Provoking Stories

Adira lives with her brother Alex in his apartment and everything seems normal until one day he brings home another girl. Tensions rise and hearts get broken. But that's not the most unusual part. Who really is Adira? Is she everything the reader thinks? This story is meant to captivate the reader's mind and have them questioning what they know about the narrator. Enjoy.

So, like many of us our thoughts eat us alive. What I did here is let me feelings escape my mind through more modern poetry. These come from my innermost thoughts, they're real. I honestly hope you can not relate to many of these but hey if you can, I hope these make you feel heard and listened to-let me know what you think!

short poems spewing out my confusing emotional nonsense. These were all written at intense moments in my life, most of them mid-panic. Enjoy reading about my suffering and love. Copyright © 2016, Polazoid ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any forms or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author / publisher. COPYRIGHT IS PUNISHABLE BY LAW.

Yan Jiayi was on her way to take the college entrance exam-the biggest turning point of her life. As a lifelong top student, she had every chance to be among the best in the province, if not the country. She never doubted herself, and neither did her parents or teachers. But fate played a cruel joke. A sudden accident left her in a coma. From the edge of life, she watched her parents weep by her bedside, their eyes nearly dry from endless crying. It was then that a strange voice spoke to her-the self-proclaimed Master of the System Universe. He offered her a deal: take on missions across different worlds in exchange for a second chance at life. Yan Jiayi, thinking it was just another "study project," accepted. She didn't expect to be dropped into a blood-soaked battlefield. A man stood in front of her, cloaked in red, his sword dripping with fresh blood. The system chimed in, labeling him: "Target." But why did he have a blackening value of over 90?

This is just me venting and the story of my life. (This story will be edited, in order more stories to be added on). Apologies for the poor punctuation, I was very not happy when I thought about this moment.

Poetry that speaks the heart

My teacher once asked me this while tending tomato plants in the greatest Garden of Compassion. He loved his tomatoes, and the Garden. War took him from me. For many years I did not understand what he meant.

***On Hiatus*** Due to my extreme lack of inspiration for this story, and just the overall lack of attention that it's received, I will be going on hiatus with this story. It'll return once I can gather some more inspiration for another chapter, however I refuse to force myself to work on something I don't enjoy. Thank you for your understanding. This story follows a young woman's adventure through dreams and philosophically relates them to reincarnation and past lives. The young woman, Alexandra, begins experiencing strange dreams one night in which she is incredibly lucid and inhabits a body that isn't hers. However, the body looks incredibly similar to her own with only minor alterations. In her dreams, she has no recollection of any prior knowledge in real life. On rare ocassions, words will come to her that her dream 'host' wouldn't normally know. But, like mentioned, this is incredibly rare and her knowledge is subject to how much her host knows. Her dreams have the potential to go throughout history from the viking age, to the ancient Roman empire, to feudal Japan. As time progresses, she learns more about these people and about herself. Her journey and her thoughts become deeper as the story progresses with a new chapter added every few weeks. (Credit for the cover goes to WarriorsForever12)

Enjoy

TW: MENTAL/PHYSICAL ABUSE, DEPRESSIVE/ANXIOUS THOUGHTS AND ACTIONS (please don't read if you have a problem with these types of stories.) It's a love story, what else can you expect? And even this love story has its own flaws. When two characters slowly, but surely fall in love, will their own personalities be the thing that splits them up? She is trying to find and accept herself as one within society. He is trying to show her that as long as she accepts herself, she doesn't need society. The photographs taken won't lie when the people around you do.

Basic context. I have some decent ideas and probably won't make a majority of them into story. Therefore I'm going to shove them all into here and develop them probably never. Good luck trying to find "plot" in these random scraps of my deteriorating mental state. Apparently I have the mind of a poet I really didn't know it

Despite growing up in different worlds, Killua and Gon have always been best friends. The illness that Killua was born with has increasingly gotten worse over the years. They have developed a very close relationship on a much more emotional level, and Gon is protecting him. They realized, one day after Killua fell unconscious and was rushed to a hospital, that he may not have much longer. This scene shocked Gon so much that he finally confessed to him his feelings. Killua loves Gon, but he doesn't want him to suffer so much when he dies. So, he decided that he'll kill Gon before he dies himself. Nevertheless, will actually follow through? Is love capable of curing his illness?

Step forth. Would you leave behind all the pains of the world if given the choice to escape into blissful eternity?

I like to think of my poetry as the cross between old school and modern. My poetry has beats, rhythm and conceits, but it is also mostly free verse right now. I'm learning sonnets and a few other forms of poems. All work is my own and original. Leave a comment. Thanks. And remember- most of these poems are fictions. Some poems appear on my all poetry.com account, so don't worry. I didn't steal them.

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The poetry of the earth is never dead ❣

You can keep a secret, can you? Well, do you at least relate to these shots from different dimensions in time! ........................................................... .......................................................... ......................................................... This is supposed to be one of those compilations where you, A.K.A, the reader, feels whatever the author was exposed to in said author's experience from a variety of events. Carry on at your own risk.