionally, she is a secret painter known as Ms A, nobody knew about her real identity except her parents and two siblings, she holds many secrets. And Jeden a young man in his early thirties a big business tycoon, he Is handsome yet domineering,he is a workaholic. He owns many companies around the world, he also has many secrets.They both hate love. Follow me on this beautiful journey of love, secrets, betrayal and see where it will lead us to, Hehhe😘🥰🥰...

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!

James Mann is an ordinary man working for a private security company. He follows a loose routine until one day, the skies turned dark. DaVinci had plunged the state of Missouri into darkness and soon the world would be under his control. To stop this, James must team up with a psychic dog of noble status and a former Amazon worker with over 100 confirmed kills, along with other "stable" individuals they meet on their journey to save the world (and steal DaVinci's stuff in the progress)!

Typically we feel as though it's only ever us. A single entity in the vessel that we carry on a daily basis. However what would it be like if there was more than one entity in the vessel? Perhaps not control but intervene with everyday tasks and trains of thought. Come, explore.

This story is written in a hurry based on the writer's dreams. So take a grain of salt while reading this.

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.

You ever get exiled because you were in the wrong place at the perfect time?

A collection of poems I wrote. They're kind of all over the place, no theme connects them all (at least not intentionally). Some are serious, some aren't. Hope you enjoy.

Rosemary is just like any ole Human right ? well that's what she tells herself but we all knows it's not true. What will happen when the truth is uncovered? The reason why her dad died and she never met her mother.

A 15 year old bastard's family is trying to kill him, which is understandable, depending on how you look at it. If you're a Royal, this is necessary. This is like breathing. If you're Sean Renard, this is war. HELLO I love the dumb irrelevant NBC show called Grimm and I hate Sean Renard so I wrote a fic abt his childhood/backstory because it's never talked abt in the show and that makes me mad. I'm bad at writing so read this while squinting thanks<3. This is purely self indulgent bc I need to get all of this out bc it's been rotting in my brain for a year. None of the characters or general story are mine, details that aren't exactly canon/aren't discussed in the show are made up by me tho . Story will be **heavily** edited because I suck at making coherent plot lines !! <3

This is jargon. Nothing more. ~ Don't even read it man. Not even once.

Over the past several months my insomnia has considerably worsened and I have begone to record audio files when I periodically wake up without any memory of doing so. The clips average at most only a minute or two in length. They seem to draw inspiration from what little of my dreams I can recall. At first they were simple phrases lacking any structure, but as my condition continues to decline, full sentences have formed often ending in rhyme, but still lacking any rigid meter. I have decided to adapt these ramblings into poems. I do not know what they mean, if they mean anything at all.

This is just a random book i do to write stuff. Its not gonna be good since i'll usually write at like midnight and i am illiterate. Caution if you don't wanna hear a dumbass telling bad stories that don't make sense then you're on the wrong profile broski.

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In here there will be incoherent quotes of course. This may have some incoherent quotes for the Dream Smp x male reader book I have as well, we will see.