Perhaps Stories

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Inspired by Bones & All. On the run from a past she can't escape, seventeen-year-old, Lila Monroe, meets a mysterious boy with dangerous secrets and a magnetic pull she can't resist. Together, they traverse abandoned highways, haunted towns, and fractured memories, chasing freedom while confronting the darkness inside-and the darkness within each other. Every mile brings them closer, yet every mile threatens to unravel them. Love, obsession, and survival collide in a world where trust is a gamble, and every choice leaves a mark. Will their connection survive the road ahead-or will it break them forever?

What would you do if the one you let go made a comeback in your life? At some point in our lives, as people love someone so deeply, there are certain circumstances where you need to make a choice. The type of choice where you feel nothing but bitterness and loss, the type that will leave a bitter taste in your mouth once your mind walks through that threshold. Isn't the point of loving someone supposedly choosing them every day, loving them until the end, and yet sometimes life will put you into a situation where you need to choose, no matter how painful it might be. When your story is forced to make an ending, with no one to blame but yourself, as the years go by, pages of your life come to life, all at the expense of your choice. What would you do if the one you let go made a comeback in your life? And like a fool who lost their mind, your world stops, and the story you wished never end, gives you one more chance to continue, but then the world is indeed cruel, because it tells you once again that what you let go, will never be yours again. This time, the choice is not yours to make; it's death. Taglish

A beautiful love lost in the chaos of unspoken truths and endless broken trust

Akiko woke in a strange white cold room where she found many lab things inside it. At the same time, a tired looking man with a lab coat comes to check Akiko. Akiko feels something suspicious about him and he tries to calm her with his gentle act. He introduced himself as 'Hugo.' He's a scientist that lives in this cruel lab environment but he tried to enjoy his day with Akiko. One day, Akiko feels something wrong with her. Does Hugo really actually protect her? or perhaps-he could do malicious things to her. Whatever that is, she must live in this hell cruel world around her. • Update depends on my mood. Please be patient! •

A bunch of my practice writings <3 If any one sticks out and you want more then you're free to ask. (Barely edited) ★-oneshots/ flash fiction ♡︎ -poetry ----- Art piece in cover: J. Ottis Adams "An August Sunset - Prairie Dell"

Flawed people in a flawed world, trying their best to survive.

Containes a lot of PTSD, smut, angst, and comfort Things that can be triggering, or really, REALLY horrid at times but not really, quackbur <--- (yes) DreamNotFound <--- (depends) Karlnapity <--- (acceptable, not a lot to write though) Karlckity <--- (Not alot) Dreambur <--- (Not as much, only if requested)

After the events of Miniforce: Super Dino Power, the team takes a well deserved break from the chaos of transforming monsters as winter rolls around. Suddenly, in the first week of December, Blue City is covered in a blanket of soft, glittering snow. And ice. Lots of snow and ice. And it sure is getting colder here. That certainly wasn't normal... was it? Before long, the entire peninsula is facing fearsome blizzards and endless tundras. Under the guidance of their new allies, the Academy's own Professor Lightfoot, and a mysterious, haunting voice, the Miniforce prepare to unravel this chilling puzzle and stop whoever is behind it.

a mess of poetry & prose © 2023 cracking my skull to pour in the eggs - i bake something from this love & ache

Zombie-fid world in where a gang is trying their best to get back the real world or to figure out to adjust to the new world. ( I need to put something else... ) Started: September 3rd, 2022

it's a story of a stupid girl's life

Perhaps never be By james a. galgano So where do these old foolish eyes come to forever rest? Without a thought you want me mine forever your love eternally I should have looked away moment I met you but I saw you I cant forget you You covered my eyes my heart my warmth with love which endures. It carries my heart like a cross unto you cavalry where I am crucified yours Here I would forever sacrifice my love you would by some slim chance forever mine If I were maybe ever young handsome man never come true your sweet sublime Where foolishly I remain somewhere lost upon dream never come true If I were young handsome man, the moment I met heavenly woman like you Maybe i should shut my mouth for all words I now speak moment I find your sweet The taste on your love would be forever my sacrament give me redemption I seek. But I am idiot who should not say another word moment we met I will never forget. The dream in your eyes the warmth I long beside you inside you forever mine This is the foolish day I see your innocent eyes and long your love devotion divine.

Perhaps never known true By james a. galgano Cruel fate awaits no one least of not foolish me. For here my lonely heart and soul unwavering clings to somewhere some humanity Crying in the wings of someone else's shadows which like curtains often drop to hide the sun we never wish to see. While we often linger here for one reply do or die in all its inevitability unread While age clouds every moment, we dare not read for fear ridicule may welcome in alarming force of dread Was it something we wrote maybe something we said that was not quite right for you? Did you read every word written or was it out of your boundaries or undue a response you sought? Or were you there in the web of time at last caught searching for some sort of escape? Perhaps maybe it was just a cruel fate found we never had one chance to forego. Yet if it were this simple, why would we both here reading this poem of words or maybe woe. Maybe if we had to read what was written more clearly than we would know. But don't hold your breadth it only hides both of our weaknesses beneath whose unnamed cloud we might still never know ...true

an ai wrote Two Alone fanfiction and it took a strange turn. the world deserved to see it. --written with Inferkit over the course of however long it takes for a satisfying conclusion

I hope to make more of these books I really do hope so wish me luck!

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Living the same routine life 24x7. Nothing magical. The word boring would require an upgrade in Alora's life. Nothing ever changes. So how does she identify what is constant, when there is no variable? Is there yin without yang? Does white exist without black? What is it that attracts her to living her routine? Why does she do it?

He knows her routine. The so called *routine* that never changes, he knows it does change. Even though he lives a routine of baking, molding, delivering cookies and being a ladies man , he knows. Her. So how does he identify what is the variable, when everything that is visible to others seems constant? Is there yin without yang? Does white exist without black? What is it that attracts him to her living her variables? Why does he do it?

"so please, just remember me, even if for a moment."