Repetition Stories

"I'd kill him if it were the last thing I ever did. No matter who's in my way. The Hero or the Queen, I'd get rid of them, no matter how many times it takes." ...

Elementals, Destinies and Time Guardians. Three races gifted with powers that exist to maintain peace between humans and themselves. At birth, every child is given the d...

You hold my hand in your sleep And the dark secrets that I keep

A survivor of a post apocalypse doing all he can to continue surviving out of insinct of human nature of wanting to live, no matter the cost or lack of reason.

A bit sad some may find it difficult to read ⚠️

"A scorpion asks a frog to carry him over a river. The frog is afraid of being stung, but the scorpion argues that if it did so, both would sink and the scorpion wo...

Larry Davidson is just a regular guy living in New York. He wakes up, goes to work at the comic store, rinses and repeats. But he questions hisu re existence in the blin...

Random vent poem. I'm just going to emphasize that this is NOT a romance vent but instead a friendship vent. "I can survive just fine without either of them."...

A sad short story about a boy who's stuck in life.

My heart is broken so baby Pick up the shards and Use them as razors As you Slit My Throat My soul is torn so sugar Grab the next piece And pull more off For your Usele...

A weird short story assignment where I had to tell a story through description alone and without (or at least the least possible) action and dialogue. What I came up wit...

This basically talks about the emotional pain That I experience from my own perspective.

Past may repeat but sometimes it repeats with a twist. Read the story of a boy having a past happened with a twist in the future.

This depicts my mood swings, I guess.

This Poem reveals a Pirate's hidden life. It tells you what really goes on in their minds. Why they really commit so many crimes. Why they strive to drive around the ti...

A short poem I wrote based on this quote I found online. This is who we are, a product of war. Can't you see me, lifting up my wings to soar?

Jenny sings in the laundry room. She always has, as far as her neighbors know. If she did before she moved in, they can't know of course. Jenny is a bit difficult to spe...