Silhouettes Stories

*I kept running as they followed behind me. "Will I ever outrun them and be free?!" ~ Silhouettes: the story of 2 souls, finding love and themselves in the shadows of their pasts. ~'The past shall haunt you forever. To all the people in my life that inspired this story (My real life Janu, Niko, & all the other characters). I dedicate this story to you. I write this for you and about you. And to all my fellow friends and readers I hope you enjoy it as well. This will be a long story. So buckle up and enjoy!

The place where we live, reflects who we are in the society. Every place has its darkest secrets and hideous features lurking behind the walls and silhouettes of death. Arts of horrifying and terrifying events that would haunt you till you succumb to death. Maybe you and they can be part of the clueless mystery of fame. Unmasked the mysteries at Galloway Town!!!

I'll update this if needed, but so far so good, no real trigger warnings yet

The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in a breathtaking spectacle of color. Crimson bled into fiery orange, which softened into gentle rose, then faded into the deep indigo of twilight. Against this vibrant canvas, two figures danced. He, tall and strong, his silhouette sharp against the fading light, held her close. She, lithe and graceful, her dark hair flowing like a silken river, responded to his every move. Their dance wasn't a formal waltz or a lively jig; it was a spontaneous expression of joy, a silent conversation woven from intertwined hands and shared glances. They had found this secluded spot, a hidden meadow nestled amidst rolling hills, earlier that day. It was a place where the world seemed to hush, where the only sounds were the gentle whisper of the wind and the occasional chirp of a cricket. Now, as dusk settled around them, the magic of the location intensified. Each movement was fluid, effortless, a testament to their connection. There were no words needed; their bodies spoke a language understood only by their hearts. He spun her, her laughter echoing softly in the stillness, a sound as light and delicate as the first stars beginning to twinkle in the darkening sky. He pulled her close again, their bodies almost merging as they swayed to the rhythm of an unseen song. The air hummed with unspoken emotions, a symphony of affection and shared dreams. The sunset, a breathtaking masterpiece, served as a silent witness to their intimate dance, a perfect ending to a perfect day. As the last vestiges of sunlight faded, leaving only the soft glow of the stars, they stood together, hand in hand, their hearts full, their souls entwined. The memory of this dance, this magical moment under the twilight sky, would forever be etched in their hearts.

This is a poem I wrote for a spoken word performance I did. It was my very first performance and it was amazing. This is the poem I used for the performance. When I was given the opportunity to preform, I specifically wrote this because I felt it and it was amazing. If you want to see the performance, check out my YouTube channel: http://m.youtube.com/channel/UClS_IFQI9H95SgScOw7bfKg

Just a bunch of random drawings. Some kind of suck but whatever I'm bored and I honestly really like looking through these kinds of things so if you want to enjoy. PS. Just so ya know, some of this stuff could be fandom related... Most likely anime... And video games...

Keelan and Liam had been inseparable since they met twelve years ago, and their friendship had endured everything life had to throw at them - until this. With four little words, Keelan's heart is stopped, and four little words are the only thing that will make it beat again. Off to college and all alone, Keelan flirts closer with the edge, until someone comes along with mystery, baggage, a broken heart, and the four little words that might save her life.

A one-shot story about a mystery. Meeting an online friend has never been this bloody but hey, that's how I escaped my problems. Who am I? Are you ready to find out who I killed? -I WILL ALWAYS FIND YOU-

Sydney Wells is a successful classical violinist who has been blind since the age of five. Fifteen years later, Sydney undergoes a cornea transplant, which causes her eyesight to return, a bit blurry at first. As time goes on, Sydney's vision begins to clear; however, she also begins experiencing terrifying visions, mostly of fire and of people dying. The bulk of the rest of the story concerns Sydney unravelling the mystery of the visions, and trying to convince others, primarily her visual therapist, Paul Faulkner, who becomes a helpmate in her quest. She knows that she is not going insane. She finds herself in Mexico, where the donated corneas were originally from. The fire and people dying are the result of an industrial accident that the former donor foretold and shortly after that hanged herself because she could not stop the accident from occurring. Sydney puts the spirit to rest, and began her trek home. As Sydney and Paul wait in a queue of vehicles to cross the border, a high speed police chase ends with the fugitive crashing through the border barriers and into a tanker full of gasoline. Sydney, able to still see the death silhouettes, begins to try to get everyone she can off the highway. The tanker explodes from a spark in the getaway car's engine, and Sydney is blinded by flying glass. After recovering at a hospital, she returns to her life as a blind violinist, though with a more optimistic view of her condition.

This book is where I put my news and announcements. Whatever question, or request you ask; they'll be in this book. Enjoy IMPORTANT: This book is important in case you want to know announcements, and where I am, so please put this in your library if you follow me often.

Two girls. Never seen for their details. Always looked down upon. One day, they will collide. They are bonded. And they hold power that will have them be seen more than just silhouettes. Power that can light the dark world they live in.

In a blank world lines know the truth, and hold keys to the past

Look at the picture. Tell me,what do you see? a dance. a man, woman, dipping, elegantly. a flawless cursive,and imprint of us. inspired by a picture recieved and later revisited through text msg, kind of a rorschach experience. I wrote it in english and french,with some help from songs and google translate. the English version is the true intent, the french combo is the true feel,and i would use that version to speak out loud. Original creation date, dec 17,2016. IG