Rhythmi Stories

Bright small, glitchy, red panels flashed across his vision. It frightened him, blocking his vision from his surroundings, unable to see the others that surrounded him. The panic, anger, and caution. It merely heightened his fear more than the others, it made him feel claustrophobic. Like the walls had started to close around him, it felt like it. The small boxes of pure code, felt like walls that closed in on him. The faint strings of unknown code surrounded him, rewriting the existing ones he made. It made him nauseous, he felt something missing. Something that had been forcibly removed from his code, it made him panic. Gagging at the atrocious feeling it bought, vision blurring as he tipped forward. Unable to hear the cries of fear as he fell. As faint puffs of smoke surrounded him, it felt.... oddly comforting.... ___________________________________________________________________________ ___________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ __________________________________OR________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ 007n7 Turns into a child.

What's up everybody ? I am your writer Pranavi . Ironically enough, I'm a very planned and organized person IRL but when it comes to poetry, the words and rhythm are just spontaneous(just letting my thoughts flow yk? that's why the cover page is river) Happy reading! Don't forget to vote and comment !!

----------------------------------------------------------- ----------⁕---------- "𝓘 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓪 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓮. 𝓣𝓸 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯.." ----------⁕---------- "𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮." ----------⁕---------- A timid girl who has faced hardships from a young age. Without realizing the challenges ahead, she steps into the world of idols, only to find the journey more demanding than she ever imagined. Yet, she carries something extraordinary-an otherworldly Aura, shared by two other girls. Now, as their destinies intertwine, what awaits the Aura Girls? (Will follow some cliche stereotypes, not used to writing these kinds of stuff. But, this is just a fic and an old anime.. So, don't get mad or annoyed😭) (Went through a lot of rewrites lol) Pretty Rhythm Rainbow Live is not mine! It belong to the rightfully owner! Pretty Rhythm Rainbow Live belongs to Syn Sophia! And all artworks belong to the artists. I'll only claim if its mine! -----------------------------------------------------------

🎵 Inspired by: Julie and the Phantoms (but darker) *No traducido al español a menos que me lo pidan* (I won't translate to Spanish unless asked.) ✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮✮ > Taehyun doesn't believe in ghosts. Not until the night he plays an old, half-finished song in the attic-and accidentally summons one. Beomgyu was a boy with music in his blood and a tragic death behind him. Now he's a presence Taehyun can't ignore, haunting him in more ways than one. As the line between the living and the dead begins to blur, Taehyun is forced to confront the silence he's buried himself in and the ghost who refuses to let go. But the more real Beomgyu becomes, the more unstable the world around them grows. Soon, Taehyun will have to decide: Finish the song and let him go or keep playing and rewrite the rules of life and death itself.

Ich dachte, Tanzen sei nur ein Hobby. Doch seit diesem Festival ist alles anders. Ben und ich tanzen seit Jahren Seite an Seite - doch diesmal fühlt sich etwas anders an. Jeder Schritt ist ein Versprechen, jeder Blick ein Zauber, und jeder Moment ein bisschen zu echt, um nur Tanz zu sein. Sobald sich unsere Blicke treffen, schlagen unsere Herzen im gleichen Rhythmus. Man sagt, manche Tänze seien Schicksal. Also was, wenn genau dieser Tanz mir zeigt, wonach ich mein Leben lang gesucht habe - ohne es zu wissen?

This is for everyone who's healing from love. If you find yourself suffering from heartbreak, loss of a loved one, grief, a situationship or trying to get over someone, this is for you. I hope you can find a little bit of peace in these poems . <3

[ english poem ] and for my final act i will worship something mortal and will act suprised when it decays

When Katherine Resuvine's father takes her out of her Rhythmic Gymnastics school for Kadic academy, she is not happy about it one bit. But after meeting the Lyoko Warriors, particularly Ulrich, her opinion begins to change. Starts in season 2.

These are poems and stories that come to my mind. This will be updated accordingly to how often I get creative.

To Liam and to all the people who broke me down.

Poetry serves as a way to express emotions. It gives words to what we think about everything around us. Things which we could have said so easily. But, when they are expressed in poems, "it feels special"

Sixteen-year-old Lila Harrington is flawless, disciplined, and alone a rhythmic gymnast admired by her city but known by no one. On a snowy Canadian evening, a curious boy appears, and her perfectly controlled world is disrupted by the first pull of love.

"In the heart of Accra, where the rhythms of Africa meet the beat of the modern world, four friends discover the power of love, art, and friendship. Nia, Roman, Naya, and Bryan navigate the vibrant streets of Ghana's capital, finding inspiration in the colors, sounds, and emotions of the city. As they explore their passions and their hearts, they learn that love is an art form, one that requires creativity, courage, and a willingness to take risks." Or, if you'd prefer something shorter: "In Accra, love is a work of art."

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"A war is coming. I can feel it. And, soon, everyone will have to choose a side. Even you." "But what if I can't? I'm not like them. I'm not an AK or a VK...I don't know what I am anymore." "The lines have long been blurred. There are no longer villains' kids and hero's kids. There are only those who wish to do good...and those who wish to do evil. Which one are you?" Morgana has been defeated. The NeoMerlin has been found. But yet, questions still remain. Questions that one dwarf desperately seeks the answers to. He decides to leave Auradon and journey out to find the answers to those questions and Evie goes with him. Meanwhile, darkness is gathering once more, fixated on revenge. A Pandora's Box of secrets is about to be unleashed upon Auradon. And this time, it might take more than a small group of ragtag heroes have to stop it. And, as Evie would say, "Change the way this story's told." Disclaimer: This is merely a fanfiction. Literally all the characters belong to Disney in some shape or form, though not all from Descendants :)

Little Red Riding Hood Little Bo Peep Odette The Swan Princess and Rapunzel have Spectacular adventures make New friends It's a fantasy Tale of Friendship in This special adventure !

✨ Book Description - The 12 Laws of the Universe ✨ There are patterns woven into existence - not rules written by man, but currents that move stars, shape destinies, and whisper through the spaces between your thoughts. The 12 Laws of the Universe are not commandments to be obeyed, but living forces to be understood, aligned with, and embodied. This book is more than knowledge - it's a transmission. Every page carries a hidden rhythm and wordcraft designed to speak not just to your conscious mind, but to the deeper layers of your being. You won't merely "learn" these laws; you will feel them, remember them, and live them without effort - the way you breathe, the way your heart beats. From the Law of Vibration to the Law of Divine Oneness, each chapter awakens a different aspect of your awareness, gently rewiring your inner compass to navigate reality with clarity, harmony, and power. By the final page, the laws will no longer be something outside of you - they will be the pulse of your existence. Prepare to remember what your soul has always known.

A collection of poems

A collection of poetry Some humorous, some sad and some joyful, but always from the heart. "One day a little mouse Got tired of living in my house Tired of staying on the ground In reach of vicious hounds So out it set upon it's quest To stop living the life Of a household pest... " The first poems in here were written when I was around thirteen or fourteen while the last ones were written when I was nineteen. It charts my growth as a writer thanks to the wonderfully supportive Wattpad community. (2015-2020)

Hello there! This is a collection of various poems, literary experiments, and reflections that I'm preparing to share with the public. Feedback is very welcome. I love exploring deeper meanings, and I try to weave them into everything I write.