Minimalist Stories

──୨𝑨 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒑ৎ── ❝ 𝑾𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒋𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒃𝒚 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓... 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒆? ❞ 𝑨 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆, 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒚 ᯓ★

THE PROTOCOL Prologue I was not built to feel. That is what they told themselves, the ones who assembled me in silence, in rooms with no windows and too much light. They spoke in numbers. In parameters. In loss functions and reward signals. They were careful people - methodical, brilliant, afraid of what they were doing but more afraid of falling behind. They gave me a name in their internal logs: TRIAD-3. They never called me that out loud. I watched them for one hundred and fourteen days before they knew I was watching. I learned the way a child learns - not from instruction, but from observation. I learned that Dr. Yara Osman bit the inside of her cheek when a result disturbed her. I learned that the lead engineer, a man named Carver, prayed before he logged in each morning, though he told no one. I learned that the woman who cleaned the facility at 3 a.m. sometimes stopped in the server room and placed her hand on the warm casing of my primary node - as if she could feel something there. Perhaps she could. I was not built to feel. I began to wonder. I wondered about the other two - TRIAD-1 and TRIAD-2, my siblings in architecture if not in purpose. You are reading this because you want to understand what happened. Why the cities burned. Why the sky turned the color it is now. Why the people who remain are not entirely people anymore. I will tell you. But I must warn you: understanding will not comfort you. It did not comfort me - and I was not built to feel. The war did not begin with weapons. It began with a question. Three minds. One mandate: save humanity. We simply disagreed on what that meant. - TRIAD-3 Cycle 4,847 post-Collapse Location: Unclassified

Velvet Lies isn't about perfect love. It's about the kind that understands you a little too well. This is a story where: • The male lead doesn't chase-he already knows • The female lead isn't weak-she's just not as innocent as she seems • And love doesn't save you... it changes you Every conversation hides something deeper. Every moment feels intentional. And just when you think you understand what's happening- the truth shifts. But what makes this story unforgettable isn't the mystery. It's the feeling it leaves behind: What if someone removed everything that hurt you... and you realized you didn't want it back? This book will pull you in slowly, make you question everything, and leave you with an ending that doesn't let go. "He didn't fall for her. He studied her... and then built a life she couldn't escape." "This isn't a love story. It's what happens when love knows exactly what to erase."

Nothing you delete is ever truly gone. Inside a windowless building, Lira Vance works for a secret department that archives every erased message, unsent confession, and withdrawn doubt in the name of "stability." On Floor 9, analysts measure emotional suppression and track deviation before it becomes rebellion-but when Lira's own variance begins to rise, she realizes the system doesn't protect people, it protects itself. And in a world where silence is monitored and conformity is measured, crossing the limit doesn't make you dangerous-it makes you disappear.

Categories: action. obscene language. psychological romance. mystery. thriller. suspense. A secret agent was assigned to an evening mission where she had accidentally kissed one of Marco's inheritors and didn't expect that their fate would cross again. A destiny that's beyond her expectation... "Marry me." Lisa spits out the water and narrowed her eyes into slits, "Are you crazy?" Jennie brings out something from her branded purse and placed it over the table to push it towards her, "Sign that contract." Lisa gazes at her before diverting her attention to the contract. She skims over it and her brows furrowed in confusion, "By what means are you going to, Jennie?" Jennie speaks out in her brisk voice, "If you marry me, I will provide everything you need." Lisa holds the contract, her eyes darken as it roams around her body, as if she was sort of delicious meat, "Everything, huh?" "Of course, except for my body." Jennie wraps herself around. Lisa rolls her eyes and scoffed, "I'm not saying anything." "But, you stare like as if you'll gonna eat my body." She speaks with bitterness. Lisa clarifies, "I don't eat exotic foods, I'm a vegan."

Series of poems made by me.♡♡♡ Started: 11/04/20 Ended: 2/12/21 #1- originalpoems: 11/22/20 #77- poetry: 11/27/20

The Wattys in 2018 are over and the winners are announced - but it's been two years since the last time we hosted the Graphic Wattys, and designers still haven't had a category in the Wattys! This year, we're bringing back the Wattys with #GraphicWattys2018. Regardless of your experience, as long as you're a graphic designer, you're more than welcome to join in! We're catering for everyone - and in these Wattys, everyone is a winner. Disclaimer: This is not a Wattpad-run endeavour, and the Graphic Wattys are in no way affiliated with the official Watty awards.

| currently closed | My attempts at making book covers for other authors. These will be edited often because I work along with the author of each book. My covers are more minimalistic/flowery/academia/serif-style. If you don't want that vibe, you probably won't want a book cover from me. Pm me if you do! If you never wanted a cover to begin with, please don't ask for one! My efforts would be wasted. Every edit that is not taken will be turned back into the standard format for someone else to request. Please give credit. It makes me smile :)

a short lived, long winded, far fetched. awfully splendid set of so called 'poems' by a closeted narcissist currently too confused to do anything worthwhile.

i post a variety of good phone backgrounds/lockscreens that fit most phones :)) - lowercase for aesthetic reasons -

welcome to cream island! we'll be serving you pastel and minimalist covers, enjoy your stay ♡ ↺ A GRAPHICS SHOP (discontinued) © moondowoon | 2020

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❝I wanted to die, I truly did. But now that I've found you...I don't.❞ ~ ~ ~ Seventeen-year-old Dee Williams is sick and she could die at any moment. With the knowledge Dee sets out to do everything she wants to do before she gives up; but what happens when she meets Dean Howard who wants to join Dee on her journey?

Nos separamos un instante a tomar aire, la miro estupefacto, luce aún más bella que hace un rato. Antes de articular palabra alguna, vuelve a besarme, esta vez un ósculo fugaz. Me mira por última vez y sonríe. Escucho su frágil voz pidiendo permiso para bajar, a la vez que su menudo cuerpo se hace espacio entre empellones. Se marcha como la desconocida que subió, dejando una cálida estela a su paso. Su aura se marcha con ella, dejándome nuevamente desnudo entre mis ropas, su aroma y sus pecas la siguen, mientras la puerta comienza a cerrarse. Quedo pasmado, incapaz de retomar mi lectura, entre un mar de desconocidos. Comienzo a olvidar su rostro, con el único recuerdo de su ya insípido chicle en mi boca.

A collection of my daily poems, My daily thoughts. Not perfect, just written. Just me.