Symbolism قصص

What if an original pilot was thrown into the world of Neon Genesis Evangelion, not with a script, but inside a living simulation where every choice mattered? Kai, the mysterious Fourth Child, changes everything: battles twist, bonds deepen, and familiar events fracture under the weight of his presence. Told entirely through his eyes, this is Evangelion as you've never seen it: raw, personal, and unpredictable. A reimagining that honors canon while daring to break it. Watch the opening video before you start reading: https://youtu.be/nwsw5HsNcic

Some stories don't end - they linger, like April rain on quiet days. 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 is a collection of moments that exist in the in-between - where beginnings feel uncertain, endings arrive softly, and emotions refuse to fade completely. Each poem captures fragments of connection, loss, growth, and quiet realization, unfolding like petals that never fully close. This is not a book of perfect endings. It is a book of almosts, echoes, and afterglow - of feelings that stay long after they should have left. Step gently into 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚, where every page holds a piece of something once felt, and never entirely forgotten.

When Night falls, the World remembers its Balance. PJ Masks Five: The Myth of Balance continues the story of the Heroes we grew up with - now tested by legacy, emotion, and destiny. New Heroes rise beside them: Drake Von Romas (Draco), heir to a secret experiment that sought to forge power through pain; Kiera Delfin (Dolphina), the Seventh Guardianess of the Seas whose empathy can calm storms; and Howard Lucian Kestrel (Technocrat), a mind that seeks to heal what reason once broke.

When Night falls, the World remembers its Balance. PJ Masks Five: The Myth of Balance continues the story of the Heroes we grew up with - now tested by legacy, emotion, and destiny. New heroes rise beside them: Drake Von Romas (Draco), heir to a secret experiment that sought to forge power through pain; Kiera Delfin (Dolphina), the Seventh Guardianess of the Seas whose empathy can calm storms; and Howard Lucian Kestrel (Technocrat), a mind that seeks to heal what reason once broke.

Jake and Sunghoon share a quiet apartment where nothing is truly as normal as it seems. The rain outside the windows changes with them-softening when they are close, turning heavy when silence grows between them, and calming only when neither of them is pretending anymore. At first, it feels like coincidence. Then it feels like something is watching. But in a world where neither of them knows how to say what they feel, maybe the weather is the only thing honest enough to speak first. And as the rain learns them both... they slowly learn each other. A slow-burn roommate AU about quiet longing, emotional distance, and the kind of love that arrives like weather-you don't notice it until it's already changed everything

A writer Arthur Denian, burdened with melancholia and in dire need of writing at least something to earn his living, arrives in a town in Wales, Crickhowell, in search of inspiration. There he meets a local doctor, Charles Golden who, at times fulfilling the dreams of his youth, creats paintings. The two men grow close and, even more, Charles becomes Arthur's muse. Strange occurrences begin to take place in the town: the number of deaths among the local sheep rises, followed by odd circumstances. As the months spent in the town unfold, Charles's paintings begin to merge his nightmares with reality, drawing Arthur into them.

A Carnival of Small Apocalypses These are poems for the hours after midnight, when the neon hums louder than reason and the world briefly forgets how to pretend. Inside these pages, goldfish learn theology from television screens. Ghosts linger in diners. Prophets miss their exits. Machines dream of salvation. The faithful wrestle with doubt, the doubtful wrestle with faith, and ordinary people carry the quiet weight of living through strange times. Part witness, part confession, part roadside sermon, these free verse spoken-word poems wander through forgotten towns, crowded headlines, broken promises, flickering screens, and the stubborn mysteries that refuse to leave us alone. Some are angry. Some are mournful. Some laugh in places they probably shouldn't. Together they form a carnival of small endings and unexpected beginnings-a collection of voices searching for meaning beneath neon skies, beneath static, beneath the noise. Step right up. The lights are already flickering. The ride has already begun.

I found a cabinet buried thirty feet underground. It was covered in symbols I didn't understand.. until I did. Now I can't tell if I'm uncovering a mystery, or following instructions meant for something that was never supposed to be released. And the worst part? The symbols were never just symbols.

Some memories leave. Others take root. In these pages live rain-soaked afternoons, forests that listen more than they speak, and the quiet ache of things that were loved once and linger still. Here, longing wears the scent of wet earth, sorrow drifts like fog between the trees, and language becomes a place to rest when the world feels too loud. These poems wander through forgotten seasons, old wounds, fleeting joys, strange dreams, and the small ghosts we carry in our pockets. Some are tender. Some are melancholy. A few arrive with muddy boots and a crooked smile, determined to remind us that even sadness occasionally laughs at itself. For those who find beauty in thunderstorms, pressed flowers, worn book pages, and the sound of rain against a window, welcome. The woods remember. And perhaps, after reading, you will too. 🌲🌧️🖤✨

Failure. That is what she always was. Nothing else. Her life never knew beauty, but shame. Rich garden being symbol of shame she could never get rid off same as Hester Prynne could never take off her scarlet letter. But maybe even for her is hope waiting at the bottom of Pandora's box.

