Истории Juxtaposition

They do not know what beauty had made landfall on rotting ground, neither does the stranger, all they know is it radiates with questions.

I dystonian story about a teenage girl on the run.

A few little stories taking place in the same silly universe.

Anxiety and fear over what he knows he must do, a juxtaposing memory, and a woman with hair the color of a summer sunset...

"For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction." It applies to emotions too. For every radiant, bright happy, there is an equally empty, dim sadness. One cannot exist without the other. How else could we tell the difference?

Jason Colnier and Mia Merella leave a normal warrior's life in the fantasy version of Gaea, training from age four to age twenty-five. At the age of sixteen, their camp is mysteriously attacked by grotesque creatures that consume your flesh. They run away to an elven camp for refuge, and continue onward, only to face more horrors. On the other side, Quem WideEyes and Auroran Sowethdalis face equal horrors as both coincidental "teams" venture to the High City, to warn the Council of the coming dangers of the demons. Nothing can be expected in this world, so be careful.

Poverty has the same face in all places - poverty is a disease, but the only cure is changing humanity. We need to build up the bridges between the rich and poor to close the gap to obtain peace and harmony. Unfortunately, nowadays, humanity is selfishly generous. I mean, how would you feel if the tables got turned and you were sitting where they are? How about you donate that dollar instead of buying a plastic water bottle. You keep spending money like it is going out of fashion. Sorry to break it to you, but money doesn't grow on trees. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A lot of people around the world are suffering through poverty. Not many have the support they need to start a stable career. Not many can afford the things, us Canadians, take for granted. Many people think they are helping, but they're really not. Many think the people suffering through poverty can go to the government and services for help, but they are so insecure. They don't have confidence or support to help propel them forward. Many homeless shelters reject people suffering through poverty simply because the shelter is full. Please make a change in society.

how do i describe poetry without sounding pretentious?

If you could express all of you in a simple 17-syllable phrase, would it sound like these? All your emotions, your heartbeats, your insecurities, philosophies and so much more. No need for long explanations or numerous words to describe them. This is my attempt at writing haiku. I hope they can be categorized as 'haiku'.

In a world ruled by forgotten gods and broken thrones, Taz is nothing - a killer in a borrowed name, a shadow among monsters. All he wants is to survive. Maybe find something worth holding onto. Maybe find someone. But the lacunae aren't done with him yet.

"My mind is a terrifying chamber, sculpted by my inner-demons. No one would dare enter it. " A collection of poems made by yours truly as I find inspiration in my everyday struggle of living. Some may be dark, some are not, some may be short, and some may be long. But all of it mean something and contain a part of me. May it be because of my tears, or because of my laughs, these poems reflect on how I view the hell on earth.

the breaking of a fragile heart

A motley of pain and darkness.

Blond guy was the guy everyone had absolutely adored, and by everyone I mean the cheese cult or something. Idk ask them... Or should I say... Us? He is pretty cool though... Anyways, Blond guy loves going to the beach, the cold water hitting his warm body. The wind blowing in his beautiful hair. His blue eyes (i know they are blue! I'm sure of it!) eyeing the palm trees swaying in the previously mentionned wind. The moon hits the peak of the sky as the crowd goes camping, Blond guy follows them as he usually does. But something was different, like if the air was more concentrated in CO2 than usual. And in some ways, it was. (Sorry beforehand about the names, they are all jokes in my little friend group. Hihihihihi. Thx for reading this PaperStealer!!! yayay) I love Blond guy, he is a guy at our school, pretty cool, pretty handsome for a Blond guy, pretty good at musical chairs. And blahaj needs no introduction, as he is my little baby sitting beside me as I write this awwwww. The story is a bit sillier at the start but will get a bit cooler after. :D Also, I wrote like all of this from 9 to 9:45 am every single school day... So, sorry if there's any errors... XD

This book tells stories shaped by time, pain, reflection, and resilience. Poetry Book