histórias de Lament

Argath Alcott made a deal with the devil. In exchange for overwhelming strength, agelessness, motivation and drive, he is slowly being consumed by a fifty year curse that leads to his eventual nonexistence. As his story is about to come to its ultimate conclusion, he charters one last carriage to a sleepy village at the base of a volcano where he intends to settle one last thread of unfinished business. Argath's final pilgrimage is one punctuated by melancholy reflections on the past, fleeting memories of old family and the burning desire to protect his new allies, all while being haunted by ghosts of his past crimes. Updated every Monday.

These are poems and short prologues intended to portray the dark side to everything we deem as pure, holy or normal and portray the good to everything we deem impure and unholy.

some words i don't get to say through mouth

In the stillness of a night long ago, Allama Muhammad Iqbal have the world one of its most tender and touching expression of maternal hope: "Maa Ka Khwab". In that poem a mother, awake while her child sleeps, lifts her heart to the heavens and asks not for wealth or domination for her son but for strength, mercy, courage and the rare light that guides humanity forward. The two poems that follows are born from the same sacred flame, yet they belong to our own time. The first "Ma Ka Khwab" is a re-imagination that keeps Iqbal's longing alive while clothing it in new metaphors. The second "The Childs's Answer" is something Iqbal never wrote but which every mother secretly hopes to hear. It is the reply of the sleeping child who years later awakens to discover that every word of his mother's midnight plea has taken root inside him. Together, these two voices form a single circle of love and becoming one. One returned blooming to place the first flower at her feet. Read slowly. Read Aloud. They are not merely poems they are a conversation between every mother who ever prayed in the dark and every child who ever tried to become the answer to the prayer.

This is a brief tale told from the perspective of a narcissistic marshmallow bunny (named Mal) who lives in a grand mansion with two other bunnies named Amie and Elise, as well as two humans named Berlioz and Pierre. It all starts with Mal getting some strange feeling he's never felt before...and it goes downhill from there. Martha? (That's not his name, Mal!) Tables? Rainbow sprinkles? It might not make sense now, but dive into this short story and all shall be explained. Sort of.

no. *I swear to god, if you saved it to Other Stories, you either get notifications of THE SMALLEST EDITS I DO, or you'd just decline to save it and look for other stuff.* This isn't even a story compilation, its just a compilation for random stuff to be on here to make no sense.

poemas cortos dirigidos a lamentos, causas efímeras de un suspiro arrastrado por el viento cuyo fin no esta escrito, o cuyo final no se quiera escribir

Hope; It is a complex word. A hard-held feeling. With Desire, and Faith. A Lust for it. A Trust for it. Of which, I have none. - An Elegy on Life's difficulty.

Opposites attract in an alchemical way

𝐼𝑎𝑛 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝐹𝑎𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑐 •••••••••••••••••••••••••••• | This is kind of an OC I had pictured in my mind that fits the story but you can also imagine something else. | ‼️Edited all chapters‼️ .•*•..•*•..•*•..•*•..•*•..•*•..•*•..•*•..•*•..•*•..•*•..•*•..•*•..• Y/N didn't know that sirens existed, who would? A normal girl in a normal world who would ever think of something bizarre? Always by the ocean in her own solitude, a man with tanned skin and platinum blonde hair walked up to her. A cocky smile and hand reached out for Y/n to take. Little did you know, he would change the world around you. .•*•..•*•..•*•..•*•..•*•..•*•..•*•..•*•..•*•..•*•..•*•..•*•..•*•..• ❕This fanfic follows the plot and events of the actual WEBTOON comic story. ❕I don't own sirens lament, all credits go to author instantmiso on WEBTOON. #1 in : Shon - 11/21/23 #1 in : Sirens Lament - Present #4 in : Ian x Reader - Present #1 in : lament - Present #3 in : Siren - 12/6/22

Sabi nila, mahiwaga ang unang ulan ng Mayo. Pero paano kung doon na rin natapos ang hiwaga nito dahil iyon ang una at huling ulan ng Mayo. Picture is not mine. (Photo Credit: https://8tracks.com/_170615/rain-the-pain-away)

My heart is full, The things I say not dull, I wish not to lull, From my heart so full.

I think of you many a times a day, and many a days a week, all weeks a month, all months a year, and all these years. I think of you whenever I am reminded of a girl character in a novel. I think of you whenever I read of Fatima and Naoko and Ananya. You're like a love song, heard in childhood, that comes to mind randomly, and when it comes, it comes with nostalgia and elation. And some of these days, I think of you intensely, tormenting myself.

This is free written poetry or similar to a song perhaps. I'm not an expert so please be kind.

A short tale of a man's voyage westward.