Meet Nikolai, a twenty-three year old that is chronically sick. On the verge of death, most people would wait it out and die. However - Nikolai did something that NOBODY ELSE should do. Spend three years to build a life-sized puppet and transfer his consciousness into it. From there, he'd be able to live a healthy life, or lack-thereof, for a year. Unknowingly...he actually becomes rather more known as his puppet: Marionette. A puppet that has spooked, charmed, and thrilled people all at once. Although...the main reason was to avoid boredom for a year - he seems to have strayed one bit too far.

I put down my thoughts about my observation which I connect to emotions and our life. Each poem explores a different feeling inside the mind.

What if an original pilot was thrown into the world of Neon Genesis Evangelion, not with a script, but inside a living simulation where every choice mattered? Kai, the mysterious Fourth Child, changes everything: battles twist, bonds deepen, and familiar events fracture under the weight of his presence. Told entirely through his eyes, this is Evangelion as you've never seen it: raw, personal, and unpredictable. A reimagining that honors canon while daring to break it. Watch the opening video before you start reading: https://youtu.be/nwsw5HsNcic

Massive reparations have long since been a burden for the Malfoy family, forcing them to enter the workforce. It's been eleven years since the war, and Draco Malfoy is now a skilled Dispeller for the Ministry's Spirit Division. He used to pride himself on maintaining a healthy work-life balance, but that changed when Harry's ghost showed up to haunt Malfoy Manor. Draco, although reluctantly, has to figure out who killed his former rival in order for his spirit to move on, as it seems like the most logical course of action. But Harry, on the other hand, becomes attached to more than a sense of justice after realizing how much Draco has matured. He's almost proud, but another feeling overshadows that.

I have made mistake, I pulled the poison trigger and ruined the once beautiful world i rule over. A once vivid world with clean air has become polluted and blood stained. ...How do I revert? (A CYCHAVERSE story, based on true, mental events)

Sad poems

Green Roses follows the 1st person point of view of a young girl named Nara Rose Gemini. Nara is socially reserved and withdrawn, Yet lonely and desiring companionship. The Story takes place in the 1900s somewhere in Pennsylvania. Nara's life greatly changes when she accidentally encounters a boy named Otto Bluebell, who ends up becoming her best friend. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Estimated word count: 50-65k

"𝙅𝙖𝙚𝙮𝙪𝙣." I never knew who gave you that name, yet from the moment I first saw you, I knew it was too ethereal to belong to anyone but you. Your eyes were crystal. Clear enough to reflect light. Sharp enough to cut. Beautiful enough to make danger feel like devotion. And buried in your chest was a heart made of the same-as if someone had carved it out of crystal and left it there in place of your own. We lived in a world where such a heart was a liability-where loving someone of your own sex was a crime punishable by death. I thought I was protecting you. I was wrong. This is not a story I ever meant to tell. But I can no longer watch it remain buried. - 𝙇𝙚𝙚 𝙃𝙚𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙪𝙣𝙜. Started:- 25/05/2026 Ended:- 25/05/2026

☘︎ | "Why do I, amid the winding paths, see you in the sunset and all beautiful things?" ⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──⚝ The world of Oblivion, A Timeless Void is one that had persisted for 5 years and counting, venturing forth in its journey to reach where it has today. A winding road of working, growing, and learning. Within the pages of this small book, there lie stories of character growths, motives, appearances, pasts, and so much more. Right here, there lives the tale of these people - the ones who built this story and lived it along with me. This book includes: • Side stories • Extras • AUs • Character chronology • Concept AI art • Actual art • Insights and Symbolism • Lots of brain dumping! (I'm very passionate, and I talk a lot. A yapper, if you will) Perhaps, taking a stroll through Elysium with Tiamat as your only companion... that doesn't sound so bad, does it? Maybe the history of this world is worth it, dear visitor.~

Book one of Three A dream. A mansion. Seven children who are not merely companions-but reflections. In The Lady in Oil, one man is pulled into a realm beyond sleep, where the boundary between the subconscious and something far older begins to dissolve. Within shifting dreamscapes, he follows a group of mysterious children through tunnels, swamps, and shadowed rooms-each passage revealing fragments of a buried self he does not yet understand. Each child carries something vital: a memory, a truth, a wound, a question he has spent his life avoiding. But the most enigmatic presence is the Lady in Oil-a dark, watchful figure who moves between worlds. At times monstrous, at times maternal, she is always unknowable. She does not simply haunt his dreams; she seems to be guiding them. Or shaping them. Who is she really? And why does she know him better than he knows himself? Blending psychological introspection with mythic symbolism and surreal imagery, The Lady in Oil is a haunting journey through identity, repression, and remembrance. It asks what it costs to become whole-and what waits beneath the surface when we finally begin to remember.