Истории Innerworld

Some things don't arrive fully formed. Some thoughts stop mid-sentence. Some feelings refuse to be named. Some hours pass without ever quite becoming anything and yet they leave a mark anyway. The Unfinished Hours is a collection of poems and scattered thoughts written in the margins of ordinary days. About the things that happen between the big moments. The quiet aches. The half-realizations. The 2am clarity that disappears by morning. No particular order. No grand conclusion. Just what was true when it was written. For the ones who think too much and feel even more.

A girl whose heart glows like a lantern. A warmth that reaches someone she's never met. A love story that begins not with searching, but with remembering. This is the moment two unseen souls recognize each other across distance, silence, and the quiet ache of night. A soft, atmospheric tale about resonance, intuition, and the invisible thread that pulls two hearts into the same breath.

Inner Earth of Curiosity and hallow Agartha of Crystalice (Kri-ist-Alice)

driftwood /ˈdrɪftwʊd/ (n.) pieces of wood which are floating on the sea or have been washed ashore.

What happens when your imagination starts to fade, not because you want it to, but because the real world keeps pulling it away? This is the journey of someone stuck between two versions of himself. One is built from quiet dreams, purpose, and vision. The other is shaped by noise, pressure, and confusion. It's not a fantasy. It's not an escape. It's a fight to make something real out of the life once imagined. If you've ever felt the gap between who you are and who you could become, this story might hit closer than you expect.

This piece lives in the tension most people pretend not to notice - the silent warfare of energy, perception, and unspoken judgment. "Wickedness Has Good Manners" explores the unsettling reality that hostility doesn't always arrive with noise. Sometimes it's polished. Sometimes it smiles. Sometimes it asks questions in a calm voice under fluorescent lights while something colder moves beneath the surface. The poem captures the psychological awareness of walking into a room where nothing is visibly wrong, yet everything feels off. It's about instinct, about reading micro-expressions, about understanding that discomfort and danger are not the same thing. There's a clash here between lived experience and artificial environments - between street intuition and corporate choreography. This isn't a story about paranoia. It's about perception. About that razor-thin space where intuition sharpens and silence becomes strategy. The poem dissects the invisible dynamics of power, composure, and energy - revealing how tension can exist without confrontation, and how wickedness often hides behind professionalism, etiquette, and controlled politeness. It's reflective, unsettling, and deliberate. A meditation on awareness, survival, and the strange theater of human interaction where the loudest truths are rarely spoken aloud.

A short novelette on my imaginary world~

read the title... Work in progress - there are around 200 hundred of us, give about... 50? Maybe-ish... Little motivation... Sorry??? "--" means Host's comments "Cali is host of system and Blackwolf subsystem"

Everyone says, "I'm fine." This book is about everything hiding behind that. Each chapter starts with "How to..." but none of this is advice. It's not a guide, not therapy, not motivation. It's immersion - a way of stepping inside the psychology beneath everyday behavior. How to love too much. How to stay in a surface-level relationship. How to put up walls. How to know when someone is using you. How to fade into the shadows. How to leave fingerprints on someone's heart. How to make a star out of collapse. These aren't tutorials. They're x-rays. If you've ever felt "too sensitive," "too intense," or like you notice things other people shrug off... you'll probably recognize yourself here. And if you've ever wondered why people do the things they do - stay, leave, hide, love, disappear - these pieces walk you through the patterns without pretending they're simple. This is a book for people who see too much, feel too deeply, and keep loving anyway. Not to fix you. Just to prove you're not the only one who reads the world like this. If there's something you wish someone would explain - not in a self-help way, but in a real way - tell me in the comments. I'll write it. If it destroys me emotionally, even better. At least we'll both learn something

In a world where mercy has become a dream, and oppression has spread everywhere, there was a legendary land known as Sumeria, the Hidden Land. It was rumored to be a place where people would never be wronged. Will our hero find this land? And what awaits him there? follow me on YouTube : https://youtube.com/@blacky0sss?si=MabthO1XHAvR0Hb2

A collection of intimate and reflective poems exploring the delicate threads of fear, growth, love, and self-discovery. Each piece captures raw emotions, vivid imagery, and moments both fleeting and profound, inviting readers to step into personal landscapes of thought, feeling, and memory. Here is my profile page at allpoetry.com. https://allpoetry.com/Supremebeign

James Kingston, an heir to the throne of a Fantastic Kingdom who's in the inner world. A bloodline full of cruel and hatred, that never touched the innocent, brave, and loyal James. A story of journey to the town of Everbrown which he will encounter so many mysteries. Mysteries that will truly unlocked every locked door blocking him from knowing the truth.

This poem is for those who feel left out

After the disastrous end of the last World War, the Government of one of the biggest and most advanced societies has given their citizens a mission: to offer their unique contribution in order to create The Future 11.0, a complex multilayered system of services meant to be the DNA of the Rebuilding Era. As a member of this society, you have been called to provide your help, too. 'How?', you ask? Fear not: the Government has already sent you The Dream, a list of skills needed to be developed in order to maximize the quality of each citizen's efforts. It's a useful tool: based on all your personal data available, they designed on your behalf the Dream that fits you best, saving you time and energy...and sparing you from an attack of a bad headache, let's be honest! And the most exciting thing is... *rolling drums* ...that you have almost reached your Dream: C O N G R A T U L A T I O N S ! *round of applause* ... W-wait~ ...Did I say 'almost'? Actually, yes: to be precise, mission completion rate is 99.9%. Awkwardly enough, even though we've been able to complete all the tasks incredibly fast - setting a record! - it's almost a year since the celebration of our last achievement... [How comes that the last percentage point is so hard to reach?] And now an official letter from The Government has arrived: in the name of all the merits we've accumulated, they've decided to grant us the last chance to complete the Dream. [Am I allowed to feel a bit insulted?! I mean, they used to call us 'The Golden Dream' and now they pity us?!?...] ... *getting lost in thoughts* ... *Out of the blue* BIP-B I I I ~ I I P !! [WAH! ... What the- !?] *Taking a deep breath* Looks like our bus is here: what would you do?

What will happen to him? Torn apart in helplessnes...

He owns the house. Three stories, acreage, a river at the bottom of the hill. The deed is real. Nobody disputes it. The house is full of strangers who don't care. There's a girl in the front yard with an offer already made. A truck bed already prepared. The simplest thing anyone has offered him in a long time. He turns around to face the house instead. *The wine is still in the cradle. The door to the river is still there. The key has been in his pocket since Nevada.* **All he has to do is go in.** *Literary dream fiction | JREAMS series, Episode VII* *© K.M. Æsquire*

A mind is not a prison - it is a ballroom built for survival. This piece follows the quiet choreography of someone dancing through their own unraveling, mistaking movement for escape. Here, madness isn't chaos but elegance - a performance no one sees, and a room no one else enters. It is an intimate portrait of the beauty and terror of holding yourself together.

A journey into the eyes of strangers, where feelings speak louder than words and the world's secrets hide in a single glance.