Ownwork Stories

Destroyed by the world, which never gives him a chance to breathe, Felix lives - or rather: survives - in modern-day Empire Bay (where are my fellow Mafia 2 fans). One trauma, after another, he learns to cope with the pain by swamping himself with work.

Phoenix the child weapon of the GDA. she knew from a young age what the world demanded of her. but when she meets the son of omni-man her whole life changes. For better or worse. who knows. / will contain swearing (basic invincible stuff) (remi isn't perfect) ⛧°.⋆༺♱༻⋆.°⛧

My work that consists of fan art, OC's, and other things. Occasionally, followed with some prompts or ramblings. REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

When did the story start again? was it when I mumbled those words, I never knew that a simple phase would result into this. Knox is a young man staying in a small island to help his mother with her work, "I hope nothing bad happens today" he thought before falling into an 8 feet pool. The cat, bat, pool, and full moon, everything, was just a coincidence right? The only thing he remembers is the horror movie he watched thinking "This is how the main character dies" Btw, the book cover is AI, I'm still broke for paying art commission 😀

A new book cover shop Close #1- bookcovershop 2/05/2021 #5 - credit 31/05/2021 #2- bookcover 8/06/2021

In a world where light and shadow shape all life, Elysia Tenebris walks the line between both. Born under the Night of the Twin Moons, she wields a rare and feared magic, one that could save or shatter Skoteinós. When she discovers a map to the lost civilization of Eldoria, her journey begins: riddles, trials, and ancient secrets testing her strength, heart, and soul. Beside her stands Nyx, a guardian born of darkness with golden eyes and a hidden truth. Together, they hunt for a treasure that isn't gold, but balance itself, and uncover a love strong enough to reshape their world.

poem or thoughts ??

They call him Dead End. To civilians, he is the boogeyman-the Kin-Slayer who murdered his own bloodline, the cursed child whose name is whispered to frighten children into silence. To them, he is the end of every path, the shadow that waits at the edge of rumor. But to warriors, he is Ashborn. The defector who broke his oath to a corrupt clan, the blade that severed tyranny, the scarred survivor who carried the vow that cruelty would rule never again. Haunted by whispers of fear and burdened by reverence he cannot accept, he flees across borders, hiding behind masks and lenses, trying to bury the scars of his past. Yet, destiny is not so easily escaped. When his path collides with old bonds and new truths, he must confront the duality of his legacy: monster or savior, curse or vow. In a world where legends are twisted into nightmares, Dead End: Never Again is the tale of a boy who became both the end of his bloodline and the promise of a future free from its chains. ********************************************************* *Contains graphic violence. Read at your own discretion* *No gore*

Hi everyone! This is one my first collections of writing, I've been writing poetry since I was about 15, now 20. The first few entries are from darker times in my life, feel free to connect with them. This title is something I worked on for a while because it was something for you to see me through a collection of words put together. Please comment any feedback! It's still in the works. Much appreciated thanks for all the support!:)

α ωσяℓ∂ σf fєєℓιиgѕ,ωιтн ρℓαу σf ωσя∂ѕ. α ωσяℓ∂ σf ємσтισиѕ,ωιтн ρℓαу σf ωσя∂ѕ. α ωσяℓ∂ σf тнσυgнтѕ,ωιтн ρℓαу σf ωσя∂ѕ. α ωσяℓ∂ σf вєαυту,ωιтн ρℓαу σf ωσя∂ѕ. нєяє αяє ѕσмє ρσємѕ мα∂є fяσм тнє ωσя∂ѕ fℓσαтιиg ιи му мιи∂.. αℓℓ ρσємѕ ωιℓℓ вє му σωи ωσяк.. ѕσ gєт яєα∂у тσ gєт ∂яσωиє∂ ιитσ тнє ωσяℓ∂ σf fєєℓιиgѕ..👉

this is a poem I wrote when I was in pieces

HEY!! So I've decided, after speaking to a friend, that I shall share my poetry with yall!! Yes I did write it myself°•●

These are poems I write, sometimes a huge long one and sometimes a quick snappy one, some of these won't be mine but I will put where I found them

"ကိုယ့်အချစ်ဆုံးရဲ့အငွေ့အသက်တွေဟာလေပြေမှာလွင့်ဝဲနေမလား ... 'ထာဝရ' ဆိုတဲ့အရာနဲ့တွဲဖက်မရှင်သက်နိုင်တဲ့ကမ္ဘာမှာတောင် သံသရာလည်နေသ၍မင်းကိုပဲကိုယ်ရှာပါ့မယ်... Marcus, မင်းပျော်ရာအရပ်မှာစောင့်နေရုံသာ" ချစ်သော -Aaron

I thought I'd share a few of my poems hope you enjoy.

Princess Lucinda Warbeck is tasked by her kingdom's elders to destroy a human kingdom that has plagued their own home and people for years. With the Lancaster kingdom's ability to take away the magic of her people she is willing to do whatever it takes to destroy them and that knowledge to prevent her very way of life from being destroyed any further than it already had. Will she succeed? Or fail just as others like her have?

A "book" with pictures of my artwork. Please note I won't post every single thing I draw. Just the ones I am most proud/fond of. I'll add in some shitty ones too (pretty much everything I do is shitty #LowSelfConfidence). Anyway... Please respect my intellectual rights to my work. Comment and let me know what you think. (P.S I was pressured to do this (╥﹏╥). Lols Just kidding, no one needs to feel bad.)

"Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it." -J.k. Rowling via Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

Aetherion was never meant to change the world only to uphold it. As a scion of the Dragon Clan, his life was one of discipline, firebound rituals, and the unshakable weight of duty. Bound by generations of tradition and sharpened by years of training, he knew the path laid before him. Or so he thought. But ancient forces have begun to stir. Whispers echo through the old stones. The magic that once answered with grace now moves with unrest. As shadows creep beyond the borders of understanding, Aetherion is thrust into a journey he never asked for one where certainty crumbles, allies arrive in the unlikeliest of forms, and the very essence of what he believes must be challenged. In a world shaped by power and bound by purpose, one choice can set the flames of change or destruction into motion. And when tradition begins to fracture, only one question remains: will you stand in the ashes, or rise from them?