Historias de Meaninglessness

In amber light of the last old street lamp in Between infinite sickly white lights In Amongst vague buildings, I started, looking...

Meet our protagonist, Tim,a seemingly nondescript young man with no real skill, talent, or motivation, who is just trying to live his normal, simple, and mundane life in a world filled with extraordinary people and events. While everyone seems to be living a life full of adventure, excitement, and opportunity, he struggles to find meaning and purpose in his own existence.

What she thought she should be: Athazagoraphobic- Fear of being forgotton or ignored or forgetten What she was: Ecophobic: fear of being alone Then she left all of her fears and became: Unforgettable: impossible to forget; indelibly impressed on the memory She always loved him. He never knew. He fell for another. She was crushed. He didn't notice. She ran from him. Someone fell in love with her. She began to fall for the other. Then he fell in love, but this time for her. She started to forget him. He came back to win her over. She had a choice. She made it. Making her summer unforgettable. Just like her. Except: Bland, that is what I used to describe myself in the beginning of the year. Another face, another girl. Needless to say I had no idea I was anything but. I would have never guessed that Luca would fall for Tracy. Or that Tracy would hate me. Or that I would end up here far from my home town of Quecim. I would have never guessed that the small town of Elffderburn needed me. Or that I needed to be needed. I would have never had the slightest inkling that, I Myosotis Sylvatica Mulhound, proudly known as either Tis or Forget by friends, would pick my bags and run from all I ever knew, but I did. This is paragraph and all the others that follow are the story. The story of how I realized that, everything that matters is unforgettable. © Copyright, All Rights Reserved, Icelandichairdresser, 2013 © Copyright, All rights Reserved, Elizabeth (my last name), 2013

I have written numerous monologues and I still write when I feel sad or depressed or have any problem. I hope you like them. I'm not the best but I try when I have time and this will be easier than having to just write once a day on my main story. Have fun reading these!

"Whispers of the Soul" is a collection of evocative poems that explore the intricate depths of human emotions and experiences. Through vivid imagery and lyrical language, the poems delve into themes of love, loss, nature, and self-discovery, capturing the essence of life's fleeting moments. Each poem is a journey, inviting readers to reflect on their own inner landscapes and the subtle beauty of the world around them. With a delicate balance of melancholy and hope, this collection speaks to the heart, offering solace and inspiration to those who seek a deeper understanding of themselves and their place in the universe.

literally the title that's it XD (a lot of klance fair warning)

Triangle City holds secrets, memories... and magic. Alex will discover this only after forgetting who he was. Since his accident, something inside him is broken. He walks through the city without noticing the majestic red tree watching him in silence, because his mind is trapped in what he doesn't understand, in what he can't remember. But memories begin to return, as if fate were calling him, as if something-or someone-wanted him to remember. On this journey, he meets Aeris, a mysterious bird that can speak, and Iker, a fox as wise as he is wounded. Both will guide him to a world where reality is not just what meets the eye... where every being is connected to the balance of something greater. And the more he remembers, the closer he gets to the truth his parents have tried to hide from him for years. Because some memories can save you... And others can destroy everything.

A poem about small and big things, and about their meaninglessness in day to day life. Think about the most passionate business that exist and don't lose it.

A riposte against the artist; the one above all

Insanity overtakes Evan. He's on the brink to kill. Ares sees something familiar about him, as if Evan were a mirror shard, reflecting no one else but Ares himself.

To Dig or not to Dig, That is The Choice. Inspired the Edwin Montgomery's game of the same name comes "Sisyphus Reborn".

The term "absurdity" is very well known in literature and frequently used by the writers of post 2nd World War. They use this term in the manner of its meaning or even more than that in their works. The effects of War and human sufferings from that caused absurdism to flourished and also spread Nihilism, meaninglessness, nothingness. The aim and motive of this paper is to prove that the idea of absurdism may be new which is observed by absurd writer on human bizarre situation, but the existence of absurdism was already been used in the writings of Elizabethan writers or before that. In these writers the king of drama, William Shakespeare was also one of the most prominent in whose writings the existence of absurdity can easily be traceable when he is well known for his tragedies and comedies. Although this existence was not noticed by or tagged by the writers or critics of that time as absurdism, there was its presence on the large scale. This paper is going to compare the level of absurdity among the playwrights of absurd and absurdism in the select works of Shakespeare. The idea here is that the writer who is still incomparable also created the levels of absurdity in his plays unintentionally without being aware of the notion of "Absurdism".

This is a story for people who open their hearts and minds to nature's beautiful messages. Sorrow Takes Flight is the story of a widow whose experience with the humbling determination of a ring-billed gull releases her from the confines of her crippling grief and allows her to once again embrace life and all it has to offer.

This is a story of a fairly average teenage girl. It's not an extraordinary story of how she got superpowers and became a superhero, nor how she is some kind of chosen one. No. This is a story of a girl who chose to leave something of hers for the world to see. A memory, if you will. She chose that there was no meaning to life - only what you leave behind. This is a story of a girl who chose not to be forgotten.

You know how sometimes you want to make a difference so bad, you end up making everything worse? Overachieving, overhauling the world. Your fate is in your own hands, hard doesn't mean impossible, the encouraging chatter we've all heard. It's bullshit. Either you know it, or you're about to. Don't get me wrong, nihilism is as far from what I'm trying to introduce here as it could. The painful realism, the omnipresent "it's all for nothing"... there's more to it. And if you're not a coward, you will stay with me to explore it like the goddamn outer space. Besos. [as you can see, this work involves some cussing and heavy topics, so if that's not your thing I do understand and hope you find what you're looking for elsewhere.]