Resentful Stories

Gaara had once again come to be resentful of his infamous, near flawless, armor of sand.

You wanted to become a hero like your family but you didn't a Semblance, Quirk, Scroll, Chakra, or a Sacred Gear so you got picked on by the female population including your own family which caused you to run away and become a mercenary until you get an invitation to Union Academy will he hate everyone there or will he find love?

I'm a cryer. I don't shout, yell or rebel. My default setting when I'm overwhelmed with emotion, grief or helplessness is to cry. After childhood this is seen as a weakness and to be honest it does feel pretty pathetic. But, like the tide it can't be controlled. I tend to find, just like for those people who's default upset setting is anger, it's always better to let the tide rise, the river burst its banks and the dam to burst, to embrace the rising tide, before you can ever hope to calm down and move forward. That's what this one's about.

What if someone from our world was suddenly dragged by his feet to the world of Pokèmon and with him the power of his own save file? How would life be for them; Would they struggle? Pray for answers? Or find a way back to their old world? Try as they might, even with all the previous knowledge within their reach, how does one intertwine knowledge within a place that is extravagantly harder than is shown on screen. Without any clue as to how he got here, could it be possible to find a new life within this supernatural world, or would the changes be to much to handle for this teenage pokèfan. This is a story about a guy named ( - ), figuring out if being brought to this new world has become a blessing, or a curse. Follow along as this new journey as the hero; awaits. * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * I get random ideas on random days and just feel like wanting to write them out, be it sloppy or not, try not to hate on my writing skills please (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠) All rights belong to game freak, and Pokèmon™ I hold rights to only the original storyline; that is to be written, and any added characters not from the original Pokèmon universe

Summary to be released

Resentful. "...If only I had listened..." "...All I ever trusted and believed in.... was it an illusion or reality?..." Resentful. *You must embrace your past in order to move on* ***This is a story from when I was fourteen. I know it's not good. Please don't hate on it too much. I don't know if my heart can handle it***

In a world transformed by a cataclysmic event, where a meteorite grants superhuman abilities to its survivors, Phoenix Ryder emerges as a reluctant hero. Blessed with the power of pyrokinesis, he navigates a society teetering on the edge of chaos, where powers are both a blessing and a curse. As Phoenix grapples with the weight of his abilities, he uncovers a sinister plot that threatens to engulf the world in flames once more. With allies and adversaries alike vying for control, Phoenix must harness the full extent of his powers, including his unique ability to extinguish flames, to save humanity from its fiery fate. But as the lines between hero and villain blur, Phoenix must confront the ultimate question: Will he rise from the ashes as a savior or succumb to the flames of destruction?

poems from within. ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆ Note: my poem styles vary a lot, so some may rhyme and others no. Feel free to skip those you don't like. The poems aren't sequels to each other. There might be spoken word and such. Some poems are lowercase intended, others are not. The poems are me. It took a tremendous amount of courage to publish these, so thank you to those who have encouraged me, and please think about what you comment, if someone does happen to read this shat. And just remember: I love you. ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆ started: july 30th, 2020 ended: april 5th, 2021

A collection of poetry duets. I get verses 1-3-5 and my partner gets verses 2 & 4. My partner chooses the poetic topic and title and this collection is the result. Verses must be four lines long and of any poetic style. We hope you enjoy whatever inspiration comes your way...

Just another collection of my old poetry.

Jessamy, preferring Jesse, is the daughter of Marie Sorenson, a bitter, resentful woman. Jesse doesn't understand why she's like that, just that her aunt, Sang, is part of it. For her final semester of school, Marie forces Jesse into Ashley Waters, believing that Sang and her boys are far, far away. They were closer than she thought. Now Jesse has to come to terms that she may never see her mother after she graduates, that a family actually wants her, and that she's not as tough as she once thought. Can she handle a boy or two thrown into the mix? Who knows. ----- A Fanfiction of CL Stones Ghostbird series, all rights go to her except for my own original characters.

Smile, shout, cry or scream, you're the human who felt broken, useless, alone and clueless yet held up the facade of "Hey I'm Fine". Your muted emotions that were buried alive, hidden behind great walls and silenced by a hand but betrayed by a pair of non-ending truthfully written diaries and an over flow of ink want to talk to you, listen but listen from the inside. You face can speak a thousand emotions, but it can easily mask what your heart truly feels. One can selectively numb the painful emotions, but numbness is expandable where even positive, happy emotions are numbed too leaving us ghostly humans. You don't have to say a million words or think a hundred thoughts, listen to some melodic words, let your ink do the talking and I'll know all of it from single tear drop or faint smile. You can go from laughing real hard to crying in your sleep, from fearing photos to liking cat food, from screaming to romance and smiling to fear and I'll understand your swirl of emotions that can go in a snap of finger from nill to high and vanish into anger or turn into a miracle. Maybe you're afraid to express yourself into words or maybe you're afraid to show yourself but I'm sure that there's a corner somewhere in your heart where it's no matter what your situation is never let what's inside inside or one day you'll fine your insides on the outside searching for their way back. 365 days with various experiences and situations is enough for a human like you to have your "emotional swings" that could leave its 365 different imprints on your person characterized by 365 emotions expressed in 365 poems. ~A

Sacrifice

This Poetry book is filled with metacognition, experiences, and fantasies. It contains multiple types, from black-out , to sonnets, to free verse. It is there for all readers, who hold the raging passion of reading and writing poems.

Poems for the lonely and the resentful, who cannot help but reminisce over past lovers.